Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1020 Unstoppable
After finishing his call with Major Eitan, Jacob immediately reconnected with Ms. M via video without any pause.

Ms. M's face reappeared on the screen, her eyes filled with questioning and a hint of scrutiny.

"Miss."

Yager spoke directly, his tone decisive and leaving no room for argument, his eyes sharp as a hawk's, "The border offensive plan remains unchanged. You immediately issue the highest priority order to Saif, instructing the GNA armed forces to launch a full-scale attack on the North Darfur border defense zone belonging to the 'Musician' base, as scheduled! Make a big show of force, unleash devastating firepower! Make sure Song Heping believes this is our main attack direction, forcing him to mobilize the base's core defense forces to reinforce it! This is a top order, and there is no room for doubt!"

Ms. M's brows furrowed deeply, forming a deep line: "Yage, what are you doing..."

"We are implementing 'Plan B'!"

Yager interrupted her, leaning forward and placing his hands on the edge of the table, his eyes fixed intently on the screen. "'Alpha' is in position! Once Song Heping is drawn to the border conflict and his main force leaves, his base will be at its most vulnerable! Etan will deliver the fatal blow! This is currently the only chance to turn the tide and even achieve a decisive victory! I need Saif's 'performance' at the border, now! Immediately! Right now!"

Ms. M remained silent for a full five seconds.

The light from the screen cast shifting shadows on her face, and deep within her experienced eyes, doubts churned like a thick fog.

Song Heping...

This opponent is too cunning and too adept at strategizing.

That incredibly precise ambush in the Mediterranean was no accident.

With a large army pressing in on the border, seemingly facing a dead end, could it be...?

Is this yet another, even bigger trap?

She opened her mouth, seemingly wanting to emphasize the risks again, but seeing the almost obsessive, desperate fire in Yag's eyes, and the rumbling of Mossad's massive war machine behind him, she was immediately captivated.

She knew that her attempts to dissuade her were futile.

Anyway, it's the hoopoe's men who are taking the risk. I've already ordered the SAS to retreat. If Yag and his military are willing to gamble, then let them gamble.

If they win, Great Britain will also reap the benefits.

Even if we lose, at worst it's the GNA and Mossad people who die, and we won't suffer any losses ourselves.

She nodded slowly, her voice regaining its usual coldness: "I will issue the orders. But Jacob, remember my warning. I hope your 'Alpha' won't become the next 'Hammer'."

After she finished speaking, her image disappeared from the screen.

In less than a minute, the order to attack, like an invisible radio wave, instantly crossed the Mediterranean Sea and entered Saif's chaotic command center in Tripoli.

North Darfur, the underground command center of the "Musician" defense base.

On the huge electronic sand table, the dense red arrows representing Saif al-Islam's GNA armed forces, like a flood bursting its banks, suddenly accelerated and expanded along the entire long border!

Information from forward reconnaissance units, high-altitude drones, and electronic listening stations poured in like snowflakes, converging on the central screen to form a shocking real-time battlefield situation map.

“报告！奥祖走廊方向，GNA第3、第7营前锋已越过虚拟交火线！伴随进攻的有T-55和T-72坦克，还有三个BM-21火箭炮营！”

"Report! A large-scale infantry assembly has been detected in the Salar direction. At least two regimental-level units are constructing attack launch positions under artillery cover!"

"Report! Electronic reconnaissance confirms a surge in enemy communications! Command network activity has reached its peak! This is confirmed as a precursor to a large-scale attack!"

The staff officers' tense yet efficient reports came one after another.

The atmosphere inside the command center was heavy and oppressive, with only the hum of equipment and the sound of keyboards clicking.

All eyes were on Song Heping.

He stood in front of the sand table, arms crossed, his gaze calmly scanning each moving red dot on the screen, showing no surprise, only a cold, sharp intensity.

"finally come."

He muttered to himself, his voice not loud, but it clearly pierced through the noise of the command room.

Raising his head, Song Heping's gaze swept over all the officers and mercenary commanders present, and he decisively ordered: "Execute the established plan immediately! All combat units, immediately move to the border defense zone according to the predetermined routes and deployments! Sniper teams occupy the pre-set high ground, anti-tank units advance to the pre-set ambush areas, and artillery positions deploy according to Plan A! General Haftar's troops will follow the main force as the second echelon, ready to engage in counterattack at any time! Maintain communication silence, move out!"

"Yes! Commander!"

A loud response rang out in the command center, carrying a sense of impending battle.

The command was like a switch that activated the entire war machine.

The base instantly erupted in excitement!

The roar of engines shook the earth. Heavy armored personnel carriers and trucks loaded with soldiers and ammunition surged out of various concealed bunkers and garages like a steel torrent, kicking up clouds of dust, and rolled along the pre-constructed sturdy roads toward the border line where artillery roared!
The sounds of people and machinery that had filled the base quickly faded away, replaced by a suffocating emptiness and silence, like the prelude to a great battle.

The deepest darkness before dawn, like thick ink, heavily envelops the vast, boundless sea of ​​sand in North Darfur.

Major Etan's body was pressed tightly against the cold, rough rock, like an ancient basalt.

In the eerie green world of the night vision goggles, the base codenamed "Musician" a few kilometers away was clearly outlined like a sand table model.

Deep within the base, the final roar of the steel behemoth shook the earth.

The roar of the engine surged forth like a tidal wave, causing even the sand beneath Etan's feet to tremble slightly.

The last massive armored column, kicking up clouds of dust, roared as it surged southeast toward the border where the sounds of artillery fire could be faintly heard.

The menacing silhouette of the machine gun on the roof flashed by in the red light of the taillights, and the silhouettes of soldiers crammed into the cargo truck were indistinct.

The clamor of voices, commands, and the clanging of metal inside the base receded rapidly like the receding tide, replaced by a suffocating, pre-battle silence.

"Attention all teams! Operation commences now! 'Shadow Serpent' (sniper team), eliminate outer sentries! 'Fang' (first assault team), 'Venom' (second assault team), silently infiltrate along the predetermined route! Target: Core command center! Move out!"

"Shadow Serpent received."

"Fangs received, in transit."

"Fang received."

A series of cold, impersonal responses echoed through the encrypted channel.

Etan's voice was compressed into cold, flat electronic pulses through the bone marrow vibration microphone (MBITR), which struck directly into the earpieces that the infiltrators were wearing close to their jawbones.

"The nest has been swarmed out. Repeat, the nest has been swarmed out. Target area defenses reduced to minimum. Operation commence. Shadow Serpent, clear vision."

"Shadow Serpent received."

The response was equally concise, like the collision of two blocks of ice.

Outside the base, a concrete guard tower built against a massive natural rock formation resembles a crouching monster.

At the top of the watchtower, a mercenary sentry, wrapped in a heavy desert camouflage cloak, hunched his shoulders, his gaze fixed on the dusty direction where the last convoy had disappeared into the distance. He had just put down his binoculars and instinctively reached for a cigarette, his fingertips fumbling along the edge of his pocket.

"puff--!"

A very faint, muffled sound, like a cork being opened, was carried away by the wind.

The sentry's head snapped back as if struck by an invisible hammer. He slumped limply beside the cold concrete firing port, a tiny hole near his temple oozing a dark red, viscous liquid and grayish-white tissue.

He never heard the whistling sound of the 7.62x51mm M118LR sniper bullet that tore through the night sky at three times the speed of sound until his death.

Almost at the same millisecond, on the top of a hidden sentry post on the west side of the base, disguised as a pile of weathered rocks, another sentry also shuddered, his unlit cigarette silently slipping from his hand and falling into the sand at his feet.

On the back of his neck, a similarly fatal penetrating wound was gushing blood.

"Shadow Serpent 1, target cleared."

"Shadow Serpent 2, target cleared."

The cold report confirmed the death over the encrypted communication channel.

In Major Etan's night vision goggles, the two life signal lights representing heat sources went out instantly.

"Fangs, venomous fangs, infiltrate silently along the predetermined route. Target: Core command center. Move."

Major Ethan gave the order, his voice like a scalpel slicing through the air.

"Fangs received, in transit."

"Fang received."

Two ghostly assault routes, taking advantage of the last and deepest darkness before dawn, shot out from the shadows of the rocks like two venomous vipers slithering close to the ground.

Etan personally led the six-man "Fang" group, moving close to the shadows of a row of low, prefabricated barracks.

The Salomon Quest 4D GTX tactical boots made an almost inaudible "rustling" sound as they stepped on the gravel, perfectly masked by the wind.

He held a custom-built Tavor X95 assault rifle, equipped with an EOTech EXPS3 holographic sight and an LA-5 PEQ laser designator, pointing it forward. His right eye glanced at the TREX Arms Nova micro tactical terminal fixed to his left forearm, which displayed a real-time update of a precise satellite-mapped base layout and the azimuth points of his teammates.

His heart pounded heavily and powerfully in his chest, and the burning sensation of adrenaline surged through his veins, but his iron will suppressed it to a freezing point.

The goal is right ahead!

"Fang 3, corner, solo patrol."

The low hiss of Fang 2 came through the headphones.

Etan came to an abrupt stop at the corner, his body pressed tightly against the wall.

In the night vision goggles, a mercenary carrying an AK-74M rifle, looking somewhat nonchalant, was humming a tune as he strolled over from the other side of the corner, the muzzle of his gun pointed diagonally at the ground.

Ethan gently pressed the pressure switch on the handle with his left thumb.

The Steiner DBAL-A3 laser designator, fixed to the underside of the X95 handguard, instantly projects a clear infrared laser dot onto the target's chest that is invisible to the naked eye but can only be seen through night vision goggles.

"puff!"

Almost the instant the laser dot appeared, the muzzle flash of the MP7SD silenced submachine gun in Fang 2's hand, equipped with an AAC Ti-RANT 45M suppressor, went out in an instant.

With the combined effect of the silencer and the subsonic bullet, the 4.6mm subsonic bullet only makes a muffled sound like hitting a pillow.

The mercenary's bulletproof vest made a muffled "thud," his body jolted violently, and a flash of surprise crossed his eyes before a second bullet accurately entered his slightly open mouth, exploding into a cloud of blood mist at the back of his neck.

The corpse fell forward and was swiftly dragged into the shadows of the corner by Fang Number 3 and Number 4, who were prepared in advance.

"Clear."

Fang 2's voice was completely flat.

“Continue the advance.” Etan’s voice was like the scraping of cold iron. He rounded the corner, his gaze sharp as a hawk’s, sweeping across the open area ahead—the only path to the core area, completely unobstructed.

"Venom calling Falcon, has arrived at the B3 drainage outlet and is preparing to enter."

Another group of voices came through.

"Received. Maintain communication silence and proceed as planned."

Etan responded. He gestured, and the six members of the Fang team immediately moved silently across the death zone in a standard alternating cover formation, using the huge tires of several bulldozers and a pile of oil drums as makeshift cover.

The movements were swift, precise, and fluid, like a finely crafted Swiss watch.

Behind them, another covert front was also advancing.

The "Fang" team stealthily made their way to the end of a dry drainage ditch in the southwest corner of the base, like moles.

There, a rusty, dust-covered metal grille was the designated infiltration point.

Venomous Fang 1 crouched down and pulled out a hydraulic breaching shear from the side of his tactical vest.

The cold, alloy jaws silently sank into the gaps in the thick iron bars of the grille. His arm muscles bulged, and the hydraulic system emitted an extremely low hissing sound.

The thick iron bars were silently cut off like rotten wood. Another team member quickly used a crowbar to pry open the deformed and loose grille, revealing a dark, gaping passageway below, filled with the heavy smell of rust and decaying silt.

"Fang 1, enter the drainage channel of Zone B3."

Fang 1's voice rang out through the throat microphone, carrying the slight echo unique to the tunnel. He was the first to dive in, the sewage instantly submerging his ankles, icy cold.

He held a small thermal imager in his hand, its dark blue screen scanning the winding passage ahead to confirm that it was empty.

"No warning heat source. The channel status is consistent with satellite mapping, and it is expected to arrive at the designated location in 2 minutes and 10 seconds."

"Received. Stay alert."

Ethan's voice remained steady.

His Fang team had successfully bypassed the makeshift helipad inside the base, and ahead lay the low but sturdy square building marked as the core command center.

It stands like a silent fortress, crouching at the heart of the base.

Two mercenaries dressed in desert digital camouflage combat uniforms leaned idly against a makeshift sandbag bunker outside the command center entrance.

One man was carrying a PKM general-purpose machine gun, while the other had an AK rifle propped up on a sandbag. The two men were talking in hushed Arabic, their eyes occasionally sweeping across the empty square.

One of them raised his wrist to look at his watch, muttered something, probably complaining that it wasn't time for his shift to change yet.

They were completely unaware that death was descending upon them from two directions simultaneously.

"Fang 4, machine gunner on the left. Fang 5, rifleman on the right."

Ethan's commands fell like ice beads through the throat microphone.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

Two overlapping, extremely faint gunshots rang out.

The mercenary holding the PKM on his left suddenly had his bulletproof plate cave inward with a dull thud. The huge impact knocked him backward, and he choked on his breath.

His companion reacted extremely quickly, almost at the same time the gun went off, reaching for the red button on the sandbag bunker connected to the internal alarm, his eyes wide with horror.

Just as his fingertip was less than five centimeters from the button—

"puff!"

The third shot rang out.

A 4.6x30mm subsonic bullet (MP7SD) pierced his right temple precisely, exiting from the other side with skull fragments and brain matter, splattering onto the tan sandbag.

His outstretched hand fell limply to his side, and his body went limp, landing squarely on his comrade who had been shot in the chest but was still alive.

The latter convulsed a few times in vain, its pupils dilating rapidly.

"Outer sentries cleared. Fangs in position."

Fang 4 reported calmly.

Major Etan moved like a shadow skimming the ground, instantly appearing in front of the heavy, reinforced steel blast door of the command center.

There were no handles on the door, only a keypad and an optical reader, coldly reflecting a faint light.

He quickly scanned the seam between the door frame and the wall to confirm that there were no hidden vibration or laser alarms.

The demolition expert silently slid to his side and swiftly removed two pre-made M112 directional breaching explosives from the modular mounting plate on the back of the tactical vest.

The adhesive patch adheres firmly to the door lock area and hinge position.

He connected two thin, hair-like detonator wires to the detonator in his palm and set it to a 3-second delay.

"Prepare for demolition."

The demolition expert kept his voice extremely low.

The remaining five members of the Fang team instantly retreated half a step, their bodies pressed against the wall, forming a perfect angle for crossfire cover. The muzzles of their MP7s and X95s were steadily pointed towards any potential threat that might appear inside the door.

There was only deathly silence, with the sound of the wind howling.

"Fire in the hole."

The demolition expert pressed the detonation button with his thumb.

Boom——! ! !
A violent explosion compressed into an extremely small area!
The high-speed metal jet (EFP) generated by the directional explosive is like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, instantly melting through the thick steel core of the door lock mechanism and hinge!

The violent shockwave and shrapnel were contained by the inert material layer on the back of the explosive, and most of the energy was precisely poured into the door!

With a sickening metallic creak, the heavy blast door dented and tore open inwards, then was blasted away by the immense force! A blast wave of scorching air, carrying thick smoke, metal fragments, and cement dust, erupted from the doorway like a flood bursting its banks!
"GO! GO! GO!"

Ethan's roar rang out even before the echoes of the explosion had faded!
Before the smoke had even cleared, he was the first to duck and rush in!
He instantly unleashed two precise shots with his Tavor X95!
puff-

puff-

Inside the corridor, two guards, dazed and disoriented from the explosion, had just struggled to their feet when their helmets burst open with blood almost simultaneously. Without uttering a sound, they collapsed again.

The members of the Fang Clan, like a black torrent, followed Etan in single file and instantly took control of the entrance area.

Thick, acrid smoke filled the air, and the beams of tactical flashlights swept across the smoke like sharp swords.

"Fang, report status!"

Ethan leaned against the corridor wall, his gun pointed at the inner passage, and asked urgently.

"Venom in position! The connection point to the main ventilation duct on the lower level is secured! No resistance!"

The voice of Venomous Fang 1 came from below, carrying the distinctive echo of the pipes.

"Meet as planned!"

Ethan's order.

He gave a signal, and the Fangtooth team, using a standard "peeling the onion" tactical formation, advanced rapidly into the depths of the command center, providing alternating cover.

The doors on both sides of the corridor were tightly closed, and the emergency lights overhead flickered with an ominous red glow after the explosion.

The operation went so smoothly it was almost nerve-wracking.

They encountered no further effective resistance along the way, only the occasional monotonous wail of an alarm in a distant room.

In satellite images, the green dots representing them and the cleared red dots are steadily converging towards the core area.

Etan's heartbeat, fueled by the constant stimulation of adrenaline, was like a rapid war drumbeat.

The goal is within reach!

The footage was captured by helmet-mounted cameras and transmitted in real time via satellite back to the "crater" in Tel Aviv and MI6 headquarters in London.

On the huge screen in the Mossad command center, a dozen green dots representing the "Alpha" team were clearly displayed, moving quickly and steadily like precise scalpels within the gray grid representing the base buildings, while the red dots representing enemy personnel along the way went out one by one.

The points of light eventually converged on the periphery of a square building located in the core area of ​​the base, labeled "Command Center".

Ya Ge stood in front of the screen, his hands clenched into fists, his teeth clenched, and his jaw muscles twitching occasionally.

He stared intently at the four green dots, his eyes burning with the flames of revenge and the desire for victory.

The sense of defeat at the loss of the "Hammer" squadron was overwhelmed by the immense pleasure of the impending fatal blow.

"Good! Well done! Etan! Charge in! Grab him! Or kill him!"

He kept repeating this phrase in his mind, as if doing so would quickly turn the image in his mind into reality.

Meanwhile, in the command center of MI6 in London, Ms. M stood alone in the shadows a little distance from the screen, arms crossed, her gaze also fixed on the almost perfect, smooth infiltration route on the screen.

Her brow furrowed deeper and deeper, her face appearing somewhat pale in the cold light of the screen. Everything had gone too smoothly.

It went by in a strangely smooth way...

Song Heping's base, a command center that had just planned and successfully executed a deadly ambush against the world's top fighter jets, found its outer and inner defenses to be so weak as to be virtually undefended when faced with a massive army approaching.

Are there fatal gaps in the patrol routes left by those easily eliminated sentries?

Throughout the entire process, no serious alarms were triggered, and no organized resistance was encountered...

This feeling isn't like a surprise attack, it's more like...

I entered a meticulously cleaned room, awaiting the arrival of guests.

A chill crept up her spine. Her intuition was sharply warning her, more intense than any logical analysis.

She caught a whiff of that faint, cold, and mocking aura, unique to top hunters, hidden beneath that perfect facade.

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