Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 210 Old Friend

"What are those big-headed ghosts up there thinking? They want me to go to Golden Crescent with a mercenary? Are they crazy?! I'm not a nanny..."

Mist walked towards the C-17 transport plane, carrying his large backpack and cursing.

Lieutenant Colonel Rogli, the commander of the Iraqi Navy SEALs, was in charge of escorting him. He couldn't understand why a mercenary was sent to play the leading role in such a dangerous mission to Afghanistan, while his own top fighters were said to be responsible for the mercenary's safety...

But he was a soldier, so he had to obey orders.

General Peter gave him the task of selecting one of his most elite men and sending him to Afghanistan to carry out an escort mission.

The escort target is a mercenary.

As for what the mission was, it was not mentioned.

Who was the escort? He didn't say.

Among Rogers' men, Mist is currently the most capable fighter.

He is experienced and has served in the Marine Corps' High Reconnaissance Company. He passed the selection and joined the Navy SEALs two years ago.

Mist is an excellent professional soldier.

Dedicated and upright, he regards the army as his home and is truly a model worker of the new era.

If there is any shortcoming, it is that he is a bit lustful and often cannot control his lower body.

When the selection process to join the Navy SEALs was so hard and difficult that he couldn't even get enough sleep, he actually slept with everyone from the waitress to the proprietress of a bar called "Heat" next to the base.

When the affair was exposed, several women got into a fight over their affections. Several local men drinking there, out of disdain for Mist's promiscuity and jealousy of the fact that some people dieted to lose weight while others starved to death, broke out in the bar, leaving everyone in the throes of chaos.

This incident almost ruined Mist's career in the Navy SEALs.

In view of this guy's romantic deeds, everyone gave him a very literary nickname - "Big Stud".

Such a promiscuous guy has never had a single accidental affair. He has no wife, no children, and not even many relatives to contact.

He was really naked. When he died, he was just dragged into the cemetery and buried without anyone caring about him.

Besides that, he was a bit of a cross-service eccentric. His intention in joining the army was pure, just for fun.

From the first day of joining the army, he set his sights on special forces and vowed to try out all of them.

Of course, this goal is somewhat unrealistic.

But that didn't stop him from doing so.

This is also what makes Rutgers most annoyed.

"What are you arguing about?! Who told you to apply to join Delta Force? Who told you to show off? Aren't you awesome? Then why are you being sent on the most dangerous mission? Isn't this a test for you?!"

Rogers almost spoke disparagingly of Mist.

The reason was that this guy had only been working for him for less than two years, but he had already submitted an application to go to the Delta.

Although Delta is a T1 in the US military's special operations system, the Navy SEALs are not bad either. Why can't he serve under his own command with peace of mind?
Mist, of course, knew why Rogers was angry. He smiled and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, you know me. I don't have any objections to you personally. I just like to try my hand at various units. Don't get angry. When I get back, I'll take you to a bar in the Green Zone for a drink and a striptease. It's my treat."

Rogers snorted, "Don't give me that, big stud! If you were willing to serve in a unit properly, you wouldn't still be a second lieutenant. You're already over 30, and you don't even consider a promotion? What's the point of risking your life like this?"

As Mist walked toward the tarmac, he said, "Some birds are not meant to be caged. Every feather of theirs sparkles with the glory of freedom. Lieutenant Colonel, a family man like you will never understand me."

Here, he quoted a classic line from "The Shawshank Redemption" to explain his behavior.

"Get lost! Stop showing off in front of me!"

As the two were talking, they arrived at the tarmac and found that the rear cabin door of the C-17 was already open.

Rogers stopped and said solemnly to Mist: "Big stud, come back alive."

"YES SIR!" Mist stood at attention and saluted slowly. "Don't worry, Lieutenant Colonel. I won't go to hell owing you a striptease show. Hahahaha!"

Mist is this kind of weirdo who can turn solemn scenes into greasy and funny anytime and anywhere.

"roll!"

Rogers roared and raised his leg to kick Mist.

Mist had been prepared for this. He jumped a few meters away and got on the transport plane with his backpack on his back.

The cabin was busy.

The plane was not specifically designed to transport two people, but was transferring some supplies from the landing point at the Kuwaiti port to Afghanistan.

It was time to take off, and the ground staff and crew were constantly loading cargo into the cabin and securing the cargo bases.

Mist walked past the busy figures and went deeper into the cabin.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure sitting in the seat on the right side of the cabin.

"FUCK!"

He exploded.

"Yo yo yo! Who do I see? This is?"

He grinned, his eyes gradually brightening.

"Song!"

He walked quickly forward, threw down his backpack, and opened his arms.

"Why is it you?" "Why is it you?"

Both of them were surprised.

Song Heping looked up and saw Mist, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled too.

He stood up and hugged Mist.

This is not pretentious.

After all, the two of them had experienced life and death together in Mosul, and their friendship was worth life.

"and many more!"

Mist suddenly remembered something.

"Are you going to Afghanistan?"

"Correct."

Song Heping suddenly realized something.

"Are you going to Afghanistan too?"

"Are you the mercenary?" Mist said, quickly adding, "The mercenary who went on the Golden Crescent mission?"

"Are you the elite US Special Forces soldier who pretends to be my bodyguard?"

Song Heping said in surprise.

"That's right!" Mist opened his arms, looked around exaggeratedly, and shouted loudly, "In Yiligo, besides me, Mist, is there anyone more suitable than me to be called 'elite'?"

Song Heping burst into laughter at Mist's amusement.

This is an interesting guy.

He is one of the few guys that Song Heping can still have fun with.

In Song Heping's opinion, he naturally feels a sense of alienation towards Americans and simply doesn't like them.

Except for this one in front of me.

"Lao Mi, you are really shameless."

Mist threw his backpack carelessly on the floor and sat next to Song Heping.

"I was just cursing on the road, wondering which blind executive asked me to be a bodyguard for a mercenary. I didn't expect it to be you!"

After a pause, the conversation changed.

"By the way, how did they find you?"

"Don't you know what you are going to do in Afghanistan?" Song Heping asked.

Mist shook his head. "I don't know. My superiors were very secretive when they gave me the mission. I asked, and Lieutenant Colonel Rogers said he didn't know. He only knew that the destination was Golden Crescent."

"Yeah." Song Heping said, "I know more than you. This time we went to Golden Crescent as an undercover operation. Actually, it was to guide the airstrike and kill a few target people."

As he spoke, he was muttering in his heart, it seemed that Mist also knew nothing. He didn't even know that one of the targets he was going to kill was a CIA black team agent.

But Song Heping did not intend to reveal this information.

During those days, he had already reached an agreement with Avanti in Persia, and even went to the Sarha Plateau near the Golden Crescent region in Persia to conduct some reconnaissance.

With the assistance of the Special Brigade of the Persian Revolutionary Guard, Song Heping collected a lot of local information and did his homework.

After the mission is completed, it is unrealistic to retreat back to Pakistan or directly back to the US military defense zone in Afghanistan.

When encountering danger, taking the Persian route is the easiest way to escape.

Avanti promised to send an elite special forces unit to meet at the Sarhad Plateau, and to use air and helicopter forces.

As for how to explain all this when the time comes, Song Heping had already made arrangements.

"Go deep into the Golden Crescent region? Lead an airstrike?" Mist's face was filled with excitement. "Is this exciting?"

Song Heping smiled and said, "Yeah, it's very exciting."

I thought to myself, "It would be more exciting if you knew that one of the guys you're going to take out is a CIA black team agent."

It’s hard to say what consequences this will have in the future.

But what does it matter?

I am dealing with the military, not an intelligence agency like the CIA.

Just kill their agents!
I was even dragged into a secret warehouse by Simon and his bastards and tormented there the entire night.

Take this opportunity to get revenge!

Who cares if he's a black group agent?

Kill him first.

　The reason I stopped updating yesterday was that I had to cook for a family gathering. After I finished cleaning up, I wrote a chapter and found that I was not satisfied with it. I also didn't want to fool the readers with watered-down writing, so I deleted it and started writing again this morning. I have to be responsible for my novel.

　　I will try to update four times today to make up for yesterday's loss. Thank you all for your continued support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)