Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 700 Arriving in time
The world seems to be moving away from me.

Song Heping feels this way now.

Because all the sounds became blurry and the vision in front of my eyes also became blurry.

The shattered lens of the tactical goggles pierced his brow bone, and through his bloody vision he saw four pairs of black combat boots surrounding him.

The bite of his back teeth on the tip of his tongue brought him a moment of clarity, and he clenched the detonator in his sleeve.

it's time……

He sighed softly.

Soon, he dismissed the idea.

No.

It's not that time yet.

He saw the combat boots.

four people.

Let’s kill two of them first.

A member of the attacking team stepped forward and swung the butt of his gun at Song Heping.

Perhaps he felt that the man in front of him had killed too many of his colleagues, and he really didn't want to just watch Song Heping being shot to death so easily.

It would be unfair to the more than 20 brothers who died tonight if we didn't let him experience the most horrific torture in the world.

He overestimated himself.

Underestimated Song Heping.

Amid the excruciating pain of the butt of the gun hitting his ribs, Song Heping heard his cervical vertebrae groaning under the heavy burden.

When the Mossad agent bent down and grabbed his hair, Song Heping suddenly jumped up.

He poked the opponent's eye socket with his two fingers, and while the unlucky guy was still screaming, he quickly snatched the MP5 submachine gun and fired at him.

The two enemies fell into the sewage.

However, the fourth guy's bullet penetrated his already damaged bulletproof plate and entered his right lung.

The salty sea breeze suddenly filled my chest.

Song Heping knelt in a pool of blood, watching the blood foam he coughed out glow a strange blue in the moonlight.

The container maze split into countless double images on his retina. He fumbled to pick up the enemy's dropped submachine gun, but found that his index finger could no longer pull the trigger.

"Game over, Chinese."

A voice in English with a Hebrew accent came from above his head, and the black muzzle of a gun was pressed against the back of his neck: "Look up, boy, let me see what kind of monster you are. You actually killed twenty-three of our brothers tonight."

Song Heping grinned with bloody teeth.

Twenty-three...

I am!

Is it considered a record?
He looked at the gradually brightening light on the horizon.

The sky is actually starting to get brighter?

How many hours have you been entangled with these people?

He suddenly recalled that morning at the village entrance when he was five years old—the same morning when the sky was ablaze with pale sky, and he had happily jumped into the stream, splashing the water...

"Go home..."

Song Heping suddenly lost his fear and instead felt an incomparable sense of relief.

He looked up at the ferocious and angry Mossad attacker in front of him, and a look of laughter appeared on his face.

Mossad?
"Ahem...eat shit...you guys..."

He said this extremely insulting remark in Chinese while coughing.

Suddenly I realized that the group of hoopoes in front of me might not understand what I was saying.

So I changed to English: "Fuck your mother!"

The ultimate insult will surely irritate the other person and make him shoot himself.

At least that's what Song Heping thought.

Sure enough, the moment the metal friction sounded when the trigger was pulled, Song Heping heard a familiar tearing sound -

Snapped--

That was the sound of a 7.62×51mm NATO bullet penetrating a bulletproof plate, but it was half a beat slower than the sound of an ordinary sniper rifle.

When the guy with the gun to his forehead fell to the ground with a thud.

Then came the sound of the bullet penetrating the bullet armor for the second time.

Snapped--

Next, sniper rifle shots rang out one after another.

After more than ten seconds, the deck suddenly fell into an eerie silence.

Song Heping turned around with difficulty and saw a barely detectable flash of fire at the top of the mast of the freighter three hundred meters away.

The third bullet spun through a layer of container iron and killed a Mossad attacker hiding behind the bunker.

When the blood mist bloomed in the morning fog, he finally saw the trajectory of the bullets - each gunshot was half a beat slower than the impact point, it was a long-range sniper equipped with an extra-long silencer!

"Jiang Feng."

He choked on a mouthful of blood as soon as he opened his mouth, but he chuckled softly.

The sticky blood plasma dripped down his fingertips and formed small puddles on the bullet-riddled cement floor.

When the fifth Mossad agent tried to launch a sneak attack through the ventilation duct, the sniper bullet blew off half of his skull, and his gray brain matter radiated onto the rusty container.

The moment the morning light pierced through the clouds, Song Heping saw the reflection on the deck of the freighter.

That was Jiang Feng's sniper scope adjusting its angle, and the faint light reflected by the lens was like stars in the dark night.

He fumbled for his blood-soaked satellite phone.

signal.

With... this means...

Mossad's jammer vehicle ceased operations.

He used the last of his strength to press the preset emergency frequency.

“You’re late.”

Song Heping murmured to the cracked screen, his vision beginning to blur.

In his last consciousness, he heard the unique muffled sound of silenced sniper rifles echoing in the dock area, like the death knell.

As the sound of military boots stepping on water came closer, he smelled the familiar smell of gun oil - it was the CLP maintenance agent that Jiang Feng always liked to use mixed with the scent of mint candy.

"Old monitor!"

After an unknown amount of time, Song Heping seemed to hear familiar shouts coming from the distant horizon.

He tried hard to open his eyes, but after moving his eyelids several times, he failed and fell into a deep sleep again.

I don’t know how much time passed.

This time he finally woke up.

My eyelids finally opened.

What comes into view is a dim light.

It is an arched building surrounded by cement walls.

When I just opened my eyes, my vision was a little blurry, and everything I saw was a little blurry because of the eye mucus.

Vaguely, he felt that he was in a tunnel.

Because this place looks like it.

He struggled to sit up, and as soon as he moved, he felt a tearing pain in his right chest.

"hiss--"

This made him gasp and lie back down again.

"Old squad leader! Are you awake?!"

In the blur, a figure came in front of me.

Song Heping tried hard to identify the person in front of him.

"Jiang Feng..."

"It's me!" Jiang Feng was very happy: "You finally woke up!"

As he spoke, he reached out and helped Song Heping up.

"water……"

Song Heping felt dry mouth.

"Wait."

Jiang Feng turned and left, quickly bringing a bottle of mineral water.

"drink."

After drinking the water, Song Heping felt much better and only felt hungry.

Looking around he asked, "Where is this place?"

"typical."

Jiang Feng said, "The Pearl Party is in the tunnel south of Libanen."

Song Heping tried hard to recall what happened before.

Because the memory is a little fuzzy.

Perhaps because of the severe injury, there are some gaps in my memory.

Later that evening, he couldn't remember many details.

Maybe he had entered a frenzied killing phase, and his mind was unable to contain anything else but one word – kill.

"do not you remember?"

"Something vague...memory..."

"You are seriously injured. We can't evacuate as planned, so we can only ask Avanti to arrange for you to come here. It's very safe here. The Mossad can't find this place for the time being, and even if they do, they won't dare to come to this area."

"Where are the disaster stars?"

Song Heping finally remembered.

"They retreated. While you were fighting the CIA and Mossad at the docks, they found Kelly's command post with the help of Agent Post and attacked them."

"Where's Kelly?"

“I don’t know yet…”

"What do you not know yet?"

"Disaster Star and his men took out an entire CIA team, shot Kelly's car, and sent it careening down the hillside, but no bodies were found. The Fence Nen military and police arrived, so Disaster Star had no choice but to retreat."

"That means I don't know whether I'm dead or alive..."

Song Heping felt a little disappointed when he heard this.

He almost lost his life, but failed to kill Kelly.

But this ending is already good.

At least it disrupted the CIA's capture plan and bit them back.

This will make the other party more cautious the next time they want to set a trap for you.

The war between the two sides has just begun.

The best is yet to come.

As for Kelly...

Song Heping said, "Call me over there. I need to contact Henry. We need to verify whether Kelly is alive or dead. If she's dead, these guys will launch a crazy counterattack. Everyone, get ready. The battle has just begun."

(End of this chapter)