Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 482 Fatal Threat
"We're surrounded, Boss!"

Words cannot describe the shock of the "Watchmen" team members in the car.

Communications expert Matthew said to team leader Wilson with a grim face, "Boss, we must destroy the radio and the data."

Wilson nodded, then said to Matthew, "Wait a moment."

He immediately contacted the spy ship on the sea through the radio channel. After making arrangements for the aftermath, he asked in a deep voice, "Do you think we should give it a try or surrender?"

The car suddenly fell into silence.

You guys look at me, I look at you.

Finally, Matthew said, "Even if we give it a try, we have no chance of winning."

Wilson said nothing.

In the darkness, commando Philip said, "Let's die, let's fight them!"

Just then, the sound came from the tweeter again.

"Agents in the car, I am your target tonight, Song Heping. Although I don't know why you came to me, I still suggest you surrender. After all, I don't want to kill you. Otherwise, do you think your broken car can stop 14.5mm machine gun bullets?"

Wilson looked out the car window.

Within a radius of about 82 meters, several BTR- infantry fighting vehicles could be vaguely seen parked behind coconut trees or woods.

This type of infantry fighting vehicle does have a 14.5-caliber machine gun installed on its roof, and his Nissan SUV was a civilian vehicle rented by the team members who had sneaked into the island in advance. Not to mention machine gun ammunition of this caliber, even 7.62-caliber ammunition could penetrate it.

"Destroy the equipment and let's get out of the car."

Wilson finally made a decision.

Seeing that the captain decided to surrender, everyone quietly began to deal with the things on hand.

Deputy Captain and blasting expert Alvin loaded the explosives into the car, installed the detonator, and nodded to Wilson: "Okay."

Several people opened the car door, raised their hands, and slowly walked out.

Song Heping said to the commander of the Marine Battalion: "Everyone, be alert, but don't shoot. Follow my orders."

"no problem."

An entire battalion surrounded the place, with three layers inside and three layers outside. The battalion commander in charge nodded confidently, picked up the radio and gave orders.

Thirty meters away, Jiang Feng shouted to Wilson and the others, "Stop! Get down on the ground! Hold your head!"

Wilson and others stopped, slowly knelt down, and then lay down.

Just as it lay down, the Nissan SUV exploded into a fireball.

This suddenly made the surrounding Marines become nervous.

Song Heping quickly reassured them: "Don't be nervous! They are destroying their own communication equipment!"

“Damn Americans!”

The battalion commander was very angry and wanted to shoot these guys on the spot.

But the order from his superiors was to obey Song Heping's dispatch and command, so he could only swallow his anger and obey.

Soon, a group of soldiers surrounded them, tied Wilson and others up like crabs, and brought them in front of Song Heping.

"Take them back to the barracks, and I will go back with you."

Song Heping glanced at Wilson.

When masters meet, of course they can tell what the other person is like at a glance.

They all know that each other is a tough guy.

But Song Heping's aura is of course much stronger. After all, he is the winner now, and Wilson is a prisoner.

Forty minutes later, in the Marine Battalion camp on the west side of Margarita Island.

The "Musician" Defense Department requisitioned a separate two-story barracks to detain these agents and conduct necessary interrogations.

It just feels good to have someone up there.

In Venezuela, Song Heping now has a powerful figure and can walk around freely. Wilson was the first person to be taken into the interrogation room.

Song Heping's interrogation method was also very simple.

When Wilson thought Song Heping was going to torture him, he found that there was nothing in the room except a table and two chairs.

"Name, affiliation, position."

Song Heping turned off the recording device in front of him, and then asked Wilson's name very politely.

"No comment."

Wilson put on a rather tough-guy front.

Song Heping asked with a smile: "Are you really not going to tell me? Do you want you to act tough in front of me?"

Wilson said, "You can torture me, but if I even frown, I'll be a coward!"

clap clap-

Song Heping applauded and turned to Jiang Feng, who was standing beside him, and said, "Did you see that? An American tough guy. He has the demeanor you see in blockbusters. Learn from him!"

Jiang Feng was originally very serious, but after hearing what Song Heping said, he was no longer serious anymore and started laughing.

The atmosphere suddenly became relaxed.

Song Heping said, "Before I attack you, let me make something clear. After that, if you insist on being tough, I won't stop you. Killing or torturing someone is very easy. Although I know you must have received anti-interrogation training and your tolerance is much higher than that of ordinary people, your anti-interrogation instructor will tell you before the first class that no one can truly withstand torture. You must confess some information, or give me some real information mixed with some false information to confuse my sight and make you look valuable. Then I will spend time analyzing useful clues from the garbage dump of information you provide. This will buy time for your rescue operation."

After finishing his words in one breath, Song Heping took a sip of the Coke beside him, then continued, "But before you act like a tough guy, think about whether you really want to be one. First of all, I didn't intend to kill you, so I adopted a round-up method. The fact that you are unharmed so far has proved my sincerity. I asked about your affiliation and your name because I wanted to contact your superiors and discuss the misunderstanding between us. I won't ask about the purpose of your action, because your purpose is definitely to kidnap me. If I'm not mistaken, you are from the CIA, and your operation is highly confidential, so there's no point in asking you more questions. I will talk to your superiors directly."

"If your superior is afraid that I might record or eavesdrop, then I think it's fair to ask him to provide a secure line or use some technical means to prevent me from recording. Of course, if you truly refuse to provide any information that would allow me to contact your superior, and I have to resort to some means to deal with you, I'd be happy to do so."

"You? Besides torturing us or killing us, what else can you do?" Wilson sneered, "Do you think you can scare me into submission like this? You are too naive, Song. You are just a small character. In our eyes, you are nothing."

"Well, you are now in the hands of a minor character."

Song Heping was not angry at all.

He was used to the CIA's arrogant attitude.

It reminded him of Simon of Irigo.

When we first met, we were all acting like mediocre people.

In the end, isn't he still going to be his grandson in front of him?
"I don't need to beat or kill you. I just need to hand you over to the Venezuelan military and declare you an assassination squad that has infiltrated the country. Doing so will not only cost you your lives, but will also cause a diplomatic dispute between the two countries, something your boss absolutely does not want to see. If it comes to that, she will definitely take the blame internally and even resign."

"When I'm done with all this, do you think you can just die and be done with it? No, you're overthinking it. I'll take photos of you all and post them on the dark web, offering a reward of at least $500 million. This money will be placed directly in a dark web assassination fund. It will reward each killer with $50 for killing everyone connected to you, including your families. Once this money is depleted, I'll inject another $500 million until it's all gone. You might think your family is protected by something like the witness protection program, but what happens after that? Do you think Langley will really be so dedicated to taking care of your family after you're gone? Even for a year or two, what happens next? Even if you're orphaned, what about your friends? What about the comrades who fought alongside you during your service? I believe money can solve many problems. You might think I'm crazy, spending money on meaningless revenge, but I have one thing to tell you: I'm happy. Money can't buy my happiness."

Listening to Song Heping calmly speaking all this in fluent English, Wilson's face gradually lost its color.

He suddenly realized that he was facing a truly ruthless person.

When facing an absolutely ruthless person, the best way is to be more ruthless than the other person.

But now my life is in the hands of others, how cruel can I be?
"of course."

Just as Wilson began to waver, Song Heping continued, "The above is the outcome of opposing me, but if you become my friend, the situation will be completely different."

As he spoke, he pushed another unopened can of Coke on the table in front of Wilson, and then gestured to the disaster star standing behind him: "Cut the tape for him."

Disaster stepped forward, drew his dagger and cut the restraints.

Wilson flexed his wrist, a gleam in his eyes.

Song Heping noticed it and said with a contemptuous smile: "If you think this is your chance to fight back, you can try it."

After saying this, he stared at Wilson intently.

For some reason, Wilson never dared to take action.

At the last moment, he suddenly leaned back, took the can of Coke, pulled open the ring, took a sip, and said cheerfully, "I can provide a number and a nickname. You call them and tell them your nickname, and they'll know who you are and make arrangements for you."

Song Heping stood up with a smile: "A man who knows the times is a hero. Believe me, this is the wisest choice you have ever made in your life."

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

　　
　
(End of this chapter)