Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 401 focuses on a violent temper!
Locke waited on the second floor for a long time.

There was no further attack from the first floor.

"you!"

He hooked his finger at one of Bachai's men across from him.

"come over."

"I?"

The guy he picked out was a little confused.

"Yes, come here!"

The militant, who had a large mole on his face with a tuft of long hair on it, moved in front of Locke very reluctantly.

"Go explore the way."

He pointed to the stairwell.

A tuft of hair and his face turned pale.

"They're just down there..."

"Cut the nonsense!"

Locke's drawn pistol pressed against Tuft's forehead.

Tuft of Fur licked his lips, his throat feeling dry.

He looked around.

No one stood up for me.

The white man in front of him was Bachai's distinguished guest, and he did not dare to disobey orders. The boss had just told everyone to listen to them.

"Hurry up! Or I'll make your head explode!"

Yi Tumao could only hold the gun tremblingly and move towards the stairs little by little.

When I reached the stairs, I looked back.

They were all sympathetic looks.

But still no one stood up for him.

No one even offered to go with him.

"They're all just drinking buddies!"

Thinking of the times when we all drank and played rock-paper-scissors together when we had nothing to do, Yi Tuomao's heart felt colder than the water in the Arctic Ocean.

We all pat our chests to share the wine and meat and bear the hardship together.

Now, I’m in trouble.

Having more buddies by your side means more hope, right?
They all turned into turtles in seconds!

He cursed in his heart, his feet trembling as he moved downstairs little by little.

When he reached the handrail, he stretched out his gun and fired a burst of bullets, then retracted his hand like lightning.

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After the gunshot, there was silence again.

There was no movement down there.

No one fought back, no one fired a shot.

"Ok?"

A bunch of cats turned their heads and looked at Locke who was standing at the second floor stairs.

"no one……"

He whispered and gestured.

Locke swung the pistol in his hand mercilessly: "Keep going!"

A handful of hair felt extremely miserable.

Damn it, if I had known this would happen, I wouldn’t have gotten so close to this murderous ghost.

Of so many people, he chose himself.

I really didn't check the almanac before going out today...

He could only continue walking down the wall with his gun in hand.

At the corner, a tuft of hair stopped.

As long as I turn the corner, people on the first floor can see me.

This is the most dangerous place.

He moved slowly and cautiously, and slowly poked his head out...

Da da da--

A burst of muzzle flash exploded in the corner of the wall downstairs.

Yitua Mao didn't even have the chance to scream for help. His head was smashed into a rotten watermelon, and his brains splattered on the gun.

The body froze for a few seconds before slowly falling to the ground.

Locke, who witnessed all this, breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems that the other party is still in a stalemate.

But what good does it do them to remain in a stalemate?
Isn't this courting death?

The time advantage is on our side.

He looked at his watch.

It is estimated that the support troops will arrive in ten minutes.

"Wait! Wait another ten minutes, or you'll cry!"

He instructed the people guarding the stairs: "Keep a close eye on it, reinforcements will be here in ten minutes."

After saying that, he hunched over and returned to the second-floor hall.

Under the sofas and tables in the hall, big guys like Bachai had lost their former prestige and all hid behind them, as obedient as frightened dogs.

He walked up to Joyce and whispered, "SIR, they can't attack us. The KIK armed men will be here soon. We should be fine this time."

Joyce cursed angrily, "It must be those Chinese! I heard them speaking Chinese! Damn it! How did they know we were here to plan an operation against them?"

Locke couldn't answer this question either.

"Maybe……"

Just as he was looking for an excuse to fool his superior, he suddenly heard the sound of something falling from the first floor.

He turned his head sharply and listened with his ears pricked up.

"what sound?"

At the post, Jing Wengui ran back panting and lay down next to the hunter again.

"Have you taken them all?"

"We took it. We took everything we could."

After he finished speaking, he took out the kettle, drank two sips of water, and screwed the lid back on.

"Your boss is really a lunatic." Jing Wengui looked very emotional.

He paused and continued, "I just don't understand why my superiors are also going crazy with him."

The hunter asked, "Are you from the same unit?"

Jing Wengui immediately shut up, said nothing, and pretended not to hear.

Inside the small red building, Song Heping tied up the last piece of TNT, inserted the detonator, connected the fuse, and carefully jumped off the table.

On the opposite side, White Bear also tied up his last piece of explosives.

But the white bear was too big and knocked over a chair when he jumped off the table.

In the quiet night, in the dark room, the sound of a chair falling to the ground seemed particularly harsh.

Everyone felt their hair stand on end again.

After waiting in the dark for a while, there was no movement upstairs.

Except for the one person who just came down and tried to commit suicide, the people on the second floor have been very well behaved.

Just be good.

Song Heping thought.

This is the kind of obedience we want.

Aren’t we just holding on and waiting for help?

Okay, I'll leave you here for help!
"Is everything okay?"

Song Heping asked in a low voice.

The white bear raised his hand and made an OK gesture.

The gray wolf also made an OK gesture.

"withdraw!"

Several people left the house quietly, turned right out of the gate, and hid under the carport in the yard.

"Wengui, are you sure the living room on the second floor is above the hall?"

"OK, that's what's on the schematic. The intelligence should be correct."

Song Heping got the answer he wanted.

"That's good."

He took out the detonator, opened the safety of the generator gear, shook it a few times, and finally pressed the detonator button.

boom--

There was a loud bang, and an orange-red fireball flashed from the first floor of the small red building, blowing open all the glass windows.

The explosion was muffled but powerful.

The entire Little Red Building shook.

The townspeople who had heard the gunshots and were waiting thought that planes and artillery were bombing the place, so they quickly turned off the lights.

The whole town went dark in an instant.

Song Heping, who was hiding in the carport in the yard, felt the strong shock wave and then heard the sound of the house structure collapsing.

"Go, go, go! Go in!"

He took the lead and rushed to the first floor door again.

When everyone rushed through the door, the scene before them was shocking.

The entire ceiling collapsed.

The ground was littered with corpses and militants screaming in pain.

"start!"

Song Heping led the search from the right forward, and the others started clearing from different directions.

Just now, Song Heping gathered all the TNT blocks and installed them directly on the ceiling, performing a directional blast, just like the wall-breaking mission set when he was learning blasting in the special forces, and directly blew down the entire second-floor hall floor.

The collapsed floor and the redundant explosion should have reduced the impact. Now everyone on the second floor has fallen to the first floor like cargo. Even if they were not killed by the explosion, they were beaten to a pulp.

We had no choice but to do this.

It is very likely that the target person Joyce will be killed.

But Song Heping had considered it.

Joyce must be a key protected person, and his location must be in the middle of the reception room on the second floor.

What he blew up was the edge of the ceiling, directly breaking all the load-bearing beams.

Of course, the shockwave will kill some people.

If Joyce died.

Then he can only be considered unlucky.

Jing Wengui was strongly opposed to this decision at first, but Song Heping ignored him and directly asked him to contact Lei Ming.

In the end, Lei Ming agreed.

Jing Wengui was ridiculed by Song Heping again.

He felt that the reason why Jing Wengui was sent to infiltrate was probably because he was sufficiently disciplined.

This kind of person is not good at commanding, but has first-class execution ability. He will never make mistakes or go out of line. He is quite suitable to serve as a backup.

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Some of the people who fell down began to fight back, raising their guns and shooting.

But they were all dizzy and injured by the shock wave of the explosion, so their shooting skills were not accurate at all.

Song Heping and others immediately hid against the wall to avoid the militants' crazy attack, and then began to call out names one by one.

"Watch out Joyce, don't kill that guy!"

What Song Heping is most worried about now is Joyce.

"Just make sure you've injured him and keep him alive! Disaster Star, stand guard at the stairwell and don't let anyone from the third and fourth floors come down."

"Good boss!"

Inside the house, the sound of gunfire rang out for a long time.

Song Heping finally came to Locke.

Locke's night vision goggles were blown away.

He subconsciously raised his hand to shoot, but when he did, he found his hand was gone...

Only a stump of limbs remained, the forearm was missing, and blood was gushing out...

"Hi--"

Song Heping saw that the person lying in the rubble in front of him was a Navy SEAL.

He murmured a greeting, and gunshots rang out simultaneously.

Poor Locke, a battle-hardened SEAL veteran, died on the spot. He probably never dreamed that one day he would die in a small town in the northern part of the Golden Triangle whose name was not even marked on the map...

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)