Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 563 Falcon Special Operations Company

Lascano sat in the passenger seat of the truck, listening to the news of the helicopter crash on the radio, with a comfortable smile on his face.

No matter how good your martial arts skills are, you are still afraid of a kitchen knife.

No matter how cunning you, Mr. Song, are, it’s just a matter of a poisonous sting, right?

Thinking of Song Heping's death, Lascano began to whistle happily.

Ever since he fell into Song Heping's hands, it has been a heavy blow to his self-confidence.

Lascano, a former special forces officer who has always been very proud, has never tasted the taste of failure before.

The appearance of Song Heping almost lifted the huge rock that was weighing on his heart, becoming an indelible shadow.

This guy is finally dead now!
Just when Lascano was still immersed in the excitement of killing Song Heping, the truck passed a remote road and a simple bridge appeared in front of it. The bridge deck was only about two meters wide.

The driver could only lightly apply the brakes and start shifting down to slow the truck down.

On a nearby hillside, a head popped out from behind a tree, followed by a gun barrel.

As the truck was still wobbling onto the bridge, the gunman quickly took aim and pulled the trigger.

puff--

The sound was strange, very low, and completely different from the decibel level produced by traditional gunpowder-fired bullets.

A special pointed bullet flew out at subsonic speed, directly above the tire, and nailed to the inside of the fender with a snap.

Neither Lascano nor his men in the car realized that their car had been "hit". The noise made by the truck shaking on the uneven road covered everything.

The gunman behind the tree quickly retracted his head, then took out a military PDA from the tactical bag on the ground and stared at the screen for a while.

A bright spot soon appeared on the screen, moving slowly...

After the truck crossed the bridge, the driver began to accelerate and soon disappeared at the end of the road.

The gunman picked up the phone and dialed a number.

Soon, the voice of the accomplice came from the other side.

"nailed it?"

"Done! Come get me!"

After saying that, he quickly disassembled the gun and stuffed it into the gun bag, then put on the tactical backpack and quickly ran down the hill to the side of the road.

About five minutes later, a Toyota SUV came into view, speeding down the road and stopping next to where the gunman was standing.

The gunman with a South American face walked forward without saying a word, stretched out his hand, opened the car door and jumped in.

Under the shade of the trees, sunlight fell dappled on the gunman's body, with a spot of light falling on a falcon tattoo on his forearm.

Sitting in the passenger seat, he checked his PDA and said, "Turn left at the next fork in the road onto Highway 211."

"it is good."

The driver stepped on the accelerator and quickly caught up.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in a building in the northern city of San Jose, Barrett wandered around the room with his phone.

Looking at the number he had dialed no less than 10 times but none of them went through, he hesitated whether to continue.

The situation became a little delicate.

Song Heping seemed to have disappeared.

I originally wanted to confirm whether the other party had gone to see God, but the phone rang for the first time, but was quickly cut off. When I called again, the phone was turned off.

The news about the helicopter crash on TV has died down and no further news has been received.

There is no news from his boss Kelly yet.

An hour ago, Barrett spoke to Kelly on the phone and expressed his suspicions.

He believes Song Heping did not die in the plane crash.

The reason is that if Song Heping died in the crash, how could his phone still be connected? It would have been burned to ashes along with the helicopter.

I called again but the phone was turned off, which is consistent with the circumstances of death by falling.

Kelly asked him to wait for news, saying that the efficiency of the Mexican police was relatively low. The fire at the scene was extinguished and human remains were found, but they were not Song Heping's. The exact number of bodies was still undetermined.

After three anxious hours, Barrett's phone finally rang again.

The ringing sound gave him a sudden start, and when he saw the number, Barrett's eyes almost fell to the ground in fright.

"Song Heping..."

This number is incredibly familiar. I've called it at least ten times since noon.

"not dead……"

Barrett still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. Maybe it was someone calling with his cell phone?

He quickly rejected his idea and answered the call.

"Is it the boss?"

"it's me!"

"Boss...are you okay? I saw on the news that a helicopter crashed outside of Carrillo City. It was said to be Shorty's helicopter. I thought you..."

"Me? It's okay, damn it!" Song Heping cursed with a smile: "But I almost died this morning!"

Song Heping's exaggerated voice came from the other end of the phone.

Barrett asked hurriedly, "You didn't take a helicopter to Carrillo City?"

"No! Thank goodness I didn't take it! I don't know who the hell destroyed the helicopter I was supposed to take, just outside of Carrillo. Luckily, when I woke up this morning, I felt my eyelids twitching and had a bad feeling, so I didn't take the plane. I chose to take a car instead and let the dwarf's helicopter fly to Carrillo. After I finished talking to them, I took the helicopter back to Saltillo. I didn't expect the plane to be gone!"

Song Heping's tone sounded a little angry.

Eyelid twitching?

Barrett began to panic.

This is an excuse that Song Heping often uses to justify his magical operations. It is said to be a tradition in their country, a superstitious tradition similar to witchcraft. A twitching left eyelid means a blessing, while a twitching right eyelid means a disaster.

“It’s good that you didn’t sit, it’s good that you didn’t sit…”

Barrett wiped his forehead, where beads of sweat appeared.

Song Heping's next words made sweat break out on his forehead which he had just wiped clean.

"Barrett, I think there's a mole among our people!"

Barrett felt like he had been struck by lightning, his heart trembling wildly, but he pretended to be calm and said, "The mole!?"

"Yes! A mole! Otherwise, how could anyone know my itinerary for today? The people who ambushed me set up an ambush on my flight path. If I'm not mistaken, they used a man-portable shoulder-fired missile to shoot down the helicopter. There's definitely a mole among us!"

Song Heping spoke with such certainty that Barrett on the other end of the phone broke out in a cold sweat.

He began to wonder whether he should run away.

Will this guy start to doubt himself?
If your identity is exposed, you must get away immediately.

"Barrett, why are you silent?"

"No... Boss, I just think this is impossible... Who did you discuss the route with last night? When you discussed the route after I left yesterday, old buddies like Bai Xiong were present, right? How could they be the traitor?"

Barrett specifically emphasized that he "left" to avoid being suspected by Song Heping.

But he knew that Song Heping was not easy to deceive, and he didn't know if this sentence could clear his suspicion.

The reason why I left yesterday before Song Heping and others discussed the route and time was to avoid suspicion.

Just knowing that we were going by helicopter was enough.

Have someone pass the information to Lascano. He is from the special forces and must know how to arrange an ambush.

"Of course not one of our own!"

Song Heping suddenly changed the subject.

"I've asked Shorty to investigate the mole. It must be one of the bodyguards they sent. The drug lords here have been infiltrated like a sieve. They can't be trusted at all."

"Yeah yeah……"

Barrett breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Heping said, "That's it. If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."

"Boss, are the Knights Templar and the Seta Group willing to cooperate with us?" Barrett couldn't help but ask.

"Of course, things went smoothly." Song Heping said, "But don't worry about things here. Don't you have to deliver a batch of goods to Texas tomorrow? Go ahead and do your work first. Everything will proceed as usual. After the goods arrive, transfer the money to the account I specify, and I'll transfer the commission to your account."

"Yes, Boss, I will definitely do it properly, don't worry."

The two of them hung up the phone. Song Heping looked at the darkened screen of his phone with a cold smile on his face. "Little guy! Just wait!"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)