Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 515: No Mercy
The most frightening thing in close combat is encountering someone who is definitely stronger than you.

Because there is no room for maneuver, we can only confront it head-on.

Song Heping is at a great disadvantage in terms of physique and strength, but he is not at a great disadvantage in terms of fighting skills. After all, the training he has received is incomparable to that of his opponent.

Special forces members sometimes don't look big, but their explosive power is amazing.

Song Heping slammed his head forward like lightning, and his helmet hit the opponent's nose bridge hard. The crisp sound of broken bones was accompanied by the opponent's screams.

The burly man in front of him cried out in pain and loosened the pressure on his hands slightly.

Song Heping seized the opportunity and pressed the muzzle of the gun down hard, directly pressing it against the opponent's right temple, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

bah—

With the crisp sound of gunshots, if Song Heping had not been wearing noise-canceling headphones, the gunfire at such a close distance would have definitely ruptured his eardrums.

Blood and broken bones spurted out from the left cheek of the tall Sinaloa member. Because the distance was too close, some of them splashed onto Song Heping's face. The strong smell of blood mixed with the smell of gunpowder produced by the Glock pistol.

Song Heping inexplicably developed a sense of excitement about killing.

After dealing with the guy who was shot in the head, Song Heping did not sit idle. He immediately fired two more shots at another Sinaloa member who was lying on the ground with multiple bullet wounds but was still alive, and then began to search the room.

Unfortunately, there was nothing valuable in the room, no tunnel, no mechanism, and still nothing was found.

Song Heping had no choice but to return to the corridor. The temperature outside was getting higher and higher, which meant that the fire was spreading and the main building of the entire manor would soon be engulfed in flames.

Must be fast!
We can only find those drug lords as quickly as possible.

He rushed out of the corridor and headed towards the central part of the H-shaped building.

When he was near the center of the house, Song Heping saw a Mexican Marun lying on the ground, dying.

He quickly squatted down to check the other person's wound, but the situation was very bad and he didn't have much breath left.

He was hit in the head by an explosion during a firefight. Although the helmet blocked the damage, many fragments from the explosion still penetrated his cheeks and neck. He pressed his carotid artery with his hands, which is how he survived until now.

Song Heping was helpless with this level of injury. He could only tear open a first aid kit and tie it up for him, while shouting, "Medic! Medic!"

Ma Run stared at Song Heping, his eyes full of desire for life.

But this is not a game, there is no resurrection.

Song Heping was powerless to do anything, and he would probably take his last breath in less than three minutes.

He could only carry him to a relatively safe corridor, and then tell Captain Wilson via radio to send someone to rescue him.

After doing all this, Song Heping stood up and continued searching for the tunnel entrance.

Returning to the previous route, Song Heping slowly moved towards the place he suspected.

At a door, Song Heping threw a stun grenade in and quickly rushed in after the explosion.

The room looked like a study. Two walls were lined with huge bookshelves that were level with the ceiling. They were filled with thick tomes, all of which were works by famous scientists and philosophical books by historical figures.

Song Heping immediately smelled something wrong with this room.

Who the hell would have such a huge bookshelf filled with books in his study like Joaquin, a drug lord who has received little formal education?
It's hard to say that it's just pretentious. It would be better to hang valuable artworks and luxury goods, which would be more in line with the taste of the boss of the Sinaloa Cartel.

Sure enough, after checking the bookshelf, Song Heping discovered something fishy.

One of the bookshelves seemed a little loose. Song Heping walked to one side of the bookshelf and pushed it hard, and the bookshelf actually slid to the other side.

This is a secret door!
Sure enough, every leader of a criminal group would set up secret passages in his territory and residence, and no one was an exception.

Escape is always the first priority!

Song Heping immediately stepped aside. He wanted to go in, but after thinking about it, he decided not to go in.

"Wilson! Come to the middle study, I found the tunnel!"

"real?!"

"Really! Send someone over here!"

"almost there!"

Wilson acted very quickly, and soon the entire Watcher team arrived.

Everyone stood around the entrance and looked at it for a moment. Wilson waved his hand, and three members of the Watcher team threw stun grenades inside and walked in holding bulletproof shields.

Song Heping stood aside and watched, reminding: "Be careful, there is a booby trap inside!"

These members of the Overwatch team are all top-notch players. In fact, Song Heping’s reminders are unnecessary as they are very careful.

But the consequence of being careful is slowness.

Soon, the search team's report came over the channel: "We've found a booby trap. There are a lot of explosives here. We must dismantle them."

"How long will it take?" Wilson asked.

"I don't know..." the search team leader answered very honestly, "We have no idea how many booby traps there are. We've already found two."

"Remove it as quickly as possible, but also pay attention to safety!"

Wilson issued an urgent order.

But he also knew that dismantling a booby trap was inherently risky.

Most of the time booby traps are not meant to be dismantled, but to be blasted and cleared.

Demolition is just a stunt in the movies.

If you really encounter booby traps and explosives, you should definitely not dismantle them manually if you can install TNT blocks to detonate them. No one likes to risk their life or gamble on the size of the object.

However, detonation cannot be carried out in the tunnel, otherwise the tunnel may collapse and it will be impossible to track.

This tunnel of Joaquin was actually dug by Barlotte.

As the king of underground smuggling, Barlotte, who controls many underground passages on the US-Mexico border, is of course a professional at digging tunnels.

He installed booby traps for a long distance at the entrance and also designed a detonation system. Once they left the tunnel and walked out onto the ground, the system would be activated and the entire tunnel would be blown up, making it impossible for them to track him through the tunnel.

"Ten minutes..."

Wilson paced the room constantly, looking at his watch.

Song Heping was thinking on the side.

Suddenly, he said, "I can't wait any longer!"

After saying that, he turned and left the house.

"Where are you going?!"

Wilson asked in surprise.

"It's unrealistic to track them in the tunnel. We don't have time!"

Song Heping left without looking back.

"You guys stay here and watch! Keep a close eye!"

Wilson gave instructions to his men and then chased after them.

He felt that Song Heping must have come up with a solution.

But he never thought about what method Song Heping would come up with.

Song Heping returned to the front garden.

At this time, there were more than 40 surrendered Sinaloa members lying there, all of them had surrendered their weapons and were lying on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Song Heping walked over and stood in front of them and said loudly, "I have something to ask you. Who among you holds the highest position in the organization?"

The gang members lying on the ground looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Of course I won’t say anything.

This is tantamount to betraying one's own accomplices.

Gangs have their own rules, and drug cartels also have very strict rules.

Selling out one's accomplices is one of the worst possible behaviors.

Song Heping didn't say much. He pulled out his Glock pistol and walked straight forward to aim at the gangster lying in the front.

The Mexican maroons guarding the prisoners were all stunned. No one reacted to stop Song Heping.

bah—

With one shot, the first guy was killed instantly.

Wilson, who had just arrived at the scene, exclaimed, "Song! Are you crazy?! What are you doing?"

The Mexican Maroons finally woke up and raised their guns at Song Heping.

Wilson took one look and turned around to scold the Maruns: "Put down your guns, are you crazy too?!"

The gangsters on the ground were trembling.

Song Heping walked up to the second gang member and pointed the gun at his head.

"I'll ask again, who is the highest-ranking person in this group?!"

He shouted in Spanish: "If you can't hear clearly, I'll say it again, but you only have one chance each time. Who is the highest-ranking person here!?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)