Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 717 Close Combat
The uncontrollable anger made Yager lose his mind.

The most important thing in a breakthrough operation is coordination, which is a tactical principle.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

Footsteps were heard inside the building.

"He's trying to escape!"

An idea flashed through Yager's mind.

"Don't think about it!"

He suddenly flashed out from the door and fired wildly into the room. The assault rifle in his hand sprayed out a fan-shaped barrage of bullets, and the sparks cast by the bullets on the stone wall formed a strange light band.

At a certain moment he was sure that he had hit the target, because the room suddenly became dead silent, as if it had become a morgue.

A drop of blood fell on his tactical glove.

“You made a mistake.”

Song Heping's voice suddenly came from above his head.

The moment Yager raised his head, the old-fashioned British sniper bayonet had already pierced his right shoulder blade - this Chinese man actually hid on the stone bar above the entrance!
cunning!

The physical pain is far less than the mental shock.

At this time, Jager's HK416 assault rifle had become a firewood stick.

The two men were entangled face to face, unable to lift the muzzle of the gun at all.

"I want to die with you!"

The blood vessels in Yager's eyes were swollen. He had given up using guns and switched to close combat - after all, a small wound on the shoulder was nothing to a Mossad agent.

As the two men rolled down the stairs together, Yager touched the grenade pin on the other's waist.

"Go to hell!"

Major Yager, who had already fallen into madness, directly pulled the pin of the grenade.

Ding--

The reed pops open.

The grenade is ready to explode...

"grass!"

Song Heping discovered that the opponent was fighting for his life.

If Song Heping had known before that Mossad operatives hated him.

Now he knew how much these guys hated him.

For Yager, the failure on the Beirut dock and the heavy casualties in the El Arish Desert were nothing.

In this line of work, death is common.

But he couldn't tolerate his repeated failures.

In the territory of the Northeast, Mossad is always successful.

A person.

Still an Oriental.

He actually caused himself to suffer heavy casualties time and time again, and failed time and time again.

This feeling of failure was simply intolerable for the proud Mossad operations chief.

He would rather wash away his shame with blood.

Song Heping exerted force from his waist and knocked Yager over. He pulled out the grenade from his waist as fast as lightning and threw it directly next to Yager, then jumped to the side.

Antonov and Jiang Feng, who had been hiding behind the gate and preparing to come up to help, were rushing forward to help. Coincidentally, the last four men of Yager just rushed into the gate.

Several people heard their superiors and their bosses yelling—

"Grenade!"

Everyone's hair stood on end.

They all turned around and fell to the ground as fast as they could.

There's no time to run away at a time like this.

I could only lie down on the spot.

As for how much impact the shrapnel and shock wave can cause, that depends on fate.

boom--

The grenade exploded inside the room.

Song Heping felt like someone hit his head, making a buzzing sound and his ears became deaf instantly.

The room was filled with yellow dust.

But this was no time to breathe, no time for anyone to breathe.

Song Heping got up and almost fell down again.

The explosion threw him off balance.

However, he still saw the figure in the direction of the gate clearly. He threw the British bayonet in his hand like lightning, and the person fell to the ground.

The bayonet flew out and accurately pierced the neck of a Mossad agent who had just stood up and was holding a gun to look for a target.

The guy let out a low, strange scream, fell down holding his neck, and subconsciously pulled the trigger.

blah blah——

The HK416, equipped with a silencer, let out a deep hiss. This caused great misfortune for his companion. A companion who had just climbed up from the opposite side was facing the muzzle of the gun, and was directly penetrated by several bullets in the face, turning it into a rotten tomato. Without a sound, the person fell backwards and became a corpse.

The last two remaining Mossad agents were knocked down by Antonov and Jiang Feng as soon as they stood up.

When Song Heping was about to get up for the second time, Yager had already pounced on him like a hound. The cold light in his hand gleamed brightly in the darkness and directly wiped towards Song Heping's neck.

There wasn't much reaction time at all.

If he hesitated for just 0.1 second, the trachea and artery in his neck would be cut open by the combat butterfly knife in Yager's hand.

Song Heping subconsciously reached out to grab it.

The blade of the butterfly knife scratched his palm, and the stinging pain made Song Heping's eyebrows twitch a few times.

The pain tolerance training I received came in handy.

Although his hand was cut, he successfully wrapped around Yager's wrist, and with a reverse joint movement, Yager's wrist was instantly twisted to the other side.

“%￥#@#￥%@!”

Yager cursed in Hebrew and raised his left foot to kick Song Heping's penis.

Song Heping subconsciously dodged, and the kick landed on the thigh, fortunately preventing the extinction of his family line.

But with this flash, the anti-joint lost its effect, and Yager took the opportunity to break free.

Come and don't go indecent.

Without hesitation, he released Yager's wrist, but immediately moved his fingers as fast as the wind, and two fingers pierced Yager's eyes like iron forks.

Yager quickly returned to the upper block, trying to cut off Song Heping's fingers.

But before his knife could get in place, he suddenly felt a pain in his crotch.

Song Heping's hand poking at his eyes was just a feint, and the kick towards his crotch was the real move.

"Ow—"

Yager's face turned pale in an instant, and as his hind legs fell, the butterfly knife in his hand flew out and accurately pierced Song Heping's shoulder.

He kicked Song Heping once, and Song Heping kicked him back once.

Song Heping stabbed him once, and he stabbed Song Heping back.

Both parties are honest people and are not lacking in courtesy at all.

But both of them used military fighting methods, with ruthless, sneaky and deadly moves, and their viciousness was completely unrestricted.

The two men hugged each other and rolled to the ground again, rolling over the stone slab engraved with cuneiform.

The creaking sound of the blade rubbing against his collarbone reminded the Mossad major of the night he interrogated Syrian prisoners of war on the Golan Heights.

He grabbed the hilt of the knife on Song Heping's shoulder, and Song Heping also grabbed the hilt of the bayonet on his shoulder.

Both tried to inflict extreme pain on the other, causing them to lose the ability to resist, but neither could do it.

Both sides have received extremely rigorous training, and their tolerance is not on the same level as ordinary people.

laugh--

laugh--

Both of them pulled out the knife from each other's shoulder, and then were grabbed by the other's wrist. Finally, both of them dropped their knives at the same time while rolling, and switched to hand-to-hand combat again.

Yager tried to lock his opponent's throat with a cross armbar, but found that Song Heping's muscles slipped out of his control like a desert viper.

The back of Song Heping's head hit the Byzantine painted pottery jar hard, and the frankincense powder stored in the fourth century exploded into psychedelic smoke in the moonlight.

He took the opportunity to hit Jager's ribs with his shin, where there was an old wound torn by mine shrapnel.

Amid the Israeli's painful groan, Song Heping grabbed a stone and smashed it hard on Yager's head.

Yager staggered backward, and Song Heping took the opportunity to rush forward and try to break his neck.

“You should have died in Beirut.”

Yager suddenly spat out bloody Hebrew, and a ricin injection pen popped out from his right sleeve, and he threw it hard at Song Heping.

Song Heping turned sideways almost subconsciously.

The needle tip brushed past Song Heping's earlobe and got stuck in the crack of the sandstone, shattering it into pieces.

The two continued to roll in the air filled with hallucinogenic spices, breaking pieces of soft weathered stone on the wall.

Song Heping grabbed the half-moon gear disc and smashed it into his opponent's temple. The moment Yager used his Kevlar arm guard to block the blow, he heard Antonov's scream: "Bomb!"

The entire castle suddenly shook violently—the Mossad agent fighting Antonov pulled the safety rings on all the grenades on his body, turning himself into a human bomb...

Everyone fell to the ground again to avoid it.

After the explosion, huge rocks fell from the collapsed dome. Yager took the opportunity to pounce on Song Heping and pin him to the ground.

Song Heping saw the dog tag pendant exposed under the other party's bulletproof vest, on which was engraved the Talmudic motto in Hebrew: An eye for an eye.

Lack of oxygen blurred his vision, and Song Heping's thumb suddenly dug into Yager's left eye socket. This killer move of the scout's prisoner-taking technique forced the Hebrew to fall back.

"what--"

Yager screamed.

Just then, a series of gunshots suddenly came from the door.

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blah blah-

"If you don't want to die, don't move! Get down on the ground!"

A woman's voice came from the direction of the gate.

(End of this chapter)