Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1021 Welcome to the Trap!

"Fire in the hole!"

Inside the buildings of the "Musician" defense base in North Darfur.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Major Etan's roar was like a drawn sword.

He was the first to plunge into the billowing smoke, his body pressed low against the cold metal door frame, the butt of his X95 assault rifle firmly against his shoulder.

In the eerie green vision of the night-vision goggles, the billowing smoke and dust resembled murky ghostly figures.

Behind them, the elite members of the "Fang" and "Venom" teams charged in like arrows released from a bow, advancing in a "chapped" formation that they had practiced countless times. The red dots of their infrared laser sights, like the forked tongues of venomous snakes, swept rapidly and steadily through the smoke and dust, sweeping over every corner where death might lurk.

Puff puff--

clap clap-

Puff puff--

Different gun models emitted different sounds as they fired from their silencers, which sounded particularly eerie in the smoke-filled command center.

"Clear!" The left-side player's confirmation was short and forceful.

"Clear!" The voice on the right then rang out.

"The left corridor is safe!"

"Clear the room on the right!"

Short reports echoed through the encrypted channel, carrying a suppressed excitement. The anticipated deadly crossfire did not materialize.

The corridor was so empty it made one's heart tighten; the doors of the offices on both sides were wide open, like dark, gaping mouths.

Papers and overturned chairs were scattered on the ground, and the air still smelled of the acrid fumes of tear gas and the faint burnt smell of overloaded electronic devices, all contributing to a scene of panicked evacuation.

The target was just ahead—the heavy metal door with its independent reinforced structure, marked "Command Center," stood like the last fortress at the end of the passage.

That must be the room where Song Heping is!

Ethan's heart pounded beneath his tactical vest.

Adrenaline surges through the veins—the excitement and restlessness of a hunter finally closing in on its ultimate prey.

He gave the signal, and the two teams took turns providing cover. Their tactical boots made a soft but rapid sound on the cold ground, like a group of deadly ghosts, rushing quickly and accurately towards the door along the central passage.

The demolition expert stepped forward again, his movements as swift as lightning.

A strip of plastic explosive was precisely attached to the locking point and hinge.

Just as the team members were attaching explosives to the door, Major Eitan felt a sense of unease.

It’s so quiet…

It was unusually quiet...

Shouldn't there be a lot of people in the command center?

Even if the main force leaves the base to defend the border against the enemy, there should still be technical and staff personnel here...

Is Musician Defense such a terrible company?
They didn't even have basic staff and communications personnel.

"Fire in the hole!"

The demolition expert's shout interrupted Major Etan's reverie.

A second, muffled explosion rang out, the shockwave whipping up new dust and smoke. The metal door twisted and groaned inward before finally collapsing with a deafening roar, revealing the churning chaos behind it.

"Go! Go! Go!"

Time did not allow Major Eitan to continue his wandering thoughts.

The arrow is on the bowstring; it has no choice but to be released.

His roar, filled with a desperate determination, was the first to crash into the billowing smoke.

Several gun barrels followed closely behind, their infrared beams weaving a deadly net in the thick smoke.

Puff puff--

Puff puff--

Puff puff--

A series of muffled gunshots rang out.

Major Etan dared not be overconfident; he knew who his opponent was and had long planned to leave no survivors.

Even obtaining Song Heping's body would be a success!

The smoke slowly settled.

The night vision goggles gradually revealed a clear, greenish vision, outlining the room's contours.

The massive tactical command console stood silently in the center, with only a few standby indicator lights flickering weakly like dying fireflies.

The main screens were completely black and lifeless.

Empty coffee cups and messy documents were scattered on the console.

Major Eitan was amazed by these devices.

How do private defense companies acquire these advanced devices?
It seems the information in the intelligence report was entirely accurate.

This Song Heping is incredibly powerful and wealthy.

Beside the table in the center of the command platform, a chair lay askew, as if its owner had just hastily risen. There was no target, no guards, not even a trace of human presence.

Dead silence.

A suffocating, chilling silence instantly gripped the throats of every assault team member. Only their own heavy breathing and the amplified scraping sound of their tactical boots crunching on the tiny debris echoed in this vast, eerie emptiness.

"Report……"

A team member's voice came through the encrypted channel: "Command room... seems empty... something's not right..."

Etan's facial muscles instantly stiffened, the fervent, triumphant flame of victory extinguished by a bucket of ice water, solidifying into an absurd astonishment.

His knuckles, gripping the X95 tightly, were white and trembling slightly. A chilling coldness, not from the air conditioner, exploded deep within his spine, instantly freezing his surging blood.

trap!

These two words were like icicles, piercing his consciousness.

He rushed to the command platform, his gaze sweeping around frantically like a searchlight.

table!

The table in the center of the command console was covered with documents!

He practically lunged forward and grabbed a crumpled and discarded document from the side.

The paper was cold.

His eyes quickly scanned the contents of the documents, trying to find some clues.

However, when he opened the first folder and saw the white paper inside, his pupils instantly shrank.

The paper had a line of English writing on it: "Welcome to walk into our trap!"
Fell into a trap!
It really is a trap!
"No...impossible..."

Ethan's voice was hoarse and somewhat distorted, squeezed out with difficulty from between his teeth.

Cold sweat instantly burst from every pore, soaking through the lining, the cold, sticky feeling clinging to the skin.

A tremendous, manipulative fear gripped his throat like an invisible, icy hand, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

They were not hunters, but foolish insects who walked headlong into the center of Song Heping's spider web, which he had already woven and was waiting for its prey to come to them!

That ghostly adversary must be watching their futile struggle with cold mockery from some absolutely safe shadow, and also watching the equally fooled "spectators" on satellite screens thousands of kilometers away!
He subconsciously looked up and saw cameras installed in every corner of the command center.

The air in the command center seemed to solidify into lead, pressing heavily on the chests of every Alpha team member, making each breath incredibly difficult.

Major Ethan's fingers gripped the cold document tightly, his knuckles cracking, his pupils constricted behind his dark green night-vision lenses as he stared intently at the glaring English words.

My mind went blank, with only a sharp, agonizing alarm screaming wildly deep within my consciousness.

The deathly silence was suddenly ripped apart!
"Falcon! Falcon! This is 'Shadow Serpent'!"

The sniper team's spotter's voice suddenly came through the channel.

"Outside the base! Southeast and northwest! Massive heat signals! Extremely fast! It's an armed convoy! Too many! They're back! Damn it! This is a trap! We're surrounded! Location marked!"

Rumble——! ! !
Before the warning from "Shadow Serpent" had faded, a series of muffled explosions, like roars from the depths of the earth, suddenly erupted!
The sounds came from different directions of the base, like heavy drumsticks pounding on the heart, and the concrete ground beneath our feet trembled continuously and with a heart-pounding feeling!

Judging from the sound, it seemed like a pre-set Claymore mine or an improvised explosive device (IED) had been triggered!
The encrypted channel was instantly flooded with terrified screams:

"Report! Entrance to Sector B! Heavy machine gun fire! RPGs! We're being suppressed!"

"Report! Corridor in Sector C! Pre-set crossfire point! Damn it! We're trapped! Requesting backup!"

The piercing whistling of bullets striking concrete and metal, the roar of explosions, the suppressed roars of commandos, and the muffled groans of the wounded…

All the sounds mingled together, frantically pouring into everyone's eardrums through the headphones, tearing at their nerves.

The outside was no longer a meticulously arranged empty city, but a giant slaughterhouse that instantly boiled over and was filled with the roar of death!
"A trap! It's a trap!"

Major Etan's eyes were bloodshot as he roared into the microphone like a wild beast, his voice completely distorted by extreme fear and rage.

"Retreat! Everyone retreat! Execute the 'cut-off' plan! Disperse and break out! Immediately!!"

What decapitation, what perfect infiltration—it was all bait thrown out by Song Heping!

They're like a bunch of stupid fish that've walked right into a trap!

He turned around abruptly, his body bursting with desperate power, and kicked over the heavy command chair next to him, trying to find a weak cover or a slim exit in the empty room.

"Watch out above!!!"

A teammate following closely behind Etan issued a shrill warning, his voice trembling, and lunged at Etan like a cannonball!

Da da da da da—! ! !
Just as the team member's body collided with Etan and tackled him to the ground, a perfectly disguised ventilation vent cover suddenly popped open above the only intact main screen in the command room!

A pre-set remote-controlled minigun suddenly revealed its menacing fangs!

The six cold gun barrels instantly began to spin at high speed, emitting a deep, chilling hum, like a spinning wheel from hell!
Immediately afterwards, a terrifying tongue of fire, half a meter long, burst forth! The 7.62mm ammunition belt, firing thousands of rounds per minute at a devastating rate, wove together a scorching, dense, and inescapable storm of steel that instantly engulfed the entire command room!

Puff puff puff puff puff—! ! !
The dull thud of bullets piercing flesh was like the drumbeats of death, so dense they were indistinguishable.

The walls were smashed, sending shards of stone flying and concrete dust filling the air; the expensive control panel was instantly riddled with holes and sparks flew everywhere; the sophisticated electronic equipment exploded.
human body……

Faced with the raging torrent of metal, it was as fragile as a piece of paper.

Etan, who was tackled to the ground, had his cheeks and neck instantly splattered with scalding liquid—it was unclear whether it was warm blood or molten liquid from exploding electronic components.

The teammate pressing down on him convulsed and spasmed violently. Warm blood, like an out-of-control fountain, surged and soaked through Etan's combat uniform, and the strong smell of blood instantly filled his nostrils.

"Do not--!!!"

Etan let out a desperate howl amidst the pool of blood and metal debris.

Above their heads, the cold, remote-controlled machine gun continued to spin and roar wildly, relentlessly spewing out destructive flames, tearing, churning, and utterly turning the last elite members of Mossad's most elite "Alpha" task force, along with their illusions of a successful decapitation strike, into a shower of blood and flesh dust.

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