Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 500

Brody and his men jumped out of the car and hid behind the pile of rocks nearby. Some hid in the ditch and raised their guns to shoot at the helicopter in the sky.

There was a crackling sound on the helicopter's windshield, and soon spider-web cracks appeared.

"Pull it up! Pull it up!"

Faced with the fierce drug traffickers, even helicopters had to temporarily avoid their attack.

A cornered dog will jump over the wall.

Now these drug traffickers are like cornered dogs, fighting for their lives.

"Get in the car! Retreat! Back to the tunnel!"

Brody was thankful that he was less than a kilometer away from the tunnel.

If you get in the car and it's fast enough, you can still escape.

The only loss was a secret tunnel.

But it's better than dying.

Just as they got in the car and started to turn around, the helicopter circled back again.

The snipers of the DEA operations department are no pushovers either. Their sophisticated night vision systems allow them to see as clearly as day at night.

bah—

He kept shooting to prevent the drug dealers from escaping.

The driver of Brody's vehicle was soon shot, with the bullet lodging between his neck and shoulder blade.

Blood gushed out like a fountain.

Brody grabbed the steering wheel, pushed open the door, and pushed the driver out of the car.

Several men in the back seat watched all this in astonishment.

"he died!"

Brody growled like a wounded old wolf, climbed into the driver's seat, and stepped on the accelerator to the floor.

The engine roared violently, and the car roared forward at a rapid speed, raising thick dust in the desert.

The tunnel entrance was about to be reached, only a few hundred meters away.

Brody seemed to see hope.

The consequences of being caught are serious.

The DEA will definitely do whatever it takes to pry open his mouth and get more secrets of the organization from him.

But if I reveal even a little bit, none of my family members in Mexico will survive.

The hunting dog must eventually die in the mountains.

Drug dealers must have this kind of awareness.

Death is inevitable.

Just when he thought he had a chance to escape, a helicopter flew over the roof of the car at high speed, raising a cloud of dust that obscured his view ahead.

The helicopter made a sharp turn in the air, pointed its nose directly at Brody's SUV, and then hovered about dozens of meters in front of him.

The sniper leaned half of his body out of the cabin, aimed at Brody and pulled the trigger.

Almost at the same time, Brody had realized that the enemy sniper was about to launch an attack. He suddenly turned the steering wheel, and the off-road vehicle did a tailspin. The high-speed straight sprint suddenly changed direction, and the car body lost its center of gravity and overturned, turning over on all four wheels in the desert.

Brody cut his seat belt and climbed out of the cab. He was only more than 300 meters away from the tunnel entrance.

run!
There was only one thought in his mind.

Even at this moment, he had not forgotten to take out the M4A1 assault rifle from the cab, and frantically pulled the trigger at the helicopter.

Da da da--

A long tongue of fire spurted out of the muzzle.

Soon, the entire magazine was empty.

The helicopter was hit by a bullet, and the pilot subconsciously increased the altitude.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Brody ran away.

But soon he was illuminated by a beam of light that fell from the sky, as if he were a prey.

Only then did he realize that there was more than one helicopter in the sky around him...

Three!

Three different directions.

In the darkness in the distance, more than twenty pairs of car lights pierced the night sky, and the bright lights shone over, turning the place into daytime.

"Damn..."

Brody looked at the assault rifle in his hand, then dropped it.

He won't run away.

Because I can't run away.

Even if it's only three hundred meters.

There was no chance of running into the tunnel. So, it would be better to hide the tunnel and keep it a secret.

He reached into his pocket.

From the sky came the sound of loudspeakers and megaphones—

"We are the DEA FAST Team. You are surrounded. Lay down your weapons and surrender immediately, or we will take action!"

The sound coming from the air was indeed inexplicably shocking, like the sound of Sanskrit descending to the world, making people's heads buzz.

In front of the powerful armed agents, the drug traffickers on the ground were as weak as babies and had no room for resistance.

Many people put down their weapons, then lay on the ground with their hands on their heads, ready to surrender and accept a body search.

Brody knew the game was over.

FAST is an abbreviation. The full name translates to "Overseas Deployed Advisory and Support Team", which sounds like it has nothing to do with combating drug lords and drug trafficking.

However, don't underestimate this action force affiliated with the DEA, because this department is one of the few top violent departments in the U.S. federal system and definitely belongs to the category of special forces.

Its budget and operations are basically not subject to congressional questioning. The media calls this SWAT team one of the most mysterious operational units in the federal government, as mysterious as the CIA.

The biggest privilege of the FAST department of the U.S. Drug Enforcement Administration is that it can conduct law enforcement overseas. Once there is accurate intelligence linking to overseas drug lords, this group of powerful and mysterious police officers will appear anywhere to arrest and attack the target.

"Damn...even FAST is here..."

Brody looked around and didn't see Song Heping and the others.

Maybe not yet...

Maybe……

His hand found his cell phone in his trouser pocket, and according to his memory of the keyboard, he pressed the emergency send button.

A message that had been edited long ago was sent out.

He then took out his cell phone, threw it on the ground, drew his pistol, pointed it at the phone and fired three times, shattering it into pieces.

The sniper on the helicopter began to ask his superiors: "That guy seems to be destroying evidence!"

"Stop him!"

The sniper immediately raised his gun and aimed it at Brody's non-lethal position.

At this moment, everyone suddenly saw Brody put the barrel of the pistol directly into his mouth and pulled the trigger.

bah—

A cloud of blood mist, broken bones, and tofu-like brain matter splattered everywhere, flashing a bloody beauty under the dazzling white light.

After the gunshot, Brody fell to the ground and died.

ten minutes later.

Song Heping's cell phone rang near Tucson.

He took out his cell phone, pressed the call button, and Kelly's voice came from the other end.

"All the goods have been received. Things are going very smoothly. The next plan can be implemented. I wish you good luck."

"Well, I see."

Song Heping nodded and hung up the call.

Just as Song Heping was talking to Kelly, in a villa far away in the suburbs of Monterrey, Mexico, Barlotte's cell phone screen illuminated his livid face.

"completely annihilated……"

Thoughts were swirling around in my head.

Brody texted.

The other two trading points also sent information.

problem occurs.

For a moment, Balotelli couldn't figure out why the accident happened.

What went wrong?
How did the news leak out?

If the incident happened in one place, it would be understandable.

Since things happened at three trading locations at the same time, there must be something wrong on my side.

But he still didn't think it was Song Heping.

After all, that guy got the transaction location temporarily. Even if he was an undercover agent, it was impossible for him to organize the special police departments in three places to launch operations at the same time in such a short time.

What's more, the other party lost ten tons of high-quality goods.

If this bait is real, it is too big.

This is not reasonable.

However, he no longer had time to think about these things.

The most important thing right now is to move, it's no longer safe here.

The backup plans he had made over the years came in handy at this moment.

“Norris, come to my house immediately. Something happened. Execute the transfer plan immediately. My family and I need to hide. Arrange it immediately.”

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)