Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 183 Vincent's Adventure Plan
Standing behind the cook was Vincent.

The cook just sat there and said something bad, which was overheard by Vincent who happened to walk out of the tent. Raul died today, and Vincent was in a terrible mood. When he heard the cook say that the tent was like a mourning hall, he couldn't help it. Blood rushed to his forehead and he kicked the cook's chair, knocking him to the ground.

The chef had a fiery temper. When he got angry, he didn't care who you were. He stood up and punched Vincent in the face.

The cook had been in prison for several years and often got into fights while in prison, but those were the fighting styles of street thugs, far inferior to those of Vincent, a US Navy SEAL who had received extremely rigorous training.

Vincent tilted his head, lowered his body, and clenched his right fist to gather strength. After the chef's punch missed, he threw a right hook, hitting the chef's left jaw directly.

With just one punch, the cook fell backwards and fainted instantly.

After delivering a punch, Vincent pulled out his pistol in a flash, loaded the gun, and pointed it directly at the cook who was already lying down.

Gray Wolf and the others standing on the cook's side were in a daze and didn't react at all.

After all, I didn't expect Vincent to have such a bad temper. He actually killed someone with his first move and even pulled out a gun!

Raul is Vincent's good brother. He has been with him for four years and has been through thick and thin together. It is no exaggeration to say that they are friends who would die for each other.

He suffered such a great loss today, with his life lost and the "hunter" not found. He was so shocked that he had almost lost his mind and didn't care about the consequences at all.

And these are not regular US troops, they are just mercenaries.

In the eyes of the regular army, mercenaries are not worthy of the law at all, so Vincent did not consider the consequences at all and wanted to kill the cook directly.

Just as everyone was stunned, a hand reached out from the side and grabbed Vincent's pistol.

The grip was extremely precise, one finger was stuck in the trigger guard and placed behind the trigger, with the palm of the hand firmly holding the slide. Vincent tried to pull the trigger but failed.

This move alone shocked Vincent.

He is an expert, and the strength in this hand is extraordinary.

Vincent turned around and saw Song Heping.

Song Heping said coldly: "Captain Vincent, you don't want to kill anyone, do you?"

After saying that, his eyes moved slightly downwards.

Vincent followed Song Heping's gaze and looked down, only to see that Song Heping had already pulled out a pistol with his other hand, pointing the muzzle at Vincent.

Vincent broke out in a cold sweat.

His shock was indescribable.

After all, I am an old Navy SEAL.

The other party was able to grab his gun to stop him from shooting and at the same time draw his gun and aim at him in an instant.

If he hadn't shown mercy, I would have been lying on the ground and gone to see God.

At this moment, he suddenly realized that the young Chinese man in front of him was not simple.

Mist rushed out of the tent with other SEALs, weapons in their hands, all aimed at Song Heping's head.

The "Musician" defense team members who reacted also drew their pistols and pointed them at the SEALs.

The scene froze and the air solidified.

Everyone can hear their own heartbeat.

Vice Captain Mist, considered the calmest of the SEALs, whispered, "Don't you want to live anymore? There's no need, right?"

Song Heping replied: "It's not necessary. Ask Captain Vincent if it's necessary. He's the one who wants to cause trouble."

Mist knew he was in the wrong and turned slightly to Vincent: "Boss, I think we should just let it go."

Vincent was actually already terrified, but he remained firm: "That Russian guy was just mocking Raul."

Song Heping sneered, "Damn it, you already knocked him out, what else do you want? Besides, he didn't say anything, right, Captain Vincent. If you want to die, I'll accompany you. Otherwise, think about your wife and children. I'm a single man, it doesn't matter, I'll go with you."

Song Heping always speaks in a calm tone.

But the sharpness revealed in his words was as intimidating as a sharp blade.

Vincent felt the murderous intent.

He has been living in the midst of gunfire and bullets for many years, and he can tell at a glance who is threatening and who is serious.

People like Song Heping can tell that this guy is serious just by looking at him.

But he couldn't get off the stage.

After all, he is a squad leader of the Navy SEALs.

Fortunately, Mist was quite tactful. He knew his boss and his temper, so he said, "Captain, you've knocked him out. We didn't lose out."

Vincent then opened his palm and pulled his finger away from the trigger.

Song Heping let go of his hand.

"Let's just let this matter pass, what do you think?" Mist asked Song Heping.

Song Heping nodded: "Okay, but Vincent has to apologize to my friend."

Mist laughed and said, "Are you crazy? You want a SEAL team leader to apologize to you mercenaries?"

Song Heping said, "You seals have dignity, but we mercenaries don't, right? The cook fainted, so what's wrong with you apologizing?"

Mist heard the threat.

He looked at Vincent.

Vincent looked at Song Heping again.

Song Heping had not put away his gun yet, it was still held at his waist, the black muzzle facing forward, aimed at him.

This is a typical reaction shooting action.

At such a close distance, the accuracy is definitely no problem.

Vincent thought about it again and again, and finally said in a muffled voice: "SORRY!"

Only then did Song Heping put away his gun.

The tense atmosphere finally eased.

The other SEALs surrounded Vincent and entered the tent, while the other members of the "Musician" team went to help the unconscious cook.

Mist didn't leave.

He looked at Song Heping, sizing him up several times before saying, "Master...was he from some special forces unit?" Song Heping replied, "I was a pig farmer."

Mist was stunned for a moment, then blurted out, "What?"

Song Heping repeated: "PLA breeders, they raise pigs, and sometimes they kill pigs."

Mist remained bewildered for a moment, then suddenly laughed: "Are all Chinese people so dishonest?"

Song Heping retorted, "Are all Americans so arrogant?"

Mist was speechless.

Song Heping continued: "If your captain had listened to me today, Manchester would not have died."

Mist remained speechless.

Because Song Heping was telling the truth.

If Vincent had reacted a little faster today, Manchester might not have died.

He suddenly became interested: "How did you know there were snipers?"

Song Heping said, "If you were Death's teammate, would you have left his modified SVD at the scene? The person your men killed was probably just another sniper, not him. He's more powerful than this sniper."

Mist was slightly startled.

He couldn't help but look at Song Heping with a different look.

I thought to myself that this Chinese person should not be underestimated.

It seems that there is a reason why their superiors asked them to come and assist.

In the past, the SEALs had never thought about cooperating with mercenaries.

But at this moment, an idea suddenly came to Mist, whether he could consider cooperating with these mercenaries.

"Indeed, we were negligent."

Song Heping asked, "Can I take a look at that SVD?"

Mist hesitated for a moment, then nodded: "Follow me."

He led the way in front, and Song Heping followed.

The two men came to a nearby parking lot, and Mist opened the rear end of a Hummer, took out a ball of cloth-wrapped stuff from inside, placed it on the floor and opened it.

Inside was an SVD sniper rifle.

Song Heping picked it up and felt it, then looked it over carefully from beginning to end. He then removed the magazine, took out a bullet from it, and held it in his hand to examine it.

Mist said: "The hand-reloaded bullets are not 7N1 special bullets, but a custom bullet, which is very impressive."

Song Heping tossed the bullet in his hand and said, "The propellant and charge inside have changed, so the range has increased a lot."

He flicked the barrel. "Such a thick barrel, with improved stability, and it's competition grade. This guy is not only proficient in sniping, but also knows how to modify guns. He's quite demanding."

Mist sighed and said, "To be honest, this is the first time I've encountered such a crazy opponent."

Song Heping thought to himself, I have seen this kind of person, but fortunately he is not an enemy.

He said, "How are you going to catch him?"

Mist hesitated.

Song Heping said: "I'm not your enemy, are you afraid to tell me?"

Mist seemed to have made a choice. "We discussed it on the way back. There's no way we're going to catch that bastard using the same tactics we're using today. It'll only cost us more lives. Vincent and I discussed it on the way back, and we're going to change our tactics and head into the city tonight."

"tonight?"

Song Heping was slightly surprised after hearing this.

But he soon realized Vincent's tactics.

If we set out with the team in the morning and continue to clear the area step by step, it would be like giving away our target in front of a master like the Mosul Death God.

It doesn't work at all.

Because the defending side has the initiative in sniping, the attacking side has to constantly change the sniping position, and will sooner or later expose itself.

The defenders only need to ambush in one place in advance and wait for the seals to take the bait.

Raul’s death today is the best example.

Enter the city at night, find a building near tomorrow's advance route to ambush, infer the possible location of the Mosul Reaper, and be prepared to wait and see. Once the large US military force advances tomorrow, the other side will definitely not be able to help but open fire. Once the shooting is opened, the Navy SEALs will be able to take the initiative.

This tactical plan sounds good, but it also carries great risks.

If a single team enters the city at night, it is equivalent to going deep into the city alone, and there is no telling whether they will encounter militants.

If discovered, it would be easy to be surrounded.

There will be big trouble then.

But Vincent obviously thought carefully before doing this.

"Do you need our assistance?"

Song Heping asked Mist.

Mist shook his head. "Forget it. Don't say our boss won't agree. Given the situation tonight, I'm also afraid you guys will shoot me from behind."

This time it was Song Heping's turn to laugh. "We have professional ethics. Of course, I also know that you won't agree with us going into the city together, and I don't intend to take the risk with you. Although your night vision equipment is very advanced and much better than the militants in the city, I think you still underestimated that Death Sniper."

Mist frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"

Song Heping gave the answer without hesitation: "Because I think he has thought of your plan, so I don't think you will win."

Mist's expression turned a little ugly: "It sounds like you are more professional than us?"

Song Heping raised the SVD in his hand and said, "If your captain agrees to give me this gun, I will design a battle plan for you. The success rate will be very high, very high. Maybe I can help you eradicate the Hunter Organization."

Mist thought for a long time, and finally grabbed the SVD sniper rifle: "Don't try to trick us! Are you trying to steal our gun? This is what Raul paid for with his life!"

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