Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 693 Trap

Chapter 693 Trap
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The crisp sound of the Glock 17 broke the silence of the alley.

The female agent in the robe had no idea someone would draw their gun so quickly.

There was a small hole on her forehead and blood spurted out from the back of her head. When she fell down, she knocked over the table and the pomegranate flowers on it scattered all over the floor.

The goateed stall owner's right hand had already reached under the goods in the stall, where a pistol was hidden.

Song Heping didn't even turn his body when he fired. He just drew his gun, turned sideways, and fired in one go.

When the goateed stall owner took out his pistol, he found that Song Heping's pistol was already pointed at his head.

"you……"

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Song Heping didn't give him any chance.

Shot him directly in the head.

The bullet penetrated the entire head from top to bottom and exited from the lower jaw.

The man with the goatee slumped to the ground like a puppet with its strings pulled out.

Song Heping rushed quickly towards the building behind the man with goatee.

At this time, several waiters in the cafe pulled out MP7 and MP5 submachine guns from behind the counter and fired randomly in the direction of Song Heping through the glass window.

These guns are equipped with silencers, so the sound is very low.

After all, Beirut is not their territory, so the CIA agents who are lying in ambush here to kill Song Heping have to keep a low profile as much as possible.

Too loud a gunshot would attract the police and cause unnecessary trouble.

But they are fast, and Song Heping is even faster.

Before the bullet was fired, Song Heping had already entered the corridor and rushed up the stairs frantically.

The bullet hit the wall of the building, mud and debris flew everywhere, and the entrance of the corridor was instantly filled with dust.

"Damn it! This guy ran away!"

"Call the other teams! Stop him!"

Several agents in the cafe reacted, rushed out of the store, quickly reached the building opposite, and surrounded the exit.

Someone went to check on the man with goatee and the woman in black robe, and found out they were dead after sniffing.

"Annie and Cortez are both dead! FUCK!"

The team leader's saliva flew three feet away.

They had done their homework before coming and knew that Song Heping was not easy to deal with and that this guy had served in the PLA special forces.

Over the years, the PLA special forces have remained largely mysterious, except for their appearance in some international competitions.

The US military has also studied these special forces who have been announced and have appeared in competitions, but the results obtained are very good, but not impossible to deal with.

But today these agents met Song Heping, which completely overturned their previous speculations.

It's so fucking perverted!

This reaction!
Such sensitivity!

Such insight and intuition!

All the actions were performed in a flash. Song Heping's continuous killing moves and escape speed were simply unparalleled.

In less than three seconds, he killed two people, and then rushed into the building in front in less than two seconds.

"We can't contact command!"

An agent in charge of communications ran out of the cafe to report to the team leader.

"The signal is interfered with!"

"Interference?!"

The operations leader was obviously very surprised.

They had planned to ambush here, set up a radio station, and prepared all the logistical support and response plans.

Ever since Song Heping appeared in Beirut, he has been targeted by the CIA's Secret Operations Department and has been under surveillance.

But no one noticed that Song Heping had backup, and it seemed that he was the only one who came to exchange information.

This operation is commanded personally by Director Kelly, who is currently in Beirut.

But the signal is now interfered with, which means Song Heping also has backup.

Things are spiraling out of control.

"Where's your phone?!"

"The cell phone is also being jammed!"

"FUCK!"

The team leader was very annoyed but could do nothing about it.

He wanted the technical team to find the source of the interference.

For this operation, two support vehicles were deployed in the blocks of Beirut, which were staffed by technicians who could use their equipment to locate the source of interference and conduct counter-interference operations.

When it comes to technology, no one can match the CIA.

But the problem is that it happened too suddenly.

The action team's communications have now been cut off, and they can't even contact the technical team.

It seems as if all signals are blocked and there is no way to connect with the outside world.

"Conte, Rhodes, the two of you, surround them from the east. Don't go upstairs, run along the street!"

"Dick, Barry, you two, surround them from the west!"

"Langsen, follow me!"

After saying that, the team leader waved his hand, and Langsen followed closely behind him. The two of them controlled the entrance to the corridor, and the other two teams began to run along the street, trying to go around the back of the building to cut off Song Heping's retreat.

The corridor entrance was quiet.

Langsen exchanged glances with the team leader opposite him.

"There's no one inside. It seems he went upstairs."

"Alternate cover, go!"

Langsen gritted his teeth and rushed in with his MP7 submachine gun.

The corridor was dark and the light was very dim.

Langsen regretted not wearing night vision goggles when he was outside.

Fortunately, it is not completely dark now. The visibility is just a little poor, not so bad that you can't see your hand in front of you.

He walked forward cautiously, keeping the muzzle of the gun at a shooting angle. The safety had already been turned on, the bullet was loaded, and he was ready to shoot at any time.

As long as Song Heping showed up, Lang Sen was confident that he would make a flower bloom on his forehead. The corridor was about five meters long, with a staircase entrance at the end.

Going up the stairs should be the second floor.

The team leader also entered the passage, three meters behind Langsen, and staggered his positions to the left and right, maintaining different positions to ensure cross-fire cover in the event of a sudden attack.

As he was about to finish walking down the corridor, Langsen was sure that there was no one left.

The muzzle of his gun began to move gradually upwards.

If Song Heping was still there, he should be on the second floor, staring at the stairs.

Just as Langsen was thinking about how to take turns with his team leader to provide cover for the attack on the second floor, his trouser leg suddenly shook slightly.

It seems like I bumped into something...

Ding--

A slight metallic sound reached my ears.

Langsen's expression changed instantly.

"Grenade!"

He reacted quickly, after all, he was an action agent.

Without any thought, the man turned around and rushed forward.

Only by lying down can you effectively avoid shrapnel.

It's almost a reflex.

boom--

Grenade has a delay.

When the explosion occurred, Langsen had already rushed more than three meters away and was lying on the ground.

He felt a little numb in his legs.

"I'm wounded!"

Langsen yelled and began to inform his team leader of his injuries.

"How's the injury?!"

"It's okay! I guess it was just a little bit of debris that hurt my foot..."

The aisle was dusty and visibility was even lower.

Before Langsen finished speaking, a cluster of sparks suddenly flashed from the smoke.

puff--

The typical sound of a silenced pistol being fired.

Langsen groaned and fell completely silent.

The team leader who had just gotten up not far away felt that every hair on his crew cut stood up.

He was sure that the shot was not fired by Langsen.

It’s Song Heping!

He didn't bother to ask or check Langsen's injuries.

He's done.

The team leader is very clear about this.

After the explosion, Song Heping actually rushed directly to the corridor on the first floor and shot and killed Langsen, who had just escaped.

He raised his gun frantically and fired continuously at the dust in front of him that had not yet dispersed.

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The dense bullets from the MP7 rained down like raindrops.

Just as the captain was about to leave the building while shooting, he suddenly heard the sound of iron lumps rolling under his feet.

"Grenade!"

His scalp was numb again.

With almost no thought, running was the only option.

In such a narrow corridor, even if you are not killed by the shrapnel, you will be half killed by the shock.

boom--

Just as the team leader rushed out of the building entrance, a violent explosion was heard behind him.

Dust, stone chips and debris rushed out of the corridor more than a meter away.

The team leader got up from the ground, thankful that he reacted quickly enough to escape the danger. Before he could redeploy his position, he suddenly heard a whistle from upstairs.

The kind of whistle that sounds like a gangster whistling to tease a girl.

The team leader's blood coagulated on the spot.

He slowly raised his head, sweat oozing from his palms.

You should raise your gun at this time.

But if you raise your gun you will die!

But if you don't raise your gun, you'll die...

When he looked up, he saw the oriental face.

Song Heping was on the second floor, standing behind the corridor fence and looking at him coldly.

This type of fence is common in old-style houses, and the street level on the first floor can be seen through the gaps.

"Damn it!"

The team leader gritted his teeth and cursed softly.

Maybe he was scolding himself.