Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 369 The group is destroyed
"Kill you, you bastard!"

James was unable to refute Song Heping's words.

Because what the other party said is right.

After so many years and so many fights, I've never won. It's no exaggeration to call him my nemesis...

Song Heping's words touched James' soft spot, making him even more furious.

The situation between the two is somewhat delicate at the moment.

Everyone has lost their hot weapons and only has cold weapons left.

Song Heping suffered more injuries, while James only had one scar on his palm.

However, his fighting knife is now in Song Heping's hands, and he has nothing in his hands.

As a veteran green beret, he certainly has more than one knife on him.

The fighting knife is just one of them; there is also a claw knife hidden in the pocket of the tactical vest.

The prototype of the claw knife was originally a knife used for harvesting in Indonesia, so its shape is so similar to a sickle. However, it was later improved and developed by fighting experts and has been cleverly used in close combat.

The characteristics of this knife are: first, the blade is short and curved; second, there is a ring at the end of the handle. When fighting, the fingers are inserted into the ring to fix the knife, making it not easy to slip during the fight.

He slowly pulled out the claw knife from his pocket, put it on his hand, and stared at Song Heping intently.

The two men took up fighting stances on the beach by the river.

For a moment, no one took the initiative to attack.

Because they are all masters, they wait for the other party to attack first so that they can find a flaw and deliver a fatal blow.

Song Heping is no longer in a hurry.

Time is on his side.

Its daybreak.

Our people are coming soon.

On the other hand, James can also ask for help.

Unfortunately, his previous tsundere attitude made him give up this opportunity, and now he has no chance to ask for help.

If the Special Operations Command knew about his current situation, they would definitely send someone to rescue him.

The problem is that no one would have thought that in less than a day, eight Green Berets would be wiped out by an armed group leader and an arms dealer.

"Are you a Chinese special forces soldier?"

James couldn't help but ask a strange question.

Song Heping replied in a deep voice: "Is there any point in asking this? You are going to die anyway."

This is not Song Heping bragging.

Only one of them, James or myself, can leave alive.

Because James has seen what he looks like.

If he could escape alive, he would soon be targeted by the CIA.

This is definitely not good for you.

Therefore, from the moment the two men faced each other, it was a dead end.

"What a loud tone!"

James once again felt humiliated by the young man in front of him. He couldn't help it and finally took the initiative to attack.

However, he was very cautious and skillfully only made a feint forward. The claw knife seemed to be slashing towards Song Heping's wrist, but in fact he was already prepared. As long as Song Heping drew back the knife to block, he would change his moves midway, changing from slashing to stabbing, leaving another wound on Song Heping's wrist.

This kind of sword technique of changing moves mid-fight has been practiced countless times and is considered James's unique skill.

He took a lightning-fast lunge forward, then leaned forward, slashing the claw knife at Song Heping's wrist, waiting for Song Heping to be tricked.

sand--

What he never expected was that just as he took a step forward to make a feint, a cluster of river sand rushed towards him and covered his head and face.

The moment Song Heping launched his attack, he hooked a lump of sand with his toes and shot it towards James' face.

Caught off guard, countless grains of sand entered James' eyes, blurring his vision.

Just for a moment.

Just this moment.

It was too late for James to retreat.

Swah——

The sharp blade of the combat knife slashed across James' throat...

Song Heping moved two meters away and looked at James coldly.

James covered his throat with his hands, his eyes wide open, irritated by the sand, his eyes bloodshot and tears streaming down his cheeks.

The blood could not be covered up after all and seeped out from between the fingers.

He staggered two steps and finally fell to his knees.

Song Heping still didn't say anything and stood quietly behind him.

After a full minute, the blood kept flowing and could not be stopped.

The beach was dyed red.

thump--

Finally, the green-beret colonel commander fell to the ground and died.

Both of his eyes were open.

Maybe he was unwilling, or maybe he never thought that he would die in the other party's hands in this way.

Song Heping sat down on the ground.

He almost collapsed.

I didn't sleep a wink all night.

The whole night was spent in pursuit, escape and counterattack.

Only then did he have time to check the wounds on his body.

Five places in total.

There were scratches, gunshot wounds, and stab wounds.

After resting for about five minutes, Song Heping struggled to get up and went over to search James.

He ripped off James's dog tags and examined them carefully in his hand.

"Colonel James..."

Seeing this, he looked down at James lying on the ground and sighed. A colonel, dead just like that.

But this matter caused quite a stir.

Song Heping now has a new idea.

This matter must not be leaked at all.

Morins went to find his men. According to the time calculation, they should enter the Tame Jungle during the day. As long as he walked northwest, he would definitely meet them.

But now Song Heping doesn't want to reunite with Morins.

Things have taken a new turn.

Judging from Laci's betrayal of Molins, the ELN is not safe inside.

This opening move killed a green beret, and we must not let the Americans know.

Therefore, from now on, meetings with Morins can only be held in secret, and arms transactions must be conducted through agents.

Instead of showing up yourself, cultivate an agent.

After Song Heping had more contact with the US military, the CIA, and Persia's Avanti, he gradually learned some of the rules of the game in this circle.

That is, you must have your own agent.

Don't be foolish and do everything yourself.

As the arms business grows, dangers will definitely follow.

An agent is a shield and a moat.

They are the first to take responsibility when something happens, and I can provide support behind the scenes, but I cannot show up.

Being found out by others is one thing, but exposing yourself on your own initiative is a huge idiot.

Thinking of this, Song Heping dragged James's body to the water's edge and pushed it into the water.

Watching the corpse float downstream, Song Heping turned around and returned to the jungle.

This time he did not choose to go northwest.

Morins would definitely come from the northwest and look for him along the path he and I had walked before.

And now he is heading northeast, which is the border between Venezuela and Colombia.

There he would cross the border into Venezuela.

It is still safe in Venezuela, at least for now. With Lamas' protection, there should be no problem.

As for the next arms deal, Song Heping had also thought it through. He contacted Morins using a confidential satellite phone and selected an agent to meet with him for the transaction.

After this life and death experience, Morins will never be arrogant in front of him again. Even if he is not present, the deal can still be done.

As for the South American market, that is the next step.

Even if an entire squad of Green Berets and the entire AGLAN force could encircle and suppress him, they would still be unable to kill this "mysterious arms dealer". His fame would surely spread throughout South America.

It will be very helpful for his future business. At least the ELN armed forces in Colombia will definitely be his client, and FARC will also be the next potential client. Morins has some friendship with them and has promised to act as a matchmaker for him.

These things cannot be rushed, take them step by step.

In the rainforest, Song Heping was walking alone like a wounded beast.

Fortunately, the food and medicine found from the bodies of the Green Beret members were enough to prevent their injuries from worsening and prevent them from starving.

It is nearly a hundred kilometers from Tame to the border.

And it's all jungle mountain roads.

For the injured Song Heping, it was undoubtedly a difficult challenge.

After dark, Song Heping found a tree hole in the northern jungle about fifteen kilometers away from Tame. He used a knife to cut wooden spikes and set a trap at the entrance of the hole. He hid in it and had a good sleep.

This sleep was so sweet.

All the tension and fatigue of the past few days were fully released at this moment.

Now I don’t have to worry about anyone chasing me.

As for the wild beasts in the jungle, he was not worried at all. He had guns and bullets in his hands, and any ferocious beast could be killed with just a few peanuts.

I don’t know how long I slept, but in a daze, Song Heping heard some noise outside.

He opened his eyes drowsily, thinking he was dreaming.

He soon realized that he was not dreaming.

There is indeed a sound!
It seemed like the sound of people talking, but I couldn't hear it clearly.

He suddenly woke up, and the light coming in from outside the cave told Song Heping that it was dawn!
Who is in the jungle?

Local indigenous people?

Or did the US special forces send people here to look for me because of the death of the Green Beret team?

But it’s impossible even if you think about it.

How did they know to go northeast?!

In order not to be trapped here to death, Song Heping decided to go out and take a look.

He carefully crawled out of the cave, avoiding the traps at the entrance, then lay down in the bushes and listened carefully to the movements to determine the other party's position.

At the same time, he pushed the safety of the MK18 assault rifle, checked the silencer, and after making sure there was no problem, he slowly climbed behind a big tree, lay in ambush, and began to wait patiently.

Finally, the sound was getting closer, but it was very low, and it seemed that the other party was also very cautious.

Song Heping was certain they were not local natives, as they didn't seem to be speaking Spanish...

rustling --

From the sound of footsteps, it can be heard that there are not just one or two, but several of them.

Another small team.

Song Heping felt that he was extremely unlucky.

Is it over yet? !

After getting rid of an AGLAN team, a Green Beret team came. What team will it be this time?
seal?

delta?
Or Colombia's special forces?
"Come on..." Song Heping sighed helplessly, "Let's kill them all..."

When the footsteps came within about ten meters of him, Song Heping slowly extended his gun from the side of the tree, and with the help of the bushes and leaves to cover him, he aimed in the direction of the person coming.

Several figures appeared in sight, forming a line. The person walking in front was extremely tall, like a black bear.

Song Heping frowned, and when he saw who it was, he exclaimed in surprise, "Disaster star!"

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)