Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 749 Uninvited Guest

The other party also noticed the car coming towards them from the road. One of the leaders waved his hand and shouted a few times, and more than a dozen armed men gathered around. The muzzle of the Deshka heavy machine gun on one of the armed pickup trucks parked on the side of the road was aimed at Song Heping and Nura.

"They found us."

Noura was a little nervous.

At a distance of only a hundred meters, it is basically impossible to find anyone alive under the coverage of the DShK heavy machine gun.

"Calm down."

Song Heping pulled his field scarf higher to cover his face: "Keep going forward."

Then he picked up the walkie-talkie.

He now has to notify the car behind him.

Jiang Feng and the others were about twenty meters behind him.

"Jiang Feng, cover your face."

"understood."

Jiang Feng quickly pulled up his scarf as well.

The militant leader in the distance squinted his eyes and stared at the vehicle for a moment. He found that the vehicle belonged to his organization. He could vaguely see people in the car, but he couldn't see their faces clearly.

He raised his hand to signal his men to relax.

"Don't be nervous, it seems like one of us."

"Jiang Feng, if I shoot, you guys will do it."

After Song Heping finished his explanation, he pulled out a TT-33 pistol from his waist, checked the chamber, and gently placed it in the storage pocket on the side door.

The car soon arrived in front of the checkpoint.

The militant leader raised his hand to signal the car to stop.

Noura stopped the car.

Her forehead was covered with sweat.

The leader came over with his men.

"brother……"

When he approached the car window, he found that one of the two people in the car was a woman, and he was stunned for a moment.

Just when he was stunned, Song Heping said sarcastically: "Brother!"

He spoke in Arabic.

Because the common language here is also Arabic.

Hearing Song Heping's pure Arabic, the leader was even more confused.

He took a closer look and found that Song Heping's skin color was wrong.

Although Song Heping's skin is a bit dark, it is not as dark as theirs.

However, before he could ask, he saw the black muzzle of a gun.

bah—

bah—

bah—

Three rapid fire shots in a row.

The leader fell on his back, and the two minions beside him also had their heads smashed.

Song Heping's close-range rapid shooting never missed.

Before the dozen or so militants around could figure out what was happening, the DShK heavy machine gun on the pickup truck behind had already begun to cheerfully play the melody of death.

When bullets are fired at close range, they are not only highly accurate but also extremely powerful.

Jiang Feng’s primary target was the machine gunner in the pickup truck.

So he was the first to suffer misfortune.

The 12.7mm large-caliber bullet directly tore him apart. The bullet not only penetrated his body, but also penetrated the entire cab of the pickup truck.

The driver sitting in the car didn't even know what was happening, and he had already died and gone to hell.

After killing three people, Song Heping immediately opened the car door and got out with a Type 56 submachine gun, and fired at the remaining militants who were still confused and had not reacted.

At the same time, Nura and Antonov in the car behind also got out of the car and shot several militants who were trying to escape with automatic rifles.

Less than twenty seconds had passed.

Silence returned to the surroundings. Nothing was left except the corpse.

"Turn around!"

Song Heping made a prompt decision.

"It's not safe up ahead. Tell the trucks behind to turn around!"

After receiving Song Heping's order, the convoy immediately turned around and returned.

eight pm.

A UN checkpoint near the war zone in South Sudan.

Several white armored vehicles with UN markings drove up to the checkpoint.

An officer manning the checkpoint signaled the vehicle to stop.

When he walked to the front of the car again, a white officer wearing a blue helmet jumped out of the armored vehicle and handed him a stack of documents.

The officer took the document and read it carefully, then looked up at the white officer in front of him, as if verifying his identity.

"Brother, there's a battle zone ahead. Today, the armed group in the south launched a general offensive. We were all forced to evacuate the battle zone. Do you still want to go in?"

"This is an order from the UNMISS. We must go in and escort a Doctor Without Borders and a missionary out."

The officer at the checkpoint nodded and handed the documents back.

"Wish ya'll good luck."

After saying that, he turned around and waved to the men controlling the railing: "Let them pass!"

The chevaux de frise were pushed aside and the railings raised.

The convoy slowly passed the checkpoint and continued towards the war zone.

"I think headquarters has gone crazy."

A peacekeeper told the officer, "That area is entirely controlled by militants. They're courting death if they go in with such a small number of people."

The officer shook his head. "They're from the British peacekeeping force. Perhaps one of their men is trapped inside?"

"Don't you find it strange, sir?" the soldier said. "Normally, we avoid engaging in combat with local armed forces. How can they protect themselves if they go in like this?"

The officers were familiar with the UN peacekeeping force's code of conduct and knew that what the soldiers said was true.

But he didn't want to get involved in such a mess.

Anyway, the procedures are formal, so just release it. Just follow the rules and there will be no problem.

The armored convoy left the checkpoint and accelerated towards Koma Village.

In the lead car, the white officer took out a satellite phone and dialed a number: "Colonel Damar, this is Charles."

"Mr. Charles, how are you? Are you here?"

A drake's voice came from the other end of the line, accompanied by a strange, raspy laugh, very similar to the quacking sound made by drakes that had been driven out of the duck pen in the morning.

"I have entered the battle zone, about 60 kilometers northwest of Koma Village. Where are you?"

"Originally, the eastern front wasn't our main focus, but because of your request, I'm already moving towards Koma Village and we're almost there..."

"Be careful. If you want to take action, it's best to bring more people. This target is not easy to deal with."

Charles could tell from Colonel Damar's laughter that he was underestimating the enemy.

He couldn't help but remind them, "These targets even took out the Mossad's assault teams. They are not ordinary boy scouts."

"Hahaha!" Colonel Damar seemed unconvinced. "No matter how powerful they are, how many people can we have? I have a whole team! How many of them are there?! We can kill them with just a spit from each of us!"

"Listen to me. Wait until I arrive before making any deployments. My people will assist you in taking them out."

"No need... Just wait for you to come and collect their bodies..."

Before he finished speaking, something seemed to happen on the other end of the phone, as if a subordinate came in to report something to Damar.

Charles heard cursing from the other end.

Colonel Damar seemed very unhappy and was cursing.

It took a while for Charles to wait until Colonel Damar restarted the conversation.

As soon as he opened his mouth, Charles could hear the other person's heavy breathing through the radio waves.

"Those damn guys have already entered my outer defense line. They killed more than a dozen of my men! They're about twelve kilometers north of Koma Village!"

"I told you they're not easy to deal with," Charles said. "We'll make our arrangements once we get there."

(End of this chapter)