Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 692: Trap? Connection?
Three days later, Song Heping appeared on the streets of Beirut.

Ferrari actually opposed this transaction.

Despite repeated checks, the guy codenamed "Black Snake" seemed to have no problems and even provided additional background information on the deceased members of the Men in Black squad.

After professional verification by Henry, he found that there was no problem with the information and it was absolutely authentic.

Therefore, it is possible that "Black Snake" really has some internal information of the "Satan" armed forces.

For Song Heping, who is already in trouble, he must find a breakthrough now.

The Persians could take him in, but Afanti had talked to him and said that even if Song Heping really wanted to stay in Persia and serve in the future, he would have to hide his identity.

The global anti-terrorism situation is now in full swing, and it has become a question of political correctness.

Anyone who has anything to do with the name of a KB member will be shunned and even become a pariah.

Even countries like Persia and Venezuela, which have always had a bad relationship with the United States, dare not openly take in Song Heping. Once the United States uses political power to push Song Heping to be put on the UN terrorist list, it will be equivalent to directly depriving Song Heping of his normal human identity, and he will have to live in another dark world from then on without seeing the light.

To break the deadlock, of course you have to take risks.

"Even if this guy is really a decoy, he undoubtedly has real information about the Satan armed organization. This is our only chance to break through."

Song Heping's words left Ferrari speechless.

Now the "Musician" defense company is almost obsolete.

Although the special forces school in Venezuela is still there, Song Heping cannot return there to hide.

Otherwise, the Americans have been making various accusations against Venezuela in international occasions. Song Heping’s incident might give them an excuse to put the Venezuelan government under greater risks and pressure.

Song Heping was very clear about this matter, so he simply decided not to return to Venezuela and cause more trouble for Lamas and others.

Anyway, the school is registered under the name of General Ramas's son, so even if the Americans want to make a fuss about it, they have no excuse.

Another way is to return to the motherland.

That's even worse.

The same applies to Venezuela.

If I really want to go back, will the country arrest me or not?

To pay or not to pay?
Why bring trouble to your own country?
This path was also rejected by Song Heping.

If you go to Russia to become a cook, you will face the same problem.

Although the UN does not have much real power, its influence is very strong, especially under the manipulation of the United States, no country dares to openly take it in.

Similarly, although Avanti is protecting him in Persia, he has to hide his identity.

All this means that one will lose all the rights to a normal life.

Song Heping absolutely cannot tolerate this.

He decided to go to Beirut.

Fortunately, this is not a difficult task.

Afanti used his power in Xilia to send Song Heping from the northern border area to Xilia, and then went south from Xilia to Libanen.

It didn't take much effort for Song Heping to enter the country easily.

But he is black now.

I don't have any entry records here. I only have a Persian passport, but the passport information is real.

"Black Snake" is in contact with Ferrari in Russia. Now Song Heping only needs to reach Libanen and then stay in Beirut. "Black Snake" will provide the method and place of contact within two days after his arrival.

Libanen is known as the Little Paris of the East.

Various religious sects have a certain influence here. It is a region deeply influenced by European culture and YSL traditional religion.

The northern region is relatively prosperous and stable, while the southern region has been controlled by the Pearl Party because it borders the Hoopoe Kingdom and for historical reasons. There has always been a tense relationship with the Hoopoe Kingdom, and wars occasionally break out. The UN has also deployed peacekeeping forces there, and the atmosphere is relatively tense.

But in Beirut, Song Heping did not feel the tense atmosphere filled with gunpowder.

But he knew very well that Beirut was a place where intelligence agencies liked to gather because it was located at the intersection of Europe and Asia. In particular, its geographical location was extremely sensitive, and many intelligence organizations, including Mossad, had underground branches here.

Where there are no real swords and guns, there is always insecurity.

Song Heping chose a quiet private B&B to stay in. Beirut is a seaside resort, and many Europeans and wealthy people from the Middle East like to come here to enjoy the summer sunshine.

After arriving the day before, Song Heping sent a message to Ferrari and then began to wait for a reply from "Black Snake".

During the boring time, Song Heping did not stay in his room, but took out a complete set of makeup tools in front of the mirror. After dressing up carefully, a backpacker about forty years old, wearing a loose floral shirt, a straw hat, and carrying a faded backpack, appeared on the streets of Beirut.

No different from ordinary tourists.

Song Heping also strolled along the street.

From morning to night, it never stops.

Beirut is not big, and he has walked through most of the city.

He took a tourist map and drew on it with a pencil and made many marks wherever he went.

When dusk fell, the phone suddenly vibrated.

Song Heping took it out and clicked it to see the message.

Then he immediately hailed a taxi on the street and rushed to the Hamra district.

When we got off the bus, the sun had turned dark red, hanging like blood over the distant sea, and seemed about to sink into the sea, letting the night take over everything.

The dusk flows slowly among the ruins of the Hamra district in Beirut like honey mixed with rust.

Song Heping walked slowly along the street, glancing at the house numbers on the wall from time to time.

When they arrived in front of an old French-style building and saw the Ottoman-style relief in the corner of the house that was riddled with bullet holes, a light flashed in Song Heping's pupils - that was the contact signal given by "Black Snake".

Look around.

The copper scales of the spice stall swayed in the twilight, and dust of saffron and cumin powder flowed between his fingers.

There is a satellite signal jammer made by the Persians themselves in the canvas bag. Song Heping can turn it on when necessary. This thing was given to him by Afan at the door. He said that as long as there is danger, turning it on can interfere with the signal within a radius of about 500 meters, causing a certain impact on the enemy's communication.

However, that thing is powerful and battery-powered, so it can only work for a maximum of twenty minutes, and after that you have to fend for yourself.

The sun finally set and plunged into the sea with a splash, leaving only a long streak of afterglow on the surface of the sea. Dusk began to fall, and in the sudden change from darkness to light, all the street scenes and pedestrians on the street looked so suspicious.

The neon sign of the Greek cafe across the street just came on, and the female proprietress in a black robe began to set up the tables outside the cafe, placing a vase on the table with the freshest pomegranate flowers in it.

"Would you like to try some of the new verbena, sir?"

A roadside stall owner wearing a robe and a goatee suddenly asked in French with an Algerian accent.

Song Heping and Ferrari had learned some French, so they had no problem communicating simply.

This is the code for the connection!
He turned and walked up to the bearded vendor and asked in French, "If the verbena isn't fresh, I'd rather smoke Marlboro cigarettes."

This is also a code.

Right.

"Are you Song?"

"Are you 'Black Snake'?"

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for a long time."

When he said this, a strange look flashed in the stall owner's eyes.

The sensitive Song Heping immediately caught the unusual change, and a current ran through his spine - there was indeed a problem!

Suddenly, Song Heping noticed that all the pedestrians in the box seemed to have disappeared suddenly, and the surroundings were extremely quiet.

The locals who were seen in groups of three or four before seemed to have disappeared at this moment. It seemed that only I and the stall owner opposite were left in the whole alley.

Oh!
Not right either.

The cafe across the street behind me was still open, and the female owner was still busy at the table.

But just after the goateed stall owner confirmed his identity with Song Heping, the black-robed female owner accidentally knocked over the coffee cup while arranging the dishes. The dark brown liquid meandered on the cobblestones, looking very much like the Arabic word for "death".

Song Heping immediately realized that something was wrong. He reached for the shoulder strap of his canvas backpack and pressed a small switch. There was a power cord inside that was connected to the jammer in the backpack. At this time, the jammer's current was connected and it started working immediately.

A stray cat on the corner of the street suddenly jumped out of the trash can and knocked over the clay pot of hummus. Song Heping glanced at the cat, and as his eyes swept over, he saw the diamond-shaped grip of the Czech-made CZ-75 pistol flash under the woman's black robe.

(End of this chapter)