Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1097 Zayed's "Romantic Hunt"

Earlier in the day.

In the presidential suite.

After checking into his room, Zayed took a relaxing hot bath, put on a soft bathrobe, and even had the leisure to spray himself with some expensive men's cologne.

He turned on the huge LCD TV, watching the buzzing news absentmindedly, his mind already wandering to the romantic encounter that was about to take place.

That stripper named Deli was absolutely stunning.

Unlike the typical voluptuous Indian woman, she is tall and well-proportioned, with healthy honey-colored skin and deep, captivating features, especially her eyes, which exude a wild and untamed charm when she looks around on stage.

Zayed felt a surge of heat just thinking about her powerful dance moves and the fire hidden beneath her cold expression.

He recalled the nightclub owner's fawning introduction in the private room: "Mr. Zayed, Daly is new here, she's a bit fiery, but she's absolutely top-notch..."

He laughed at that moment.

Every real man enjoys taming a wild horse.

About thirty minutes later, the suite's doorbell rang.

The bodyguard in the outer living room opened the door after confirming the situation through the peephole.

Outside the door stood a hotel staff member, next to whom stood Daisy, who had changed into a slightly conservative dress that still accentuated her stunning figure.

"Sir, your 'fast food' has arrived."

The waiter said respectfully.

Zayed waved at the door of the inner bedroom. The bodyguards checked the food cart, searched Deli, and then let the two of them in.

The waiter left quickly after placing a bottle of chilled champagne and a fruit platter on the food cart.

The bodyguards tactfully retreated to the outer room and closed the bedroom door—their boss didn't like being disturbed when he was doing his business.

Now, only Zayed and Deli remain in the room.

Zayed gazed greedily at the woman so close to him; she was even more captivating than she appeared on stage.

He chuckled and opened his arms, ready to pounce.

"gentlemen……"

Daisy took a small step back, her voice carrying a deliberate shyness, "Please allow me to use the restroom first, to change my clothes... I was a little hot on the way here, so I'd like to wash my face."

Although Zayed was burning with desire, he naturally wouldn't refuse such a small request; on the contrary, he found it even more interesting.

He generously pointed to the spacious, luxurious bathroom in the bedroom: "Go ahead, baby, I'll be waiting for you."

Once the meat is in your mouth, it won't fly away, will it?
Daisy, carrying a small handbag, walked into the bathroom and closed the door.

Zayed smugly swirled his wine glass, listening to the faint sound of water coming from the bathroom, imagining what was about to happen.

After about ten minutes, the bathroom door opened.

Zayed's eyes lit up!
Deli changed into an extremely sexy burlesque costume, adorned with sequins and tassels. The gold fabric barely covered her vital parts, revealing large areas of smooth skin and her firm, alluring abs.

She wore heavier stage makeup, and her eyes looked alluring and seductive under the lights.

She didn't say anything, but simply took out her phone, connected it to the Bluetooth speaker in the bedroom, and then adjusted the cool light to a warm color.

A few seconds later, a dance tune full of Indian flair and a strong rhythm began to play.

As the music began, Daisy started her performance.

Her dance moves were highly professional, each movement a perfect blend of power and flexibility. Her waist swayed like a water snake, her arms swung like a nimble bird, and her gaze shifted between alluring and indifferent. This elusive quality amplified her seductive charm to the extreme. Tassels and sequins danced with her spins, creating dazzling halos under the lights.

Zayed was so bored he didn't even realize when he put down his wine glass.

He was completely captivated by the enchanting dance and the other woman's stunning beauty, his eyes filled only with primal desire.

As the dance drew to a close, the music became increasingly urgent and alluring.

Deli spun closer to the bed, her last movement frozen in place. She was almost half-lying on the wide bed, one long leg raised high, her body forming an extremely seductive curve, and she beckoned to Zayed with her finger.

Zayed let out a low growl, unable to restrain himself any longer. Like a bull seeing a red cloth, he pounced on her, eager to pin this bewitching enchantress down beneath him.

Just then, a burst of gunfire suddenly rang out from outside the door.

"what happened!?"

Zayed felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water; his desires, like deserters, struggled to escape from every pore of his body and vanished in an instant.

"what happened!?"

He raised his voice and shouted towards the door, asking his bodyguard for directions.

However, it was quiet outside.

No one answered his question.

Everything was eerily quiet...

Just as Zayed was loudly questioning his bodyguards in the presidential suite, Song Heping quickly peeked out from the fire exit and saw several armed men with short assault rifles approaching the presidential suite door in a loose tactical formation.

They had clearly just come out of the employee elevator and knew the target's exact location.

The group was less than 20 meters from the suite door.

I've arrived just in time; judging from the situation, Zayed isn't dead yet!

Song Heping's brain assesses the situation in a tenth of a second:
First, there's the location: the fire escape exit he was in was at the far left of the 30th-floor corridor. The assassin team emerged from the elevator lobby on the right and was approaching the presidential suite to the right front.

Secondly, tactical choices:

A: Open fire on the spot. The advantage is the element of surprise.

However, the enemy had eight men, equipped with automatic weapons, and had the corridor walls as cover.

Once the firefight begins, it could easily escalate into a stalemate. The dancer in the room is very likely also an assassin. Since Narendra wants to kill Zayed, she certainly wouldn't just send a group of assassins to attack from the outside; to take down a lecherous man, a woman is the best deadly weapon.

If he lingers here for more than five minutes, Zayed could be killed by that woman named Deli at any moment, and even if he stops these assassins, it will be of no use.

B: Force your way through and enter the suite. Rush in before the assassin reaches the door!

But this distance completely exposes you to the killer's firepower; it's suicide.

We need to gain a few seconds.

The only remaining option is to create chaos, seize a fleeting opportunity to rush into the suite, ensure Zayed is still alive, and then use the suite's structure to hold out or find another evacuation route.

Staying here to engage the numerically superior enemy will inevitably lead to defeat.

In the blink of an eye, Song Heping's tactical plan was finalized!

Without hesitation, he holstered his pistol and swiftly pulled an M18 smoke grenade and a fragmentation grenade from his coat pocket.

Then suddenly pull open the fire door at the fire exit!
"Hey!"

He deliberately let out a low growl in English, instantly drawing the attention of all the assassins!

Just as the seven or eight assassins turned their heads at the sound, and before their guns had fully turned around, Song Heping used all his strength to throw the fragmentation grenade, which had already released its safety for a second, towards the rear of the assassin team!

Immediately afterwards, two more M18 smoke grenades were thrown towards the front of the assassin team and the presidential suite, respectively.

"Grenade!"

A horrified scream erupted from within the assassin team!
The well-trained men immediately and instinctively dove to the sides to find cover, and the team was thrown into chaos!

boom! !

The grenade exploded violently in the middle of the corridor.

The loud bang and shockwave shook the entire floor. A flash of light, shards of debris, and artwork and lampshades in the corridor were blown to pieces.

Although most of the assassins managed to lie down in time, the sound and light impact and shrapnel from the explosion still caused interference and brief chaos. Two of them were hit by shrapnel and immediately let out screams of pain.

Almost at the same time.

laugh--

With two soft sounds, two thick plumes of gray smoke instantly surged out of the canisters, like two gray walls that rose up in an instant. One plume enveloped the front half of the assassin team, while the other quickly spread across the area between Song Heping and the suite door, greatly obstructing the view.

"smoke!"

"Target on the left! Fire! Blind fire!"

From within the smoke came the assassins' shouts of shock and rage, followed by a flurry of chaotic and blind gunfire as bullets thudded against the walls and floor, sending fragments flying.

Song Heping wanted those few chaotic seconds.

While the assassins were still reeling from the grenade explosion and in a state of confusion, he pounced like an arrow released from a bow, leaping out like a leopard hunting its prey the moment the smoke rose.

He lowered his body to its lowest point, almost touching the carpet, and pressed himself against the wall. Using the smoke as cover, he sprinted towards the slightly ajar door of the presidential suite at top speed.

At the same time, he had already flung the MP7 in front of him, his finger resting on the trigger guard.

Bullets whizzed past his head and side, sending plaster flying from the walls, but his sprinting path and the smoke effectively disrupted the enemy's aim!
"boom!"

He stepped over the bodyguards' corpses at the door, slammed his shoulder against the half-closed door that the bodyguards had opened earlier, and rolled inside!

Puff puff puff!

A series of bullets followed and struck the wooden door and door frame where he had just been standing!

Inside the bedroom of the presidential suite, Zayed stood behind the door, listening intently to the sounds outside.

Gunshots...

Explosion……

Everything seemed to indicate that something big was about to happen.

This is a matter of life and death!

"Tartani! What on earth happened?!"

After repeatedly calling out without getting a response from the bodyguards, he finally accepted the harsh reality—his highly paid bodyguards outside were probably all dead by now…

Telephone……

A word flashed through my mind.

Correct!
He finally remembered to call for help.

Although distant water cannot quench the thirst of nearby fire.

But there was no time to worry about that anymore.

Zayed is now isolated and helpless, like a three-year-old child lost in the wilderness.

He turned around to retrieve his phone from the bedside table.

Just as he was about to turn around, through the reflection of the golden copper plates embedded in the bedroom wall, he was horrified to see that Daisy, who had been reclining on the bed in an alluring pose, was now standing less than two meters behind him, her eyes instantly changing from seductive to icy cold.

In her hand, as if by magic, a gleaming, uniquely shaped short blade appeared, which she raised high with incredible speed and ruthlessness...

That ruthless gaze and chilling murderous aura are something no ordinary dancer could possess!
He's an assassin!
"It's over... it's over..."

Zayed's heart sank into the Mariana Trench.

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(End of this chapter)