Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 303 Killer

Song Heping was intercepted and searched by the military in the port of Assab, and the news that he was safe and sound finally reached Irigo.

Simon, the CIA station chief, was naturally furious again.

He couldn't understand why, with the capabilities of the CIA, they couldn't even kill an arms dealer.

What is even more bizarre is that, apart from the Somali pirates being killed by Song Heping, there was no SA-9 missile launch system on the "Mantianxing".

This is the most surprising part.

After ISA passed the news to the US military headquarters in Iraq, Peter couldn't help but ask the people around him after reading the message: "Are you sure there are no SA-9 missile systems on the ship?"

"Confirmed." The subordinate gave a very affirmative answer: "After inspecting Song Heping's three containers, the military sent people to monitor the unloading of the 'Mantianxing' and inspected all the boxes, but found nothing."

Peter's eyes lit up, and a smile played on his lips. He sat there and shook his head: "This Song is really interesting... Strange, where did these three SA-9s go?"

Just as several intelligence agencies were speculating about the whereabouts of Song Heping's three SA-9 missiles, Song Heping just walked into a hotel room in Asmara, the capital of Eritrea.

After checking the entire room and locking the door, Song sat on the sofa, took out his satellite phone and sent a text message to Ferrari: "I have arrived safely, everything is normal."

Not long after, Ferrari sent back a message: "Understood."

Song Heping turned around and took out a new phone from his backpack, put a SIM card in it, and turned it on.

Soon, the phone entered the system.

Song Heping checked the signal and put it on the bedside table.

He looked at his watch, took out the hamburger and mineral water he had just bought downstairs from his backpack, sat at the table and devoured them all in one gulp.

I'm being targeted.

There is no doubt about this.

The people who want to kill me are definitely the intelligence department.

Apart from the CIA, it seems that even Africa is not safe now. The French may also be targeting me.

Song Heping was not afraid.

Instead, he was somewhat excited.

It’s not a wasted life to have the opportunity to compete with these great people.

The exciting experiences of the past few days have actually aroused his fighting spirit. In fact, every soldier from the special forces has a strong fighting spirit. The instructors will make an evaluation when selecting candidates. Only those with fighting spirit and fighting spirit will be indomitable in adversity and will not give up until they achieve their goals.

Nothing in the world would make Song Heping happier than to trick those who wanted to kill him.

After eating, I went to bed and set the alarm clock.

There are still three hours until the agreed time.

At eight o'clock in the evening, if nothing unexpected happens, he will receive a call from Jimado, the contact person on the Salafi side.

Perhaps he was really too tired, Song Heping fell asleep quickly.

In his dream, he dreamed of his parents, the days when he followed his father to the market in the village and followed his mother to the fields. He also dreamed of his excitement when his younger brothers and sisters were admitted to university. He also dreamed of the fierce instructor in the army who threw stun grenades into his room every morning and shouted into the room: "I give you five minutes, grab your things and run out!"

Not knowing how long he had slept, Song Heping woke up from his sleep and sat up suddenly.

When I touched my forehead, it was covered in sweat.

Looking at the table again, the alarm of the electronic watch was ringing loudly.

He reached out to turn off the alarm and looked around the room.

It was already 7:30 in the evening. Except for the light on outside the bathroom door, the whole room was dark.

He got up and tiptoed to the bathroom.

I don't know when it started, but he always walks silently like this, and likes to walk on tiptoe.

After taking a cold shower in the shower room, Song Heping returned to bed and put on his clothes again. The new cell phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

I picked it up and looked at the number. It was Jimado calling.

He pressed the call button and put the receiver to his ear.

"Mr. Song? You made quite a scene in Assab Harbor."

"Gimado?"

"Yes, it's me."

"Someone leaked the news, and I changed my plan for this transaction."

"I heard at the dock that the military searched the entire ship but couldn't find the SA-9. Are you sure you brought the cargo?"

"You just need to prepare the money, don't worry about anything else. I just changed the plan, but the goods will still be delivered to you."

"You're not going to explain it to me?"

"It's not convenient to talk on the phone, let's talk about it in person."

"Row."

Jimado said, "In ten minutes, go downstairs, turn right after you exit the hotel, and walk straight ahead along the road. I will give you instructions in time."

“It sounds very mysterious.”

Song Heping originally wanted to tease this contact person.

But think about it, since I am being targeted, the more cautious the other party is, the safer it seems to be for me.

"it is good."

He hung up the phone, picked up his backpack, left the room, and took the elevator downstairs.

Song Heping's room was on the 9th floor. When the elevator reached the th floor, it stopped with a ding.

Song Heping cautiously leaned to the right side of the elevator, placing himself next to the control buttons. This position was important: firstly, it allowed him to control the floor buttons, and secondly, it allowed him to see the entire area clearly, preventing anyone from attacking him from behind.

The person who came in was a blond black man in his twenties, with dyed blond hair, earphones in his ears, and a nonchalant look.

He glanced at Song Heping and immediately looked away.

Song Heping looked at the other person, especially his hands...

Ding--

When the elevator stopped at the first floor, Song Heping was nowhere to be found except for a yellow-haired man who had fallen to the ground.

In a room on the seventh floor of the same hotel, DGES's operations director Raymondo watched everything happening on the monitor and it took him a while to recover.

Just one move!
Just as the elevator reached the second floor, Song Heping suddenly made a move, chopping the golden-haired black boy's throat with a knife. The attack was as fast as lightning.

The golden retriever was completely unprepared and had no time to react before his throat was shattered. He couldn't even scream and bent over in pain.

Just as he bent down, Song Heping swung his knife downwards, this time hitting the back of his neck.

The golden retriever was knocked unconscious without any chance to resist.

The pinhole camera hidden in the collar of the golden retriever lost its image instantly...

"grass!"

After a long time, Raymondo realized that Song Heping, who was so obedient and had no ability to resist when being held by several soldiers at the dock during the day, was actually a very dangerous and aggressive guy.

This skill...

Absolutely top-notch special forces level!

"Hurry up and catch up with him and kill him!"

Raimondo picked up the intercom and issued an order.

The DGSE people are not in a position to take action personally at the moment, but this time Raymondo called in six of Eritrea's top killers.

But before it even started, one person had already been reimbursed.

The remaining killers who were lying in ambush in the lobby and outside the door immediately rushed towards the elevator.

But they found nothing.

There was no one in the elevator.

"The basement! He went to the underground parking lot! Go to the underground parking lot and stop him!"

Raymondo found through the cameras on the killers that there was no trace of Song Heping.

Now he judged that Song Heping must have gone down to the basement floor, where there was a parking lot, from which he could leave the hotel on foot.

Two killers immediately took the elevator down to the basement level, while the other three killers rushed out of the lobby door and took a detour to the parking lot exit to intercept.

Everyone was running like crazy, pulling out their silenced pistols.

Everyone thought that the accomplice who had just died was just careless and was ambushed. As long as the five of them worked together, they would be able to kill the opponent easily.

At the elevator exit on the first floor below ground, two killers cautiously peered in to observe, then rushed out, one on the left and one on the right, covering each other.

The entire parking lot was dimly lit and quiet.

But I didn’t see anyone, let alone a person, not even a ghost.

"Let's go and search towards the exit!"

The two knew that their accomplices must have headed for the ground exit to block it, and their team only needed to search in the direction of the exit to form a siege.

A few minutes later, the five people met at the entrance of the parking lot.

"Have you seen him?!"

"No! What about you guys?!"

"We have been guarding here and haven't seen anyone come out."

"Is he still in the parking lot?!"

"Go back and take a look!"

The five killers turned around again and returned to the parking lot.

Just as they were in chaos, Raymondo in the hotel room seemed to realize that something was wrong.

He immediately picked up the phone and called Barr.

"Sir, we've lost track of him. This guy was ruthless. He killed one of our assassins in the elevator and disappeared into the elevator. We couldn't find him in the parking lot either. I guess he left the hotel through another exit."

"Your team plus six assassins couldn't stop him, a man without even a gun?"

"He has a gun now..."

Raimondo rubbed the bridge of his nose.

"He took a weapon from one of the killers."

"What the hell are you doing!" Bal was furious.

Raimondo said, "Sir, I'm requesting Level A clearance."

Barr said, "Are you sure!?"

Raimondo said, "I'm absolutely certain. Only with your highest authority and the use of all our resources in Eritrea can we find him. Otherwise, he will disappear soon. I assume he's leaving the hotel to reunite with the armed group's contact. We must invest our maximum resources to find them and then annihilate them!"

Barr hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I authorize you to mobilize all our resources here. Remember, Raymondo, this operation must succeed. Otherwise, if this gets out of hand, our superiors will definitely find out. If we don't deliver results, you and I will both bear the consequences!"

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)