Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 418 Harold is here

However, Esther finally opened the door.

Maybe it’s because the young man outside the door is so handsome.

After opening the door, the young courier handed the mail over. Esther was signing and asked, "What is it..."

Before she could finish her words, she suddenly felt a big hand reaching out from behind and covering her mouth and nose tightly.

Esther was terrified and wanted to struggle but was powerless.

A moment later, her vision went dark and she passed out.

Disaster Star and White Bear walked in from outside and closed the door.

"Boss, what do we do with this woman?"

Song Heping said, "Tie him up and throw him on the bed."

"Ok."

Without saying a word, the disaster star picked up Esther, who had fainted on the ground, and carried her into the room like a rag doll.

Song Heping took out his phone and dialed Hunter's number: "Hunter, we've already taken care of it here. What's the situation on your side?"

"Nothing." The hunter said, "I've been waiting upstairs in the cafe across the street for a long time, but I didn't see him come out."

"Then keep watching."

The two hung up the phone and Disaster Star walked out of the room.

"It's done."

He reported to Song Heping.

"Let's take a break and wait here. When Harold goes out, you go downstairs to the opposite side and follow him after he comes in."

"it is good."

Harold was busy in his office at the consulate that afternoon.

He's had a hard time these days.

The bureau already knew that Joyce had been captured.

As the captain of the SEAL team responsible for Joyce's security, Harold will face a long and tedious questioning process and have to submit more than a dozen reports to explain the operation.

In addition, one team member was killed and one was injured.

Harold almost expected his career to be over.

Since that was the case, he didn't think too much about it. Since things had come to this point, he might as well just accept the result.

He's even considering retirement plans.

Should I go back to Texas or stay in Siam?

Siam is a very suitable place for Westerners to retire, with low prices, low consumption, and decent medical care.

If I go back to Texas, I will have to consider the issue of livelihood. My pension is not enough to spend in the USA.

But this is not a problem, because many of my former colleagues went to work in security companies in related fields after retirement. If I look for them, I should be able to find a good job.

After finishing the last report, Harold printed it out and proofread it from beginning to end.

What the superior wants to know most right now is who he is fighting with.

Before, Harold always thought it was a secret special forces unit from China.

But later, according to the recollections of the local bodyguards who survived the incident at Bachai's residence, they heard people talking downstairs when they were upstairs. The language they used was English, and even another language that they did not understand.

English?

This is strange.

After several careful checks, he confirmed that the team that raided Bachai's residence did speak English, and the other language spoken by the bodyguards was Russian.

Russian?

This is sensitive.

Since the collapse of the former Soviet Union, the Russians have kept a low profile.

The once frenzied intelligence networks and overseas operations also cooled down.

Throughout the 1990s, they were like a weak polar bear, too busy licking their own wounds to have the energy to get involved overseas.

Harold had experienced that era. In the 1990s, the KGB was disbanded with the collapse of the former Soviet Union. Many secret agents who were deployed overseas in the early years even lost contact with the headquarters or were notified of disbandment on the spot and were no longer part of the staff.

Therefore, many agents have embarked on the path of making a living on their own, switching careers to become intelligence dealers, arms dealers, mercenaries, and some even directly join gangs or become gangsters themselves.

There are many such former KGB agents in Eastern Europe at present.

If these people speak Russian.

Is it related to the former KGB? In recent years, the new Russian leader is a hardliner, and his style is very different from his predecessor.

Their KGB also changed its name and is now called the Federal Security Service, abbreviated as FSB.

Could it be that they want to revive the ghost of KGB?

Harold deliberately included this speculation in his report.

After all, putting the blame on former FSB and KGB agents would not make oneself appear too incompetent.

According to the procedure, after the report is submitted, the CIA will conduct an assessment, and then send a specialist to investigate here, and finally form an incident report. They will track down the murderer globally based on this report.

And his future has been decided.

But fortunately, at most it is considered a failure of the operation, and the responsibility to be borne is not much, and he will not be retired in disgrace.

After reading the report and making some preliminary revisions, Harold locked it in a drawer. Then he leaned back in his office chair and stared blankly at the ceiling for a long time, his mind full of plans for his retirement.

Harold was married, but divorced his ex-wife eight years ago due to professional reasons.

It was a short marriage.

And now, he still likes his current lover, Esther.

When Harold thought of Esther, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. His mind was full of Esther's plump August 15th, which felt particularly good.

Suddenly, his eyes fell on the electronic clock on the wall.

It's already ten past six.

"OH! SHIT!"

He remembered his date with Esther today.

It's like this every week.

All along, he never told Esther who he was. The other party only knew that he worked in the consulate and was a consulate staff member.

It seems I have to confess to her tonight.

Harold felt that he had to leave immediately. The traffic in Bangkok was always so congested. It would take forty minutes to get to Esther's house from here, and he would be late.

He hurriedly turned off the computer and put on his coat - although it was not cold in Bangkok, doing so would help hide the pistol at his waist.

Ten minutes later, the hunter sitting upstairs in the cafe opposite saw the door of the embassy opposite slowly open.

He quickly picked up a small pocket telescope and looked towards the gate.

He recognized Harold immediately.

The other party leisurely left the gate, greeted the guard enthusiastically, and finally came to the side of the road before the closing gate.

"Boss, the snake is out of its hole."

"understood."

After standing there for less than a minute, Harold hailed a taxi and quickly disappeared at the end of the long street.

After Harold left, the hunter went downstairs to pay the bill, then went out and got into his SUV. He stayed in the car for five minutes before putting it in gear and leaving.

At Esther's house, Song Heping also put down his phone and said to Zao Xing and Bai Xiong, "Harold is out. You two go downstairs and stay in the car. Remember to be careful and don't let him find you. If you see him going upstairs, follow him."

"Can you stay here alone?" asked White Bear.

"No problem, if you guys just keep up, he shouldn't stand a chance."

Song Heping waved his hand, and Bai Xiong and Zai Xing turned around, opened the door and went downstairs.

Song Heping turned on the lights in the living room, then sat down on the sofa, looked at the watch, closed his eyes and began a long wait.

Finally, it was already 6:50 when the phone vibrated again.

Song Heping opened his eyes, looked at the electronic clock on the wall, picked up the phone and answered the call.

"The snake has arrived and is going upstairs."

"understood."

Song Heping turned around and looked at the door, pulled out the Glock 17 pistol equipped with a silencer, gently pulled open the slide, and checked the chamber and the bullet inside.

When everything was ready, he pointed his gun at the door.

Less than a minute later, there was a knock on the door.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

Harold is here...

　Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)