Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 601 The Target Is Not There
No one responded to Song Heping's inquiry.

This made his heart skip a beat.

Then he asked again: "Who is Curtis?"

One of the US special forces soldiers said coldly: "He is not here."

Song Heping frowned: "You mean, he was blown to death in the mountain?"

"do not know."

The American special forces soldier seemed to hate mentioning the name "Curtis" and his tone sounded unfriendly.

Song Heping was too lazy to argue with him, so he went straight to Husseini and asked him, "Where is Curtis?"

"I do not know."

Husseini was lying on the ground, face down, and his voice sounded muffled and strange when he spoke.

Song Heping looked around and wondered if Curtis had been accidentally killed in the crossfire.

But on second thought, that’s not right either.

If Curtis were here, the three American soldiers would definitely point him out and not let the traitor live for even a second.

A terrible thought came to my mind.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping turned around and saw Wei Li, who had packed up his equipment and was already approaching. He said, "I'm afraid Curtis isn't here."

"Not here?"

Apparently, even Willy was a little surprised.

"Killed in the mountains?"

"If it were, Husseini would have answered it long ago."

Song Heping suddenly realized what Husseini was thinking, turned around and kicked him in the waist.

That's near the kidneys.

Song Heping's kick was quite powerful and very heavy. Husseini screamed like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

"Say, where is Curtis?"

As he spoke, Song Heping pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer and shot Husseini in the shoulder.

laugh--

A ball of flame spit out from the muzzle of the gun.

"what!!!!!"

Husseini cried out in agony.

Song Heping continued, "Rabbani, you translate and tell him I'm serious. If he doesn't tell the truth, I'll torture him to death."

Moretti said, “Would you like me to try?”

"There's no time." Song Heping said, "I wouldn't mind you trying if you had time. Their reinforcements are on the way."

After saying this, seeing that Husseini still had no intention of confessing and being lenient, he raised his hand and fired another shot.

The shot hit the heel.

This time the bullet lodged itself firmly in the bone, fracturing the leg.

"You still have one hand and one foot. It's your choice. Tell me or not? Where is Curtis?"

As he spoke, he did not delay at all. He raised his gun and kept pointing it at Husseini, as if he was choosing a better impact point.

"He's not here! You lunatic!"

Husseini finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He finally realized that if he didn't tell this guy, he would really keep making holes in his body until he bled to death.

"Where?" Song Heping's tone was very flat, without a trace of emotion.

Husseini hesitated.

puff--

Song Heping fired the third bullet.

This time it was the other shoulder.

After the bullet entered, it got stuck in the bone. Song Heping was very good at choosing the location.

It won’t hurt that much if it’s pierced.

As long as it's stuck in the bone, it will hurt excruciatingly if you move it.

Husseini certainly knew Curtis's importance.

After saying that Curtis was not here, his pain was relieved a little, so he felt like he was awake again.

Unexpectedly, Song Heping shot him again.

After this shot, he felt that he was really no longer able to do it...

"I said...I said!"

"explain."

"He is no longer in Afghanistan, he is in Pakistan!"

Having said that, Husseini lay on the ground looking at Song Heping, his expression distorted by pain, but a hint of provocation, even complacency, flashed in his eyes.

It seems to mean that the person is in Pakistan, if you have the guts, go to Pakistan to look for him!

"Where is Pakistan?"

Song Heping continued to ask questions.

Husseini was stunned for a moment and said, "In the mountains near Gamlu!"

"How can we find him?"

Song Heping turned around and gestured to Willy: "Give me the computer."

Willy quickly took out his military briefcase and handed it to Song Heping. Song Heping pulled up the electronic map and said to Gabriel, "Cut the restraints."

Gabriel did as he was told.

Song Heping placed the computer in front of him and opened the map: "Point out the location and the situation there to me."

"You crazy person..."

Husseini suddenly laughed and shook his head.

"Do you think you can find him there and kill him?"

Song Heping said seriously, "I'll just ask, and you just answer. If you say another word of nonsense, I'll treat you to peanuts right away."

Husseini immediately became obedient.

He pointed his finger at a location on the electronic map.

Song Heping took a look and saw that it was indeed called Gamlu, and it was marked as a small town in the mountains.

"He's in town?"

"No, he's in the mountains."

"Which mountain? How do I get in?"

"You can't get in. They're all our people."

"Show me that spot."

Husseini didn't dare to say anything this time, and just pointed at the location on the enlarged electronic map.

"Is that your base? How many people are there?"

"There are over 500 people here, and it's a cave just like this one. People in the surrounding area, even in Murakami Town, are all supporting us. Anyone unfamiliar with us will be targeted if they go in."

Husseini completely relaxed and answered every question.

In his opinion, there is no need to worry even if he tells it.

If Song Heping enters as a small team, he would be seeking death.

If the Pakistani National Defense Force is contacted through the US military and then a joint action is taken, the news will reach there quickly.

There are our own people in Pakistan’s internal intelligence system.

Song Heping didn't say anything. He stood up, handed the computer back to Willy, turned around and shot Husseini.

Before Husseini could beg for mercy, he lost consciousness and fell to the ground.

Willy glanced at the bodies on the ground and said, "You have to go to Pakistan. You have 32 hours to complete the mission."

Song Heping glanced at Willy and said, "Whatever you say is what it is."

Willy was retorted by him and didn't say anything else.

Song Heping thought for a moment and said, "Let's go. Ata's men are coming. Let's leave here first."

"What about Curtis?" Willy demanded.

Song Heping said, "Call a plane first to send my people back."

"What do you mean?" Willy didn't understand.

Song Heping asked again, "Do I need to say it a second time? Do you think the twelve of us can go in there without being exposed?"

"You're going alone?" Willy was surprised.

Song Heping said, "Come with me."

"Why?" Willy asked puzzled.

"Even if I die, I'll drag an American down with me."

After Song Heping finished speaking, he couldn't help but laugh.

Now that things have gotten to this point, we have no choice but to change our strategy.

Entering a mountainous area where everyone supports Ata, 12 people are actually no different from 2 people.

If two people are strong enough, it will be better than 2 people.

"Do you agree or not?"

Seeing that Willy remained silent, Song Heping asked sarcastically, "Are you afraid of death?"

Jiang Feng said from the side: "Old squad leader, I will go with you."

"Take them back to Kandahar first. The British contract needs people to execute it. While I'm away, you'll be responsible for directing the specific training and fulfilling the contract." Song Heping said, "Under these circumstances, sending so many people is useless. If a real fight breaks out, the more people there are, the greater the losses."

Jiang Feng hesitated to speak.

Everyone knows Song Heping's temper.

A word is as good as gold, and it must be kept.

"Okay, keep in touch and take care of yourself."

Half an hour later, a Black Hawk helicopter slowly landed on a barren mountain on the Afghanistan-Pakistan border.

The helicopter did not land, but hovered more than one meter above the ground.

Song Heping and Willy jumped off the helicopter, turned around and waved to everyone, then strode forward and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The helicopter began to gain altitude and quickly turned and left.

At the side of the cabin, Jiang Feng looked at the direction where Song Heping left and sighed.

Sometimes he couldn't understand why a rich man like Song Heping was willing to carry out such a mission.

The company's business has been getting better and better in the past two years. In the eyes of outsiders, Song Heping is considered to be rich.

However, only those around him know that the scale and income of Musician's House today are all due to Song Heping's life-long efforts.

The boss of this PMC...

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)