Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1099: Fighting the Blood Road

Song Heping dragged the nearly mentally broken prince out of the guest room like a dead dog and into the corridor on the 28th floor.

The corridor was in chaos. Guests who heard the gunshots and explosions peered out in fear. When they saw the MP7 submachine gun in Song Heping's hand, still smelling of gunpowder, and Zayed, who was covered in dirt and looked utterly distraught, they shrank back into their rooms like startled rabbits. Then came the sounds of doors locking and suppressed screams.

The hotel alarm blared shrilly, adding to the chaos.

"Oh shit!"

Song Heping cursed under his breath, knowing that his whereabouts had been completely exposed.

His hearing was exceptional; he could clearly hear the rapid, heavy footsteps approaching from the stairwell upstairs! The assassins realized what was happening!

"Get up! Run if you want to live!"

Song Heping growled at Zayed, who was as limp as mud, and pinched his arm hard at the same time.

The excruciating pain seemed to stimulate a nerve in Zayed. He regained his senses slightly, and looking into Song Heping's cold and unquestionable eyes, his will to survive finally overcame his fear, and he tried to take a step with trembling legs.

"Go this way!"

Song Heping determined the direction and pulled Zayed towards the fire escape he remembered.

I had only run a dozen meters when the fire door of the stairwell behind me was slammed open with a bang!

"There they are! Kill them!"

A rough roar rang out, followed by a barrage of gunshots!

Bang bang bang!
Da da da!
Bullets whistled through the corridor, striking the walls, paintings, and ceiling, sending pebbles and dust raining down.

Song Heping reacted with lightning speed. The instant he heard the door open, he shoved Zayed into a recessed area next to a food cart, and at the same time, he used the momentum to roll to the side, his MP7 instantly spitting out deadly flames!
Puff puff puff!

A precise short burst of fire sent bullets spraying out in a fan shape, suppressing the two gunmen who had just rushed out of the stairwell. They were forced to turn back in panic, and the bullets sparked as they hit the metal panel of the fire door.

"go!"

Song Heping leaped up and continued charging forward.

Zayed scrambled to catch up.

More assassins poured out of the stairwell, and the firepower suddenly intensified.

Bullets followed the two of them, shattering the ornate corridor with shards of glass and leaving it riddled with holes.

In Song Heping's hands, the MP7 was like the Grim Reaper's scythe. Every short burst was extremely tricky, either forcing the opponent to cower or directly taking down the unlucky guy who rushed too fast.

His movements were erratic, shifting left and right, making full use of every possible cover in the corridor—dining carts, decorative pillars, even overturned tables and chairs—his movements were so fast that he left only a blurry shadow.

These assassins, though top-tier, were simply not in the same league as Song Heping.

Zayed followed behind him, watching this man from Dongda clear a path for him in an inhuman way of fighting. The precise, efficient, and ruthless aesthetics of killing shocked and even terrified him from the bottom of his heart. His previous royal arrogance had long been thrown to the winds, leaving only the relief of surviving a disaster and a trace of inexplicable awe.

He was now absolutely certain that the Americans had a reason for wanting this guy!

"Fire escape!"

Song Heping shouted, kicked open the fire door next to him, stuffed Zayed inside first, and then threw the last smoke grenade in the direction of the pursuers.

"laugh--"

Thick smoke billowed again, temporarily blocking the enemy's line of sight and firing routes.

Song Heping slipped into the fire escape and locked it behind him.

"Go downstairs! To the parking lot!"

He gave the order to Zayed, who was slumped on the stair landing, panting, his tone leaving no room for argument.

The two ran frantically down the stairs.

Zayed was actually quite physically fit, but the continuous mental shock and fright made his legs weak, and he almost tumbled down the stairs several times, but Song Heping caught him in time.

The assassins above quickly burst through the fire door, bullets hitting the concrete stairs and scattering countless fragments.

Without turning his head, Song Heping relied on sound to pinpoint the location of the enemy. Occasionally, he would suddenly stop, stick out his gun barrel, and fire a few shots blindly upwards. Each time, he would elicit a gasp and a brief pause from the enemy, perfectly slowing down the pursuers.

After descending countless floors, Song Heping abruptly stopped, grabbing Zayed's arm. "We're here! B2! Get out!"

He carefully pushed open the fire door. Outside was a dimly lit and quiet underground parking lot, filled with the smell of gasoline and dust.

Compared to the gunfire raging upstairs, this place seemed safe for the time being.

But Song Heping did not relax in the slightest.

He gestured for Zayed to be quiet, then stepped forward first, quickly scanning his surroundings.

The parking lot was very large and filled with all kinds of vehicles, severely obstructing the view.

"Where's your car?"

Song Heping asked in a low voice, because his car was parked outside the hotel, and it was no longer possible to rush across the street to get it.

“Over there…the VIP area…” Zayed pointed in a direction, panting heavily.

"go!"

Song Heping protected him, moving quickly along the shadows between the vehicles.

Just as they were about to approach Zayed's conspicuous bulletproof Mercedes, another unexpected event occurred!
Boom!

Two gunshots rang out from the side, and the bullets hit the windshield of a car next to them, shattering it instantly!
There's an ambush!

The assassins had clearly anticipated that they might come to the parking lot and had arranged for men to come in advance!

Song Heping reacted extremely quickly, shoving Zayed to the ground and simultaneously opening fire with his MP7 at the location where the gunfire was flashing!
Puff puff puff!

The bullet swept across, followed by a muffled groan and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.

But then bullets came from another direction!

Firepower came from multiple directions!
"Hold!"

Song Heping cursed and dragged Zayed behind a row of heavy SUVs.

Bullets clattered against the car, leaving dents.

The enemy has considerable firepower and excellent coordination; they are attempting to encircle us.

"Mr. Song... what should we do?"

Zayed's voice trembled; he was completely at a loss, and unconsciously began to use honorifics when addressing Song Heping.

Song Heping did not answer, quickly changing the magazine and coldly surveying his surroundings. He heard at least three different gunshots coming from different sources.

We can't be trapped here!
He saw a sturdy-looking Toyota Land Cruiser in the distance.

A thought flashed through his mind, and he had an idea.

"cover me!"

He shoved his Glock 17 pistol into Zayed's hand.

Although we don't expect this scaredy-cat to be of any use, he can at least draw some fire.

After saying that, he suddenly leaned out from behind the car and fired most of the magazine of his MP7 at a gunman in the general direction, suppressing the man so that he dared not look up.

At the same time, Zayed wisely extended his gun and randomly pulled the trigger towards the approximate location of the other party.

Although it's not very accurate, it can still draw some fire.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Song Heping darted out like a cheetah, and with a few rolls, he reached the door of the Land Cruiser's cockpit.

He raised his MP7 submachine gun, pressed it against the car window, and pulled the trigger!
bang bang——

Wow!

The glass shattered.

He reached in, opened the car door, crawled inside, quickly tore off the trim panel below the steering wheel, found the wiring, and skillfully started the engine!
Om-!
The V8 engine let out a low growl and started successfully!

The whole process was lightning fast, taking no more than ten seconds!

The assassins were clearly taken aback by this move and were stunned for a moment.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Song Heping had already shifted into reverse and slammed on the gas!
The Land Cruiser roared backward, then with a violent drift, it came to a stop next to the vehicle where Zayed was hiding!
"boarding!"

Song Heping pushed open the car door and shouted at Zayed.

Zayed scrambled over and crawled into the passenger seat.

Bang bang bang!
Bullets rained down on the Land Cruiser's body and windows, but the vehicle was tough enough to withstand the impact for the time being.

Song Heping floored the accelerator, the car tires screeching as they screeched against the pavement, and it sped toward the parking lot exit like a wild horse!
The assassins behind him fired wildly, but it was too late to stop them.

A black sedan suddenly sped out of the parking space, attempting to intercept!

Song Heping's eyes turned cold. Instead of slowing down, he suddenly swerved the steering wheel, and the Land Cruiser's massive body slammed into the side door of the black sedan like a bull!

boom!
A tremendous crash was heard!

The black sedan was spun and slid away after the impact, the door was deeply dented, and the engine stalled completely.

The Land Cruiser only had some deformation at the front, and its performance was not affected at all.

Without even looking at the result, Song Heping steered the car in a drift, straightened the front of the car, and rushed up the exit ramp. The blinding sunlight instantly flooded into the car.

They rushed out of the hotel parking lot and merged into the noisy and busy traffic of Goa's streets.

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)