Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1098 Excitement
Outside the bedroom door.

Song Heping rushed into the suite without even catching his breath, his eyes scanning the scene like lightning—the outer living room was empty, and the bodyguards had obviously been shot down outside the door when they rushed out after hearing the commotion.

The door to the inner bedroom was closed, but Zayed's screams and a woman's stern shouts could be heard from inside!

That's too late!

Without the slightest hesitation, Song Heping turned the MP7 gun around and fired a rapid burst of fire at the bedroom door lock and hinge area!
Puff puff puff!

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the door lock and hinges were instantly destroyed by a hail of 4.6mm bullets!

"Bang! Crash—!!!"

He then delivered a fierce side kick, and the entire severely damaged luxury solid wood bedroom door, along with its frame, crashed inward and shattered!

Amidst the swirling sawdust and dust, Song Heping rushed into the bedroom like the Grim Reaper, just in time to witness the incredibly dangerous scene of Dai Li stabbing Zayed in the back with a knife!
Without warning, without hesitation, they raised their hands and fired!

Puff puff puff puff puff! ! !
The MP7's deep, deadly roar echoed in the bedroom, its precise bursts aimed directly at Daisy's wrist...

The assassin, Daly, reacted with astonishing speed!

The moment the door was kicked open, she sensed a deadly threat.

The assassination attempt was abruptly stopped, and the body, relying on its powerful core strength, rolled violently to the other side of the bed!
"Whoosh whoosh!"

Three 4.6×30mm high-speed bullets grazed her arm and entered the expensive mattress with dull thuds.

But she was still a fraction too slow!
At least one bullet grazed the outside of her arm, leaving a trail of blood. She also lost her grip on the strange short blade, which clattered to the ground on the carpet.

Zayed was terrified by the sudden turn of events. He fell heavily onto the bed and then rolled awkwardly onto the carpet, staring in horror at Song Heping bursting into the room and the injured assassin, Dai Li.

Song Heping's attack failed to completely disarm the enemy, and he did not stop.

He ignored Zayed, who was lying on the ground, and kept his gun fixed on Deli, who was rolling around trying to find cover and possibly draw other weapons.

Puff puff!
Several more bursts of fire precisely blocked Deli's path of movement, sending down feathers flying from the mattress and shattering the lamp and decorations on the bedside table.

While subduing Daisy, Song Heping shouted sternly, "Zayed! If you don't want to die, stay still!"

His voice was cold and authoritative, like a shot of adrenaline to the terrified Zayed, or a command that made him instinctively lie tightly on the ground with his hands covering his head.

Just then, intense gunfire and roars erupted from the hallway of the outer living room!

Bang bang bang!
Da da da da——

They were clearly the killers who came up from the fire escape.

These guys have realized what's happening and are approaching the presidential suite.

Presumably, the smoke hadn't cleared, or perhaps out of fear of the previous grenades, so they didn't rush in immediately while firing wildly.

This instantly put Song Heping in a predicament where he was attacked from both sides!

There's a skilled female assassin in the bedroom who hasn't been dealt with yet, and at least seven armed gunmen are about to pour into the hallway outside!

The situation is extremely critical!
Song Heping's eyes were as cold as iron, showing no sign of panic.

Years of battlefield experience had made him accustomed to such desperate situations.

He made a decision without hesitation—clear the room first, then block the door from the outside!

While continuing to suppress Daisy on the bed, preventing her from raising her head or retaliating, he quickly moved to the left, closer to the bedroom door, and glanced outside.

Deli, lying on the bed, had obviously heard the gunshots outside and knew that reinforcements were on their way.

Taking advantage of the brief lull in Song Heping's movement and firing, she suddenly rolled off the other side of the bed, and at the same time, a small, palm-sized pistol appeared in her hand!

But Song Heping's predictions and speed were even faster!

The moment she raised her gun, Song Heping's MP7 roared again.

Puff puff!
Three bullets were fired in a triangular pattern!

One shot knocked the pistol she had just raised away, while the other two pierced her chest and shoulder blades!

Song Heping's training and rapid-fire accuracy and speed are unmatched by any female assassin.

Daisy overestimated her status as a top assassin and underestimated the fighting prowess of the man from Tokyo University in front of her.

If she chooses to hide behind the bed and stall for time, she might still have a sliver of a chance to turn the tide.

Her overconfidence stemmed from her high success rate in assassinations, which ultimately cost her her life.

"Uh!"

Daisy's body jolted violently, and she slammed backward against the wardrobe, her golden dance dress quickly staining red with blood.

Her eyes widened as she stared at Song Heping in disbelief, her body slowly going limp, the light in her eyes quickly fading.

At the same time as he dealt with the immediate threat inside, Song Heping heard the enemy's footsteps approaching the door!

He abruptly ripped an M18 smoke grenade from his tactical vest, pulled out the safety ring, and tossed it into the living room of the suite without even looking at it.

"laugh--"

Thick gray smoke billowed out of the canister instantly and spread rapidly, obstructing the view from the doorway.

Thick smoke instantly filled the entrance to the enormous presidential suite.

"smoke bomb!"

The assassins' shouts of alarm and anger came from outside the door, and their steps faltered.

Perhaps fearing that a grenade might be hidden behind the smoke grenade, they hid outside the presidential suite, leaning against the corridor wall and listening intently, not daring to take another step.

Using the precious few seconds he gained, Song Heping looked around and took a few bottles of spirits from the bar.

I glanced at two of the bottles and they turned out to be vodka, the "water of life," with an alcohol content of 96%.

This stuff is for mixing drinks; drinking it directly can give you an instant feeling of heaven.

He smashed the bottles, leaving the liquid on the thick carpet by the bedroom door, then closed the door, took out a grenade, pulled the bolt, and set a booby trap at the lock.

Then he rushed to Zayed, who was paralyzed with fear, roughly grabbed him, and dragged him to a corner inside the room away from the door and windows.

"Stay here! Head down!"

Song Heping shoved him behind a heavy solid wood dressing table and commanded him in an unquestionable tone.

This position can temporarily avoid direct fire from the entrance.

Zayed was deathly pale, trembling all over, and stammering, "It...it's you?! Song...thank you...they..."

Song Heping had no time to listen to his nonsense.

The smoke is gradually dissipating, and the enemy could rush in at any moment.

Song Heping had no time to listen to Zayed's nonsense.

The smoke outside was thinning, and the assassins' footsteps and whispers became clear again. They were clearly reorganizing their attack or waiting for the smoke to dissipate completely.

The booby trap on the bedroom door can only delay for a moment, and may not even harm an experienced enemy.

"Stay here and don't move!"

Song Heping shouted at Zayed, who was huddled behind the dressing table, again, then turned around and quickly scanned the entire bedroom.

His gaze was fixed on the heavy, luxurious curtains that hung all the way to the ground.

The material is a sturdy blended fabric, and it is spacious enough.

That's it!

Song Heping dashed to the window, grabbed the edge of the curtain, and pulled hard—"Rip!"

He ripped the enormous curtains off the tracks, kicking up a cloud of dust. He quickly drew his multi-tool and began cutting the massive piece of fabric into strips of suitable width.

"What...what are you going to do?!"

Zayed looked at Song Heping's actions and asked in alarm.

A sense of unease, even stronger than when facing a gun, gripped him.

"Make a rope! Shut up if you don't want to become a sieve!"

Song Heping didn't even look up; his movements were incredibly fast.

Zayed instinctively shut up.

He suddenly remembered that the Americans were after this guy.

Why is he wanted?

I used to think Americans were exaggerating.

It seems that the legendary story of this guy was true.

Zayed couldn't help but shudder at the thought that he had been so arrogant towards such a god of death.

Song Heping continued with the work at hand.

The blade sliced ​​through the fabric with a sharp cutting sound. He had mastered the art of knotting military ropes, tying the ends of the strips of cloth into sailor's knots, connecting them one after another.

Soon, two simple "ropes" about ten meters long were completed.

He pulled on it forcefully to test it, and the sturdy fabric and strong knot should be able to withstand a considerable weight.

The materials used in the five-star hotel became crucial to their escape.

"stand up!"

Song Heping slung one of the ropes over his shoulder and used the other to pull the limp Zayed up from the ground. "Let's go to the restroom!"

“Go to the restroom?! That’s a dead end!” Zayed cried out in despair.

"Shut up! Keep up!"

Without giving a chance to explain, Song Heping half-dragged and half-carried Zayed into the large, luxurious bathroom attached to the master bedroom, and then locked the bathroom door from the inside.

This is a relatively solid space, which should provide at least a few more seconds of reaction time.

On the other side of the bathroom is a huge floor-to-ceiling glass window, offering a view of Goa's dazzling nightscape, but also meaning—thirty stories high.

Song Heping walked to the bathtub, where there was a sturdy brass water pipe support that looked robust enough.

He quickly tied one end of the two cloth ropes tightly to the top, made several knots, and tested it again with force.

"No...no...you can't do this!"

Zayed saw Song Heping walk towards the huge floor-to-ceiling window and instantly understood his intention. His face turned deathly pale, and his legs trembled violently. "This is the thirtieth floor! You'll fall to our deaths! You'll definitely fall to our deaths! I'd rather be shot!"

"Being shot is a 100% certain death! Jumping down gives you a chance to survive!"

Song Heping's tone was icy and unwavering. He raised his MP7 and fired at the four corners of the floor-to-ceiling glass!
Clang!

Wow——!
The reinforced glass shattered instantly, and the night wind howled into the bathroom, carrying the chill unique to high altitudes and the distant echoes of the city's hustle and bustle.

Broken glass shards fell like ice crystals.

Zayed peeked down at the toy-like vehicles and tiny lights below, and immediately felt a wave of dizziness and nausea. A warm sensation ran through his crotch, and a foul-smelling liquid flowed down his thigh. He had actually wet himself in fear.

"No! I won't go down! Absolutely not!"

He screamed like a pig being slaughtered, clinging tightly to the marble sink next to him, desperately trying to shrink back.

"I can't help you!"

Song Heping didn't have time to waste with him. He grabbed Zayed and, ignoring his struggles and howls, quickly wrapped a rope around his waist and thighs several times to make a makeshift seat buckle, ensuring he wouldn't fall off.

"Hold on tight to the rope! Don't let go if you don't want to die!"

Song Heping roared at Zayed, who was terrified and pleading incoherently.

"May Buddha protect us! Allah! Jesus Christ! Shiva..."

Zayed closed his eyes and prayed incoherently to every god he could think of, his hands unconsciously gripping the cloth rope in front of his chest so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Song Heping no longer hesitated.

He took a deep breath, grabbed the knot behind Zayed's back with both hands, and using his strength and skill, he shoved the burly man, who weighed 170 or 180 pounds, toward the broken hole in the window!
"Awooo—!!!!!"

Zayed let out a terrifying scream, so shrill it was almost distorted, that it pierced the night sky above Goa.

He felt himself lose weight instantly, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his throat, strong winds whistled past his ears, and the shadow of death had never felt so real. His body felt like a heavy weight, plummeting downwards at high speed!
The cloth rope tightened instantly!

It creaks!

The sound of a door being slammed and a faint explosion came from upstairs—a booby trap had been triggered!
Then came the assassins' screams of shock and anger, followed by even more intense gunfire. The explosion generated a violent shockwave, and the intense heat ignited the strong alcohol on the carpet. The sudden burst of flames burned several assassins, causing them to scream and flee from the living room.

Song Heping didn't have time to check the situation above.

Anyway, these guys have been busy for a while.

After pushing Zayed down, he immediately wrapped another rope around himself and secured it. Then, without hesitation, he flipped over and slid down quickly, alternating his hands!
His descent was far more professional; he used the friction of his legs and feet to control his speed, making his movements agile and stable.

Zayed's screams continued as he hung in mid-air 29 stories away, like a lamb being led to the slaughter, helplessly spinning and swaying in the air.

Urine and other filth dripped down his legs and onto the ground below. He kept his eyes tightly shut, too afraid to look down, clinging frantically to the rope out of sheer survival instinct.

Song Heping quickly slid down to his side and hissed, "Shut up! Do you want to attract everyone's attention?!"

But Zayed was on the verge of collapse and completely unable to control his fear.

Song Heping had no choice but to get Zayed into the 29th floor as soon as possible.

He braced his feet against the smooth glass exterior wall of the 29th-floor guest room, struggling to stabilize their swaying bodies, while simultaneously drawing his Glock pistol and pulling the trigger towards the glass.

Bah!
Bah!
Bah!
The glass has developed cracks.

At that moment, in a guest room on the 29th floor, a European couple, who had been awakened by gunshots and explosions upstairs and were trembling under the bed, were horrified to see their floor-to-ceiling window being violently smashed from the outside. It quickly shattered, and an Indian man wearing a bathrobe, covered in filth and screaming wildly, was shoved through the hole and thrown heavily onto the carpet in their room!

Before they could react, an Asian man wielding a submachine gun nimbly climbed in, his cold gaze sweeping over them.

"what--!"

The woman in the couple let out a scream that was almost as loud as Zayed's.

"If you don't want trouble, keep hiding!"

Song Heping coldly tossed out a sentence in English, without even glancing at them.

He quickly cut the ropes binding Zayed, then roughly pulled the almost completely paralyzed Zayed up again.

"Let's go!" He grabbed Zayed and rushed out of the guest room into the corridor on the 28th floor.

Other guests in the corridor were alerted and peeked out. When they saw the gun in Song Heping's hand and the disheveled Zayed, they were frightened and shrank back. The police were bombarded with calls.

Song Heping knew he had to leave the hotel as soon as possible.

He grabbed the delirious Zayed and rushed toward the fire escape he remembered.

Upstairs behind them came the angry roars and chaotic footsteps of the assassins. They had clearly realized that their target had escaped and were trying to chase him down the stairs or find another way to intercept him.

Another escape and chase unfolds inside the hotel.

Song Heping dragged the almost incapacitated Zayed and ran frantically toward the underground parking lot!
　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)