Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 4 The man under the door
Song He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

He turned and looked at the door of the room, where a body was also lying.

The corpse was dressed in an Arab robe, a floral turban, and a gray beard. It was a typical local dress. The AK47 fell to the side, with bullet casings scattered around it.

This man didn't want to save himself, he just wanted to kill the intruder. Ever since the war, the place in Bardock has been in chaos. Every household has a gun hidden in the house for self-defense. Masked men broke in by themselves. The owner of the house Apparently they thought they were intruders.

In any case, he can be regarded as his savior, otherwise he would not have been able to escape so easily.

"Ah-ah-"

Suddenly a shrill cry came from the house.

A middle-aged woman pushed open the door and rushed out. She threw herself on the dead man with a look of grief on her face, crying so hard that the sky was dark.

Song Heping felt that something was wrong and wanted to explain that he did not kill the person himself.

But I found that I couldn't explain it.

No one can explain this scene now.

It's really yellow mud that fell out of my crotch. It's not just shit, it's shit.

He wanted to escape.

Leave this place of right and wrong immediately, as quickly as possible, as quickly as possible.

What happened today was crazy enough. Now Song Heping just wanted to get away.

Look what nonsense you have been involved in!

Just as he was about to turn around, the middle-aged woman suddenly stood up like crazy and made a creepy move - she picked up the assault rifle.

Song Heping screamed: "I didn't kill him!"

He didn't want to kill the woman in front of him.

This is contrary to his values.

But he ignored a fatal problem.

Few people in Bakda speak English.

The woman in front of her has probably never left Bakda in her life, and she has no idea what she is talking about.

He doesn’t even have the word “good guy” printed on his forehead.

So, he could only watch helplessly as the woman picked up the damn gun but could do nothing.

It's too late to escape.

Turning around and running away at this time is equivalent to getting someone killed.

In desperation, Song Heping chose to pull the trigger.

bah—

The woman fell down.

Song Heping's mind went blank again.

Today is so fucking fucked up!
He doesn't want to stay here for a second longer!
blah blah-

As soon as he turned out of the courtyard, he heard intensive gunshots again.

The firefight was not far from him.

He immediately chose to run in the opposite direction to the gunfire.

Right now, there aren't many options.

Don't even think about the direction of the highway. It's a mess there. It's estimated that there aren't many American soldiers left alive in the Stryker armored convoy.

The only direction to escape was the residential areas on both sides of the road.

You can run as far as you can through the entire residential area and over the hillside. There may be a way to survive this way.

Now Song Heping can only pray that he will not encounter those militants again.

It's just that his luck was obviously very bad today.

After running less than ten meters towards the top of the slope, he bumped into another armed man.

A black figure jumped out from the end of the alley on the right, seemingly holding something in his hand.

The two saw each other at the same time.

The black shadow raised his hand and gave him a burst.

Song Heping didn't bother to fight back. After all, a pistol VS an assault rifle meant you were seeking death.

Thirty-six strategies are the best.

run!
However, as he ran away, he raised the Beretta pistol in his hand reflexively and pulled the trigger on the black shadow.

Absolutely fast and relatively accurate.

There is no requirement to hit, just frighten the opponent first. Even if it scares the opponent, you can buy time to escape.

bang bang——

Da da da--

Both men's guns fired at the same time.

Song Heping felt the feeling of death passing over his head again - the opponent's bullet flew past his neck, and he could even clearly feel the scorching temperature on the warhead.

The black shadow was also startled.

He didn't expect Song Heping to react so quickly. The bullet fired by the Beretta pistol hit the wall next to him, forcing him to dodge to the corner. In less than a second, Song Heping had disappeared from his sight.

At this time, gunshots were heard one after another in the hillside residential area.

Seeing that he was less than a hundred meters away from the chanting tower, Song Heping heard gunshots coming from his left side again.

He could only change direction again and run into the alley on the right, trying to avoid the crossfire.

An unfortunate scene occurred again.

After running a few steps, he ran into another masked militant.

The two of them met each other, and under the bright sunshine, they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

The masked gunman raised his hand and shot.

Da da da--

Bullets rained down.

Song Heping shrank back, turned around and continued to flee.

Passing through an alley, two armed men wearing Arab robes appeared on their right side again.

When the other party saw him, they raised their guns at the same time.

Song Heping's heart was like thousands of grass and mud horses galloping by at the same time.

Now this place is really a mess, with militants everywhere.

Fortunately, the buildings here are disorganized, with not much of anything, but many houses and alleys.

There is no time to think.

The only thing to do is to run away.

He knocked open a courtyard door in front of him before the other party fired, and rushed in.

The current situation has completely exceeded expectations. Song Heping's original intention was to sneak away quietly while the attackers were exchanging fire with the American army without anyone noticing.

Unexpectedly, he had stung a wasp's nest. The more he tried to escape, the more energetic the wasp chased him.

He complained endlessly in his heart.

Is my little life really going to be handed over here today? ?
After knocking open the courtyard door, Song Heping did not choose to stay and hide, but rushed directly to the door.

Hiding here is the only way to die, because there are all armed elements outside.

If you stay for a moment, you will definitely be surrounded and trapped.

escape!
Just keep running away!
We can only rely on buildings as cover. The competition is speed, and the competition is that you are not faster than me.

If you get rid of your opponent, you can get away.

If you can't get rid of it, you will die!
bang——

The door was knocked open, and Song Heping fell into the house with a cloud of dust.

Several women and children were hiding in the room, and Song Heping was so frightened that they screamed.

"Excuse me!"

Song Heping ignored the pain, got up and rushed towards the back door.

Any house must have front and rear doors, and even if there is no back door, there will be windows.

There is a door to open, but no door to open the window.

There was no time for Song Heping to think and plan the route, so he could only move forward.

He jumped out of the window at the back of the house and rushed to another house.

When he walked through the back door of the fourth building and opened the cumbersome wooden door, a jaw-dropping scene happened!

The door I opened this time felt different from the previous doors.

Song Heping put in a lot of effort and his shoulder hurt from the collision. He felt that the door was particularly heavy, as if something was blocking it behind the door.

When he hit it, he was so shocked that stars appeared in his eyes.

At first, I thought the door was too strong, but I didn't expect that someone knocked the door open and fell to the ground. Only then did I realize that there was a large living person under the door panel.

Moreover, the guy who was pinned down was wearing a robe and holding an assault rifle. He knew he was a militant at a glance.

What's even more bizarre is that there are three people squatting next to the door of a building about ten meters away on the right side of this door.

The three of them knew each other personally.

It was the Hansen and the bearded man whom he had met before, as well as the civil servant who was covering the evacuation together.

Things happened suddenly, and the atmosphere instantly became weird.

The sound alarmed the three of them, and they all looked at Song Heping in surprise.

They looked at Song Heping, and Song Heping looked at them.

One passerby, three American soldiers, and one militant.

They stared at each other, unable to realize what happened.

what's the situation?
who are you?
Who is he?
Who the hell am I? !
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(End of this chapter)