Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 1157 Double Agent "White Helmets"

"Capture and raid?"

This time, Song Heping and the hunter who had been silent beside him were slightly taken aback.

They knew the mission was not simple, but they didn't expect it to be a dual mission.

This kind of task is much more difficult than a single-objective task!
An arrest means capturing a high-value target alive; a raid means completely destroying a key node, which could be a command center, communications center, or even...

"Yes."

Petrovsky picked up a military tablet from the side, unlocked it skillfully, retrieved a document from an encrypted folder, and handed it to Song Heping. "The target is him—Orwell."

Song Heping took the tablet with a puzzled look, the cold light from the screen reflecting on his face. A detailed personal file came into view:

Public Name: Orwell Green
Known identity: Regional officer of the "Silia Civil Defense Organization" (i.e., the "White Helmets") in Hasakah Province.

Internal codename (CIA): "Prophet"

Internal codename (Mossad): "Kafka"

Real Name (Top Secret): Avi Steinberg**
Nationality/Ethnicity: Israeli (under cover of American citizenship)
……

This was followed by a long list of detailed records about its activities, competency assessments, and known networks of connections.

"Double agent?"

Song Heping's brows furrowed instantly.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

He was very familiar with the "White Helmets" organization.

Henry's previous intelligence regarding the Sierra Civil War repeatedly mentioned this so-called "non-governmental organization" active in the Sierra Civil War.

Using humanitarian aid as a cover, it actually conducts reconnaissance of the Syrian government forces, Iranian-backed armed groups, and Russian military deployments. It is also adept at meticulously planning and "filming" so-called "chemical weapons attack" evidence according to certain instructions, providing a "just" pretext for Western propaganda offensives and military intervention. At the same time, it also serves as a secret channel for the pro-American faction within the Syrian opposition to communicate with the outside world, and much of the funding and instructions flow through this organization.

What made Song Heping's pupils shrink was Orwell's blatant "double agent" identity.

CIA and Mossad?

How could the Russians know so much?

Ah……

The intelligence community is a bottomless pit of water, murky beyond imagination.

“That’s right, Orwell was an extremely dangerous and cunning double agent, or even a triple agent.”

Petrovsky's voice was unusually serious.

"He is currently ostensibly organizing humanitarian aid in Syria, but in reality he is providing funds and weapons to various opposition armed groups, especially HTS and some 'Free Army' groups. The recent international uproar about allegations that the Syrian government used chemical weapons has been thoroughly investigated by us, and we have not found any conclusive evidence of chemical weapons residue at any so-called incident site."

He paused, his tone growing even colder: "But we received top-secret intelligence from higher levels, which has been cross-verified, that Mossad, through clandestine channels, provided Orwell with a batch of genuine chemical weapons raw materials and finished products, which have already been transferred to an extremely well-hidden warehouse in Hasakah province. Their plan is to stage a 'real' chemical weapons attack and then frame the Hafez regime!"

After listening to Petrovsky's account, Song Heping had no doubts whatsoever.

He had dealt with Mossad more than once and knew the organization's style of operation well.

To achieve their strategic goals, framing others and sacrificing civilians is commonplace for them, and they feel no guilt whatsoever.

Just like how they once wiped Nura's peaceful little fishing village off the map without hesitation in order to silence her.

If these chemical weapons in Orwell's possession were actually used, and were "discovered" by the "White Helmets" or Western media at the "just right" moment, the Hafez regime would be unable to defend itself and would fall into an irredeemable moral abyss in the international community.

At that time, even Russia, which has already decided to intervene militarily in the situation in Syria, will face enormous public pressure, its hands and feet will be tied, and it may even be forced to back down.

Only now did Song Heping fully understand why the high-ranking minister, Zhao Yigu, had so readily agreed to his almost "excessive" conditions, promising to open up an unobstructed arms smuggling route from Central Asia to the Middle East.

The price to pay for this should be right here.

The success or failure of this mission involves too many vested interests.

"Alright, now that you've revealed your secrets to me, then..."

Song Heping handed the tablet back to Petrovsky, his gaze calm and resolute.

"I will do everything I can to help you complete this mission."

His tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight.

Then, he slightly raised his finger and pointed it straight at Petrovsky.

“But Major, I must make this clear from the start. Once we enter the Gunai Mountains, all actions must be under my command. Do not question, do not hesitate; my orders are the highest priority. Otherwise, any mishap will be detrimental to everyone present.” “Who do you think you are to command us?! Who do you think you are?!”

The electronic warfare expert "Signal" Lebedev, who was in the same vehicle, finally couldn't hold back and exploded.

In his view, Major Petrovsky was the commander appointed through a rigorous process and was the soul of this SSO team.

How dare a mercenary leader from the East with a complicated background so brazenly demand command?

This is simply the most ridiculous thing in the world!

"Signal!"

Petrovsky turned sharply and sternly stopped his men's discontent.

His mind was exceptionally clear at that moment.

After that in-depth tactical simulation and intelligence exchange, he realized more clearly than anyone else that Song Heping was the key to the complex situation ahead.

It doesn't matter who has command; what matters is who can lead everyone to survive and complete the mission.

"Attention all!"

Without hesitation, Petrovsky grabbed the radio walkie-talkie, connected to the squad's encrypted channel, and issued the order.

"From this moment forward, until the next phase of the mission is clarified, the tactical command of the squad will be temporarily transferred to Mr. Song Heping! His orders are my orders, and everyone must obey unconditionally! Do you understand? Give me a clear answer!"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the radio.

The SSO members in the other two vehicles could hardly believe their ears, looking at each other in bewilderment.

Why let an outsider command these elites who are chosen from among thousands?
Petrovsky had clearly anticipated this reaction. He repeated himself, emphasizing his words and almost shouting, "I'll say it again! From now on, Song will be in charge of squad tactical command! His orders are my orders! Are you all deaf? If you're not mute, give me a reply!"

"……receive."

"receive……"

"……clear."

Finally, the team members began to reply in the channel, their replies filled with confusion but still maintaining discipline.

Song Heping didn't care about this; all he needed was smooth command.

He nodded in satisfaction, said no more, and took out the specially encrypted satellite phone, skillfully dialing a number.

"Old squad leader, where are you now?"

After a few busy tones, the call was connected, and Jiang Feng's slightly worried voice came from the other end.

Song Heping skipped the pleasantries and immediately issued orders at lightning speed: "Jiang Feng, I don't have time to explain anything to you. You and Nasin, immediately lead the 'Sand Fox' squad, fully armed, and secretly cross the Sirian border at top speed to the designated coordinate area in Hasakah Province to await rendezvous. Remember, prepare three extra vehicles; I have 'passengers' here. I'll send you the coordinates later. I don't care what methods you use—infiltration, camouflage, or even a forced breakthrough if necessary—I only want one result: reach the designated location, lie in wait, and await my next instructions!"

Jiang Feng on the other end of the phone clearly understood the urgency and high risk of the mission, his tone grave: "Understood, leave it to me. We'll depart immediately once we receive the coordinates. What time do you need us to arrive?"

"Before dark today," Song Heping replied without the slightest hesitation.

"Before dark?!"

Jiang Feng's tone revealed obvious pressure.

This means setting off immediately and crossing the border during the day.

Crossing the chaotic border region between Syria and Ilig, controlled by various forces, especially the "1515" armed group, in broad daylight increases the risk exponentially.

The consequences of their whereabouts being exposed would be unimaginable.

"Yes, it's difficult, but I don't care what method you use."

Song Heping's tone left no room for argument.

“You’re not a newly enlisted Boy Scout; I don’t need to teach you how to do things. I only care about the result—before dark today, reach the coordinates I gave you, lie in wait, and await my orders. That’s it.”

"Okay, I'll definitely be there on time!" Jiang Feng gave his final reply.

After hanging up the phone, Song Heping quickly retrieved the precise coordinates of Kubai Town and sent them out via an encrypted data link.

Having done all this, he turned his gaze back to the increasingly rugged and desolate horizon rushing past the window, and then said to Petrovsky, "Major, I've done all the arrangements I can. As for whether this game can ultimately be won, that depends on our luck. Whether we can escape depends on how muddy this water becomes."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)