Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 509: Almost Shot to Death

Just when Song Heping felt a chill in his heart and thought that his luck had run out, the sound of a helicopter propeller was heard in the sky.

In this situation, when Song Heping heard the sound of the helicopter, he felt that it was simply the most beautiful sound in the world.

You don't need to look to know that reinforcements have arrived!
But he soon discovered that his optimism was premature.

A strange crackling sound came from the sky.

"Fuck me!"

Song Heping didn't even think about it. Even hesitating for 0.01 second would be disrespectful to his life.

He didn't care how the drug lords and their bodyguards around him would react next, he just wanted to escape.

Because the crackling sound is the sound made by the high-speed rotation of the motor of the Gatling gun when firing, and this sound is followed by dense gunfire that is like a buzzing sound.

Just as Song Heping leaped towards the drainage ditch beside the parking lot, an orange-red line of fire fell from the sky and swept towards the ground like a devil's tail.

Countless dense bullets fell to the ground like raindrops, hitting the bodies of those luxury cars.

Among them, several Mercedes-Benz G-Class were customized bulletproof versions, and countless sparks were flying all over them. Some cars without bulletproof functions were instantly pierced through, and crackling sounds were heard inside the cars, and flames soon ignited.

The drug lords were also ruthless men who had experienced many battles. At this time, they didn't care about Song Heping and got into the bulletproof car.

Those bodyguards who couldn't squeeze into the bulletproof car were in trouble.

They fired in vain into the air with submachine guns and pistols, but to no avail.

Soon they were riddled with bullets like a hornet's nest, and some even had their hands and feet cut off by the dense bullets like a chainsaw.

Blood, flesh, brain matter...

Flying all over the sky, everywhere.

"Your uncle!"

Song Heping crawled into the ditch, not daring to raise his head.

leave here!

This was his only thought.

If I had been two seconds slower, I would definitely be a corpse by now.

This drainage ditch is only 40 centimeters wide and about centimeters deep, which is very narrow, but it can just accommodate one person, who can crawl by crawling in a low posture.

While crawling in the drainage ditch, Song Heping thanked his former recruit squad leader.

The old squad leader surnamed Chen was the most ferocious in the company. Song Heping was in the same squad at that time. Every time the old squad leader taught the new recruits climbing tactics, he would stand by with a belt in his hand.

Whoever sticks their butt up a little higher will be whipped with a belt and will scream.

At that time, there was an idiot in the class who went to the company commander to complain that the squad leader had beaten the soldiers. Now that I think about it, I really should have dragged that idiot comrade here to have a taste of his own medicine and see how important the standard tactical posture is on the battlefield. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a life-saving magic weapon.

After climbing for a while, Song Heping felt that this place was safer and the bullets were no longer falling.

He heard the engine.

Cautiously sticking half of his head out of the gutter, he saw several bulletproof Mercedes-Benz speeding towards the southwest of the manor.

Southwest is not the direction of the gate.

The only explanation is that there must be more than one escape route from this manor.

As a drug lord who has been wanted for many years, Shorty Joaquin's manor certainly has more than one gate.

The manor was bustling with people at this time.

The dwarf's men organized defense and counterattack.

Several Sinaloa members ran out of the house, carrying a pipe on their shoulders.

In the darkness, Song Heping couldn't see clearly what type it was, but it was definitely an individual air-to-air missile.

Damn it!
Even this thing is available!

The Mexican drug lord is indeed worthy of his reputation.

This is almost as bad as a paramilitary organization.

No wonder these scumbags don't even take the police seriously.

whoosh-

As the fire flashed, a single-soldier shoulder-fired air defense missile took off.

The helicopter hovering in the sky seemed to have noticed the abnormality on the ground and immediately began to take evasive action, increasing its altitude and making large-angle maneuvers in an attempt to quickly move away from the manor.

The missile drew a beautiful arc in the air and finally hit the tail of the helicopter.

The helicopter was on fire and spinning in the air.

That posture reminded Song Heping of a prank he played when he was a child, where he would catch a dragonfly, pluck off its tail, and then let it go.

A dragonfly with its tail removed looks like this, its flying posture completely uncontrollable, like a headless fly. Soon, the damaged helicopter landed on the other side of the tree canopy.

Song Heping decided to leave here.

The manor is too unsafe.

The ground forces were supposed to have already begun their attack.

It's just that the tracker is no longer on me.

The communication equipment had been confiscated long ago.

It's late at night, so you have to be careful.

He finally saw through the CIA's behavior. How the hell was this how they organized the raid?

He completely ignored the fact that there was one of his own inside.

The way the helicopter strafed the ground just now seemed to be trying to kill both him and the drug dealers.

Damn Kelly!
Song Heping cursed, then crawled out of the drainage ditch, ran into the woods, and ran towards the outside of the manor.

Soon, he climbed over the manor wall and turned to look to the right, where there was a cement road leading to the gate.

Song Heping remembered that there were several street lights on that cement road.

He quickly ran towards the light.

We must find a place with sufficient light. The main attack team this time is the CIA's "Watchmen" team, and there is also a DEA overseas team. The main members are two battalions of Marines transferred from the Navy by the Mexican government, and the Air Force and others are cooperating.

The reason why the transfer was not selected from the police department is that you can't tell who the thieves are and who the soldiers are among the police here. Many police officers themselves are accomplices in the drug trafficking network.

When we reached the roadside, we saw several armored personnel carriers on the cement road in the distance. Several Marine officers stood around them. One of them pointed at the officers under the streetlight and yelled, "I'm telling you, there are our people in there. Be careful when you attack! Why are you just attacking us and shooting? FUCK! You'll kill our undercover agents too!"

Among several officers of the Mexican Marine Corps, a leader was gesturing and explaining, the gist of which was that the helicopter spotted people on the ground preparing to run away by the car, so it opened fire in desperation.

Song Heping quickly recognized that the man questioning the naval and military officers was Wilson, the captain of the team he had captured in Venezuela.

"Wilson!"

Song Heping shouted the other person's name, but fearing he couldn't hear him, he quickly shouted again: "Wilson!"

Wilson was startled.

The naval and land forces stationed around pointed their guns at Song Heping.

Song Heping shouted: "I am Song!"

Wilson quickly stopped the people around him: "We are one of them!"

After saying that, he ran over in a hurry.

"You ran away?!"

"FUCK!" Song Heping was no longer polite and cursed, "I was almost beaten into a hornet's nest by the people on the helicopter!"

Wilson apologized, "The guys over here in Mexico were a little nervous, so the work was a little rough."

Then he asked, "How did you get out?"

"If I don't run, am I going to die?! If I don't die at the hands of the drug dealers, I'll die at the hands of the Mexicans!"

As he said this, he walked out. When he reached the roadside, he saw people from Hailu all around him.

"The villa is surrounded?"

he asked Wilson.

Wilson nodded: "Yes, it's surrounded. Not a single bird can fly out."

Song Heping recalled the last scene he saw and reminded them, "When I left, I saw them running southwest. I guess there's an exit over there."

"southwest?"

Wilson returned to the car, retrieved his computer from his equipment bag, opened it, and pulled up a digital map. He pointed to a location and said, "They can't get out to the southwest. We've deployed two platoons there. If they get out, there's bound to be a firefight."

"They don't necessarily walk on the ground, nor do they necessarily walk in the sky. What about underground?"

Song Heping didn't say anything more and asked Wilson directly: "Give me a set of equipment."

Wilson called his team member and asked him to go to the car to get a spare set of equipment for Song Heping.

Then he asked, "You mean they have tunnels?"

Song Heping said, "Do you think the short guy is a fool? He's been wanted for so many years, how could there be no secret passage where he lives?"

"Then we have to attack quickly, otherwise it will be difficult to deal with them once they leave through the secret passage."

Wilson quickly called the commander of the Mexican Marines and said to him, "Immediately have your men send out patrol teams and expand the security area to ten kilometers. They may leave through the underground passage."

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)