Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1105 Teaching a Hunter How to Be an Assassin

"Okay, let me see the intelligence you've gathered these past few days first."

Song Heping did not blame the hunter.

He wanted to see what difficulties the hunter had encountered.

After a brief silence on the encrypted communication line, the data packet transmitted by the hunter was received completely.

Song Heping entered complex decryption commands on his terminal, and the progress bar slowly climbed.

Thirty minutes later, the file decryption was complete. Song Heping opened the folder and calmly began browsing.

The hunter sent over the culmination of his team's reconnaissance over several days in Goa, the details of which were astonishing.

It includes Narendra's daily itinerary accurate to the minute, traffic flow analysis reports for three fixed routes, and the license plate number and model identification of each vehicle in the fleet.

There were even close-up shots of the bodyguards' faces captured using a telephoto lens, along with preliminary guesses about their identities; and the changing patterns of the convoy formation on different road sections.

What's even more professional is that it contains an assessment report on the tactical configuration of the bodyguard team: the standard distance between the lead vehicle and the main vehicle, the standard procedures for handling intersections, the weapon configuration of the guards at the front and rear of the convoy, and several standard contingency plans for dealing with emergencies.

It's clear that the hunter and his team haven't been idle these past few days; they've put in a lot of effort, using almost battlefield reconnaissance methods to thoroughly uncover Narendra's daily life.

Song Heping carefully flipped through the pages, his fingers occasionally sliding across the touchpad to zoom in on certain detailed images.

His expression remained calm until his gaze fell on one of the pages of the report.

It was an investigation report about the company responsible for security in Narendra. The company's name was clearly printed in the header—Gurkha Security Solutions.

Song Heping's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and he sat up a little straighter.

He had heard of this company.

This is no small local security team, but one of the top and most expensive private security contractors in White Elephant Country, whose reputation and strength are even among the best in Asia.

Although Song Heping's "Musician" defense company's main business is military contracting and combat missions, it also occasionally undertakes some high-risk private security and VIP protection projects.

Therefore, in a sense, we are practically colleagues.

Because they were in the same industry, Song Heping was even more aware of Gurkha Company's background and significance. This company was quite powerful, and its employees were mainly recruited from Nepalese Gurkha veterans known for their bravery, loyalty, and fearlessness.

The most core and exorbitantly priced department within Gurkha is its "VIP Protection Department."

The core members and instructors of this department are not Gurkhas, but rather a large number of agents who have retired from a very special department in the White Elephant Kingdom—the SPG.

SPG stands for Special Protection Group. This organization holds an extraordinary position within the Kingdom of White Elephant. It is directly under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of the Interior of the Central Government, and its sole mission is to provide round-the-clock, all-around close security services for the head of state, head of government, and their immediate family members of the Kingdom of White Elephant.

Its nature is similar to the U.S. Secret Service (USSS) or the Federal Security Service (FSO) of the United States; it is a national-level shield and sword.

Agents who make it into the SPG are all elites selected from thousands, with background checks so rigorous they're almost obsessive, and who have undergone the world's most demanding and advanced VIP protection training. They are masters of risk assessment, route planning, counter-sniping, counter-surveillance, counter-assault, first aid, and even cryptography—truly human fortresses.

Now, the fact that Narendra can actually enlist the protection of Gurkha's elite forces, primarily composed of retired SPG agents, speaks volumes—

First, this guy values ​​his life and is extremely wealthy.

Secondly, he felt a deadly threat in the all-out war with Zayed, especially after the failed assassination attempt on Zayed. He foresaw a furious retaliation and therefore spared no expense in putting on the hardest turtle shell for himself.

When Song Heping saw that his opponent was Gurkha Company, an agent with an SPG background, he didn't feel troubled at all; instead, a smile appeared on his lips.

Only by defeating powerful opponents can we prove our worth and make the "Musician" defense company's reputation even greater.

He calmed down again and quickly integrated, deduced, and reviewed all the information provided by the hunter, especially the information about the convoy's travel patterns, the security personnel's behavior and habits, and the details of the route and environment.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The only sound in the command post was the occasional tapping of Song Heping's keyboard as he recorded key points.

Outside the window, the sky was beginning to lighten.

Finally, after thoroughly digesting all the information, a clear, bold, and highly actionable plan took shape in his mind.

He picked up the encrypted satellite phone and reconnected with the hunter in Goa.

"Boss, do you have a plan?"

The hunter's voice, tinged with barely perceptible embarrassment and urgency, came from the other end of the phone.

No wonder.

As one of the company's top snipers, having carried out countless decapitation and long-range sniping missions, he was now stuck on a seemingly simple assassination mission and needed to ask his boss, thousands of kilometers away, for help. This was indeed a bit embarrassing for him. "I have a plan."

Song Heping spoke calmly, without mocking the hunter's professional skills.

He understood the hunter's predicament.

The Hunter is a typical field sniper, skilled at hunting high-value targets in complex battlefield environments, and adept at using terrain, vegetation, and long-range shots to eliminate enemies.

This mission, with its target huddled in a bustling city center under heavy guard, resembled an assassin's operation requiring extreme patience and meticulous planning, or an attempt to infiltrate and break through a top-tier security system.

Hunter is an outlaw paratrooper, so it's not surprising that he lacks specialized training and experience in this area.

Song Heping first analyzed the quality of the opponent for the hunter: "The company responsible for Narendra's security is Gurkha from the White Elephant Kingdom. The personnel dispatched this time are estimated to be elites from their top VIP protection department. Most of these people are retired agents from the SPG."

He paused briefly, allowing the hunter to process the information, before continuing, "SPG has received joint training and exchanges with top agencies such as the British SAS, the US Secret Service, and even Israel's Shin Bet. Their VIP protection procedures and crisis response plans are a uniquely Chinese version that incorporates mainstream global practices. It's normal that you can't find any obvious flaws. They play by the rules, by procedures, and by muscle memory."

The question is, how do we break this deadlock?

The hunter's tone carried a hint of complaint and helplessness, as if he were dealing with a turtle that had retreated into its shell, with nowhere to bite.

“If I knew which car he was in and could see him, I would be more than 90% certain that I could shoot him to meet their Shiva from 800 meters away. But now they always travel in several cars, and they always get into the underground parking lot. They completely clear the area before getting in, so no stranger, not even a fly, can get in. I can't see which car this guy is hiding in at all, so I have no way to make a move…”

"Have you tried to break into the building where Narendra's company is located, or cut in from the outside and steal the surveillance footage from inside his parking lot?"

Song Heping proposed a technical approach.

The hunter immediately sighed, "Of course I've tried! But..."

"But what?" Song Heping pressed.

"The security in that building has been so tight lately, it's impossible to get in! Let alone steal their surveillance footage..."

The hunter's tone was full of frustration.

“But we’ve heard some bits and pieces of information through other channels, saying that Narendra always rides in different vehicles in these convoys whenever she goes out, and sometimes she even rides in the lead car…”

"The lead car?"

Upon hearing this, Song Heping's eyes lit up slightly.

This is kind of interesting.

According to globally accepted VIP protection guidelines, almost no VIP will sit in the lead car.

When ambushed, attackers often target the lead and last vehicles first in order to block the convoy and prevent it from moving.

Sitting in the lead vehicle undoubtedly offers the lowest level of safety.

But a team with an SPG background wouldn't dare to make such an arrangement without careful consideration.

Song Heping quickly reviewed the information on the three routes provided by the hunter in his mind.

All three routes are main roads in Goa city. The roads are wide, with heavy traffic. There are not many tall buildings on both sides, but there are many shops. The traffic situation is complex but not difficult to manage.

In this environment, it is extremely difficult to instantly disable the vehicles at the front and rear by setting up large roadblocks or using powerful IEDs. The convoy has enough space and time to react and break through.

SPG may have taken advantage of this environment by going against the grain and using a seemingly risky but actually controllable method to increase the difficulty for the other party to determine the VIP's location.

“Yes,” the hunter confirmed. “That’s why I’m completely lost. Their cars are highly armored, but I’ve thought of a way to deal with them. I just need to be absolutely certain which car Narendra is in before I can make my move. Otherwise, I’ll alert them and we’ll have even less of a chance later.”

Song Heping stopped beating around the bush and got straight to the point: "Hunter, you mainly received field sniping and long-range hunting training in the French Foreign Legion. You didn't systematically learn about homing protection and counter-attack techniques, right?"

"no!"

The hunter answered bluntly, "Back then, we learned how to silently eliminate targets from hundreds or thousands of meters away, or how to guide artillery fire. Protecting people? That's the job of the military police and the Secret Service."

"now it's right."

Song Heping’s tone was like that of a patient instructor: “The VIP protection teams of every country, no matter where they come from or what their training background is, have a common characteristic, or rather, a professional instinct that is deeply rooted in their bones. This instinct, once it is triggered by some external techniques, can show up like a litmus test, allowing you to clearly determine which car is carrying the real VIP.”

"Boss, stop teasing me."

The hunter seemed impatient; time was of the essence, and every minute counted. "Just tell me already! How exactly do I try?"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)