Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 705 A Late Discovery

Just as Song Heping was thinking about how to deal with this bad situation if his identity was exposed, the tense expression of the military police officer opposite him suddenly relaxed, and he handed over his ID, boarding pass, etc.

"No problem, Dr. Chen, I wish you a pleasant journey."

After the two military police officers walked away, Song Heping felt relieved and breathed a sigh of relief.

If a flaw is revealed here, the consequences will be unimaginable.

More than ten minutes later, in the waiting hall of Beirut Airport, Song Heping pulled the brim of his hat down even lower.

Outside the glass curtain wall, an An-148-100E passenger plane was taxiing on the runway, and the logo of a Russian private airline on its wing was shining coldly in the sunset.

This is a chartered plane hired by an international rescue organization to bring those who are carrying out humanitarian aid missions back to Europe.

The An-148-100E aircraft is not advanced and is a legacy of the former Soviet Union. Fortunately, it is sturdy and durable. After the disintegration of the Soviet Union, many such aircraft fell into the hands of private airlines and undertook cargo and passenger transportation tasks in Europe and around the world.

The only advantage is that this Russian airline is cheap, and its affordability is unmatched by many Western private airlines.

Song Heping touched the passport in his pocket. The photo showed him wearing black-framed glasses and his name had been changed to "Chen Zhiyuan".

This fake passport was specially customized for them by Sarah and now it has become his only lifeline.

The announcement in the terminal hall sounded: "Flight RA-61735 to Cairo is about to take off. Passengers are requested to board the plane as soon as possible."

Song Heping stood up and caught a glimpse of two men in black suits checking passengers' documents at the security checkpoint.

Their movements were very professional, and their right hands never left their waists - that is the standard gun-holding posture for military personnel.

He walked quickly to the gate and handed his boarding pass to the flight attendant.

"and many more."

A man in a suit stepped forward and stopped the flight attendant's outstretched hand, then glanced at Song Heping and took the boarding pass.

"Where are your passports and ID?"

There was no problem with the boarding pass, but the man in the suit didn't seem to be willing to let it go.

Song Heping's mind raced.

If you act too submissive, the other person may become more suspicious.

He raised his voice, "The military police just checked our IDs outside and confirmed they were all fine. Why are they checking them again here?! Are you from the same department? Why are you wasting our time with repeated checks? We're here on a humanitarian mission. Where's your superior? Call him over! I want to see him!"

Song Heping's action that went against the trend made Jiang Feng break out in a cold sweat.

Even Sarah didn't expect Song Heping to choose to resist the inspection here.

The air freezes.

The people around seemed to be attracted by the sudden situation here and cast curious glances at him.

The two men in suits probably didn't expect to encounter such a tough guy.

After all, they are not ordinary military and police officers, but members of a senior intelligence agency.

Speaking of the intelligence agencies of the Libanen region, in fact, many people inside have been bribed by Mossad.

The nominal pretext for this high-profile cooperation with Mossad to hunt down Song Heping is to capture a terrorist.

But they themselves are very clear about the reasons behind it.

Most people would cooperate very well when they see them, so how could they dare to resist?
This is the first time I've encountered a troublemaker like Song Heping.

If this matter really gets out of hand, it will be difficult to explain.

After all, this is the boarding gate for a chartered flight, a chartered flight of an international humanitarian aid organization.

After a standoff of more than ten seconds, one of the men in suits suddenly smiled. "Excuse me, it's because of an emergency that we've increased security. Please forgive me, sir."

"Understanding? I've been checked three times entering the airport from outside. This is the fourth time. What are you looking for?"

The man in the suit smiled bitterly in his heart. Of course he could explain why.

After all, this is done in cooperation with Mossad.

They themselves are quite insecure. If they attract outside attention, someone might really investigate the reasons for their actions, and then the secret deal between them and Mossad would be exposed.

Some things cannot be seen in the light.

Seeing that more and more people were gathering around, the other man in a suit quickly touched his colleague with his hand and whispered something.

"Well, maybe we're just too nervous."

The man in a suit in charge of the inspection compromised.

"You may pass now, sir."

After saying that, he returned the boarding pass to Song Heping.

Afterwards, all the people on the charter flight, except for the two men in suits, acted indifferent and did not conduct a thorough inspection. They just glanced at the boarding passes and let them go.

Song Heping took back his boarding pass and handed it to the flight attendant, who smiled professionally: "Welcome aboard, Mr. Chen."

After passing the boarding gate and walking in the aisle, Jiang Feng wiped the sweat from his forehead and whispered, "Old squad leader, you scared me to death just now."

Song Heping said, "The more you fear, the more trouble you'll cause. A normal person wouldn't be indifferent to being inspected so many times. The quieter and more submissive you are, the more serious and suspicious they'll become. Maybe something serious will actually happen."

Sarah whispered, "You can't make decisions on your own like this. You have to ask me."

Song Heping laughed and said, "I asked you for instructions in that situation just now? I asked you if I could get angry?"

Sarah was speechless.

The "ghost" said that Song Heping was a very special person. Based on his evaluation in recent years, many people thought he was a "madman." Now it seems that he is really...

The cabin was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Song Heping found his seat, 15A by the window.

He stuffed his backpack into the luggage rack and felt his back soaked with cold sweat when he sat down.

The captain walked out of the cockpit and mumbled something in Russian to the flight attendants.

Song Heping understands Russian and seemed to be complaining about the delayed takeoff time.

The captain had a huge red nose. From the conversation between the flight attendant and him, I heard his name: Antonov.

Jiang Feng whispered to Song Heping: "Do you think this guy seems to have drunk vodka?"

Song Heping sniffed.

Sure enough, there was a hint of alcohol in the air.

His eyes fell on the coffee cup in Antonov's hand, and he instantly understood that this guy probably secretly mixed vodka into the coffee cup.

"Yeah, this guy probably put alcohol in the coffee."

"Fuck!" Jiang Feng couldn't sit still anymore. He looked around and asked, "Will something happen?"

"Can you stop being such a pessimist?"

What he said made Song Heping uneasy.

"The Russians were a bit crazy when flying the plane, but their skills were pretty good."

Jiang Feng couldn't help but close his eyes: "God bless you."

The plane began to taxi and the roar of the engine gradually increased.

Song Heping looked out the window, the outline of Beirut gradually blurring in the twilight. He closed his eyes and recalled the encounter in the Hezbollah-controlled area a few days ago.

The whistling of bullets passing by my ears and the screams of those Mossad agents.

"Sir, do you need a blanket?"

The flight attendant's voice brought him back to reality.

Song Heping shook his head, his eyes fixed on the display screen in the front seat. The flight map showed that they were flying south along the eastern coast of the Mediterranean and were expected to arrive in Cairo in two hours.

Langley, America.

In the holographic operations room on the third floor underground at the CIA headquarters, blue light streams across a circular screen.

Technical Director Amy Carter froze the surveillance footage on a blurry silhouette, her finger sliding rapidly across the touchscreen. "Bone spacing comparison complete, tibial curvature match 98.7%. It's him."

Deputy Director Pence loosened his tie and stared at the man boarding a plane.

The An-148-100E of a Russian private airline glowed coldly in the infrared image, and the tail number RA-61735 pierced his eyes like a barb.

“Damn it! Are the Mossad blind?”

He grabbed the encrypted phone, his nails scraping against the glass countertop.

Deputy Director Pence has been very angry these days.

Kelly is still lying in the hospital and is in a vegetative state.

The doctor said he might never wake up in this lifetime.

What was originally a special arrest operation in Beirut was used by Song Heping as a counterattack.

Someone actually used herself as bait, desperately trying to attract all the action forces deployed around Beirut, and even forced Kelly to seek help from the Mossad operations department.

In the end, even Mossad was involved. Not only did they suffer heavy losses, but the person was not caught yet!
Not only did they fail to catch the person, but Kelly's command center was tracked down by Song Heping's men and launched a fierce raid.

This damn Chinese!

Pence wished he could skin and bone Song Heping to relieve the hatred in his heart!
In the past few days, Mossad has issued a black hunt order, and the CIA has also mobilized all its resources in Libanen to try to trap the injured Song Heping in Libanen.

According to intelligence, the other party may be hiding in the area controlled by the Pearl Party, which gives Pence a headache.

Sea and land are the most likely ways for Song Heping to leave the fence. After all, the air corridor requires passing airport customs and security checks, which is not so easy to do.

However, as an old fox in the intelligence community, Pence will certainly not miss any possibility.

The more unlikely the place, the more possible it is.

He spoke with Yager, the head of Mossad's East China Operations, and asked him to keep an eye on the airport and find ways to use the resources within the Fence to strengthen airport security. He even synchronized the video data from the airport's surveillance cameras and analyzed it in Langley's technical department.

The CIA's video analysis system is very smart. It can not only recognize facial features, but even pupils and bones can be roughly compared based on stacked data such as height and body shape.

A lot of personal information about Song Heping has been collected, and Pence always feels that something is going to happen in the air corridor.

Yager assured him that he had deployed no less than twenty people at the airport, and had asked them to strengthen military and police security inside the fence.

"If that Chinese guy plans to leave by plane, I guarantee we'll catch him once he enters the airport!"

result……

That's it? !
"Damn it, Jager!"

Before the call was connected, Pence could already hear his teeth chattering.

(End of this chapter)