Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1056 The Identity of the "Poison Needle"
Just as Mahadi's finger was about to touch the IV tubing connector—

A bandaged hand suddenly grabbed his wrist!
icy!

hard!

Mahdi felt as if he were being clamped by hydraulic clamps, and couldn't help but let out a low growl—

"Uh!"

He instinctively tried to break free, but the strength in the hand was astonishing, and he couldn't budge it even after struggling twice.

He looked up in alarm, only to meet Song Heping's suddenly opened eyes.

Completely different from when he first came in, Song Heping's eyes, illuminated by the dim bedside lamp, were as sharp and cold as two icy daggers.

"doctor."

A disdainful sneer appeared on Song Heping's lips.

"The sweat on your forehead...and the trembling in your fingertips..."

His gaze swept over Mahadi's forehead, which was covered in a fine layer of cold sweat, and his hand, which was trembling uncontrollably.

"...it explains things better than instruments."

As soon as he finished speaking, Song Heping's other hand shot out from under the thin blanket like a ghost, snatching the syringe he was about to use to inject potassium chloride.

"Do not--!"

Mahadi was instantly terrified, and his desperate roar was stuck in his throat, only a broken syllable coming out.

He struggled with all his might, his body twisting wildly like a fish out of water, his other hand grabbing at Song Heping's face haphazardly.

But Song Heping's actions were faster, more ruthless, and more precise!

The bandaged arm burst forth with astonishing strength, pressing him firmly against the edge of the hospital bed like an iron hoop.

At the same time, the gleaming needle plunged into the vein of the arm that Mahadi had been gripping tightly!

Mahadi watched as Song Heping's fingers pushed the syringe piston firmly and powerfully.

The syringe, which belonged to him and contained a 10% potassium chloride solution, was being injected by Song Heping into his own veins with the deadly liquid!
A cold liquid was flowing rapidly down his veins toward his heart!
Flowing throughout the body!

10% potassium chloride!
His own choice!

His own death warrant!
Extreme fear gripped Mahadi's heart in an instant!

The burning sensation caused by the intense stimulation of the blood vessel walls by the high concentration of potassium ions, along with the terrifying premonition that his heart was being squeezed by an invisible giant hand, caused him to let out an inhuman scream.

"Ugh—!"

Mahadi stared wide-eyed, his eyeballs almost bulging out of their sockets from extreme fear, looking at Song Heping in disbelief, then looking down at the tiny needle mark on his arm.

The immense fear fueled his strength, and Mahdi suddenly broke free from Song Heping's grasp.

The instinct for survival erupted like a volcano!
Antidote!

Calcium gluconate!
Calcium ions can counteract the toxicity of high potassium to the myocardium!
The antidote is downstairs!
There's still time!

Calcium must be administered intravenously immediately!

Otherwise, your heart could stop beating at any moment!

Like a cornered beast, he unleashed his last strength, turned around without hesitation, and lunged towards the door of the ward!

An incoherent roar came from his throat.

"Stop him!"

Song Heping's voice was cold and clear.

Kavvan, who had been completely bewildered, finally came to his senses!

He pounced like a cheetah, delivering a heavy hook punch to Mahadi's side ribs!
"puff!"

As a Revolutionary Guard officer trained in special forces, Kafwan's punch shattered all of Mahadi's movements and shouts.

The excruciating pain caused the already disheveled doctor to black out, the air in his lungs was violently forced out, and his body staggered forward and fell like a sack of mud.

Before he could fall to the ground, Kavvan's thick, powerful arms had already wrapped around his neck like steel cables, tightly strangling him.

At the same time, his knee slammed heavily into his lower back, pinning him firmly to the floor.

Two seconds later, the cold muzzle of the gun was pressed heavily against his temple, and the metallic chill instantly froze all his struggles.

"If you dare to move again, I'll blow your head off."

Kavvan's voice rang close to his ear, each word carrying a strong killing intent.

Mahdi could clearly feel the bulging muscles in the other man's arm and the pressure exerted by the muzzle of the gun.

He collapsed to the ground, his body convulsing uncontrollably from the excruciating pain and suffocation.

Cold sweat mixed with tears of pain, stickily covering his face.

Even more frightening, he could clearly feel a strong burning pain coming from the injection site in his arm, and his heart began to beat wildly and irregularly, like a wild horse crashing against his chest—early symptoms of hyperkalemia had begun to appear!
Song Heping had already sat up.

He pulled the IV needle out of the back of his hand with a swift and decisive motion, as if the thunderous blow had not taken much of his strength.

He threw off the thin blanket and stepped onto the cold ground. His bandaged legs did not seem to affect his movements.

He looked down at Mahdi, who was pinned to the floor, his eyes devoid of any emotion, only cold scrutiny.

He bent down and reached out to pick up the syringe that had been almost emptied.

Only a tiny bit of colorless liquid remained in the syringe.

"What is it?"

Song Heping's voice was not loud, and his gaze swept over Maihadi's face with a playful expression.

"Cyanide?"

Mahadi remained silent.

Song Heping immediately denied it: "No, if it were cyanide, you would already be showing very obvious symptoms..."

He ran his finger back and forth along his lips twice.

It was as if they wanted to scrape the answer out. At the last minute, they asked again:
"Digitoxatin?"

Mahadi still didn't react.

Song Heping glanced at the liquid in the syringe and continued to shake his head: "It doesn't seem like it either..."

Finally, Song Heping seemed to have guessed something and asked with a smile:
"High concentration of potassium chloride? Direct intravenous injection. The dose is enough to stop the heart completely within minutes. Clean and efficient. A surgeon's choice, Dr. Mahadi."

He casually tossed the empty syringe onto the ground in front of Mahadi, making a crisp thud.

"Now."

He crouched down, meeting Mahadi's unfocused eyes, which were glazed over with pain and fear, and lowered his voice even further: "Tell me, who's in charge of you? Who exactly is that venomous snake that the CIA has lurked inside Persia?"

Kavvan's cold gun barrel, in sync with Song Heping's interrogation, ground against Maihadi's temple again at just the right moment.

Mahadi felt another violent, irregular spasm in his heart, bringing a suffocating panic.

"Injustice...I...I'm innocent!"

He was breathing heavily, each word laced with blood and a hoarse sob, his voice distorted by the grip of Kavvan's arm, filled with a deliberately feigned panic and grievance.

"That...that's levofloxacin hydrochloride! It's an anti-inflammatory drug! I...I just wanted to change the medication! Mr. Song! You can't do this! The General...the General will know..."

He was rambling incoherently, trying to invoke the name of Afanti, but his eyes were filled with genuine terror due to the abnormal beating of his heart.

Kavvan held his arm firmly in place without loosening his grip, but his brow was furrowed tightly.

He looked down at the doctor at his feet, who was crying and looking disheveled, his body convulsing from the intense pain and some kind of inner agony.

Several minutes have passed?

Aside from the physiological trembling caused by fear and pain, the other person seemed to...

His face grew even paler, his breathing became rapid, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead like a small stream…

Moreover, the one suppressing him, Kav, could feel the heartbeat coming from the other's chest cavity, which was incredibly fast and completely irregular.

This is much more than just fear!

Is it...

Kavvan turned his gaze toward Song Heping with surprise and suspicion.

Song Heping's face remained expressionless.

He slowly stood up, but his eyes remained cold.

"Kafvan".

Song Heping's voice broke the oppressive silence in the ward, calm and without a ripple.

"Send the remaining medicine in this syringe to the laboratory downstairs immediately. Have them analyze the potassium ion concentration as quickly as possible."

His gaze shifted to Mahadi, who was still struggling in vain and crying out for his innocence on the ground, but whose body was convulsing more and more obviously, and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

"As for our 'innocent' Dr. Mahadi..."

Song Heping said, word by word, "Lock him up. Put him in solitary confinement. No one is allowed to contact him. No drugs are allowed."

He paused, his gaze falling on Mahadi's face, which was contorted with pain from his heart.

"Especially... calcium supplements."

He pronounced the last two words with exceptional clarity and slowness.

"He remained locked up. Until... the 'saline solution' in his body began to take effect. Until our respected doctor personally experienced how the poison he had carefully chosen could completely silence his heart."

He leaned down slightly again, getting close to Mahadi's face, which was completely contorted with pain and despair.

"Feel it, Doctor. Feel how your heartbeat gradually becomes frantic, erratic... and then... stops. You only have a short time to decide whether to die with a secret, or... seize this last chance."

"Do not!!"

Mahdi let out a piercing scream.

Song Heping's words were like a red-hot branding iron, burning his nerves.

Countdown!
Calcium gluconate!
The antidote is both so close and so far away!

He could clearly feel the cold, giant hand of death gripping his heart, each irregular beat like a final struggle!

The fear of the poison taking effect was like a burst dam, instantly destroying all his remaining hope.

Suddenly, a sharp, suffocating pain shot through his heart, and he began to gasp for breath.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!!"

He screamed in despair.

“It’s…it’s Sadiq! Sadiq Zahdi! The intelligence chief of the Quds Force of the Revolutionary Guard! It’s him! Codename ‘Poison Needle’! It’s him! He forced me to do this! He used my daughter…he used my daughter to threaten me! The antidote! Give me calcium! Quickly! Please! My heart…is about to stop! I don’t want to die! I don’t want to die—!”

Sadiq Zahdi!

The name exploded in Kavvan's ears like a thunderclap.

He was holding Mahadi down when his body suddenly stiffened, his face drained of color, leaving only extreme shock and disbelief.

The Holy City Brigade of the Revolutionary Guard!
Chief of Intelligence!

That was one of the general's most trusted right-hand men!

He is the person in charge of the core security circle for this operation!

How can this be? !
Kavvan suddenly looked up at Song Heping, his eyes filled with horror and questioning.

Song Heping's face remained calm, as if this earth-shattering name had been expected all along.

"Kafvan, what are you waiting for?"

he asks.

"Are you still waiting to keep this scourge around during Eid al-Fitr?"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)