Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 695: One Man's Crazy Breakout

This is almost the standard assessment process for rapid shooting.

The two sides engaged in close combat, and the other side must have determined that they were the target.

You need to take action before the other party, otherwise you will be dead.

Definitely fast!
Relatively accurate!
Song Heping didn't hesitate, he drew his gun and shot.

The speed of more than one second from drawing the gun to firing when I was in the special forces played an extremely important role now.

Puff puff--

As the other party pulled the pistol out of his clothes, Song Heping's bullets were already there.

The bullet pierced three holes in the chest.

all hit!

The unexpected happened.

Even after being shot three times, the opponent seemed to be only slightly shocked and stepped back, but did not fall to the ground and die immediately.

Bulletproof vest!
Song Heping reacted quickly and moved to the left at high speed - there was a street intersection on the left, which was a cross street.

If there is one, there must be two.

If there is an enemy in front of you, there will definitely be a second one.

You can't go towards the opponent, it will be a disadvantage!

Sudden situations are the greatest test of a special forces soldier's reaction and personal qualities.

An important factor in determining whether one can become a top special forces soldier is one's on-the-spot reaction ability.

Stay calm and decisive in the face of danger.

These are all essential qualities for special forces soldiers.

The bearded CIA agent was actually a Watchman.

His orders were to quickly move towards the Hamra district from his defensive position and search for Song Heping along the way. Once he was found, he was to send a message immediately and shoot the target as quickly as possible.

This is a kill order.

Kelly already regarded Song Heping as an extremely dangerous person.

No living people, just corpses.

This is her most urgent thought now.

If we can deal with Song Heping, this mess can be cleaned up.

Otherwise, it will cause endless harm.

Puff puff--

The bearded man started firing several shots at Song Heping while retreating.

But Song Heping had already started moving, and there were still several tourists and pedestrians between the two of them.

The bullet grazed the pedestrians.

Soon, some unlucky guy was shot.

A European tourist screamed. He covered his shoulder, looked at the blood coming out of his hand, and screamed as if he saw a ghost.

The situation got out of control.

Beirut's location is extremely sensitive.

In recent years, various attacks have finally subsided slightly.

But the scars and memories of the past still remain in everyone's heart.

The street gunfight at this moment instantly brought the surrounding local merchants, vendors and locals back to the horrific years of the past.

Everyone was screaming and running around in panic, like headless flies.

Song Heping fired first to buy himself some time.

When the other party started to fight back, they shot a passerby again.

During the second rapid shooting, Song Heping did not give the opponent any chance and shot him in the head with two shots.

puff-

The bearded man had just aimed his gun and had not yet pulled the trigger when he had already eaten two peanuts.

Blood and brain matter spurted out from his forehead, splashing all over the faces and bodies of the passers-by around him.

A woman knelt on the ground with blood all over her face, screaming hysterically. She touched her face several times before she realized that it was not her own brain.

Song Heping has moved to the street corner.

He couldn't tell whether there were any other accomplices behind the bearded man.

However, he vaguely saw two men in their thirties rushing towards him from the chaotic crowd not far away.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

In this situation, any normal person would flee the scene of the firefight.

Going against the grain means this is no ordinary person.

Song Heping already knew what was going on, and without hesitation he rushed into the side street, following the panicked crowd and running westward.

After running for 500 meters, the situation ahead seemed to stabilize.

The people around may not know what happened on the street just now. They are strolling leisurely in the street where the lights are just coming on.

This is a street selling local specialties. There are small shops on both sides. Many vendors display their goods on long tables and keep shouting to attract customers.

Song Heping turned the canvas bag in front of him, placed the gun in one hand behind the bag, and used the bag to block his view.

After all, if you run around with a gun in your hand, people who see you will look sideways and attract their attention. And putting the bag in front of you can also serve as a bulletproof tool, which may save your life.

There was a huge crowd of people in front of him. Song Heping walked in the narrow pedestrian street. The smell of various foods, Arabic hookahs, spices and other commodities wafted around him, mixed with the strong body odor of the European tourists around him, making people feel suffocated.

Suddenly, several military police appeared in front of us, running hurriedly towards the scene of the previous incident.

The crowd made way and the tourists looked at the scene in amazement, not knowing what serious incident had occurred.

Song Heping hurried to the street stalls and pretended to look down at the local specialties to avoid a face-to-face encounter with the soldiers and police. The soldiers and police finally left and ran away.

The tourists seemed to have returned to silence.

On the stall in front of Song Heping were some saffron and some boxes with Arabic-style carvings, some made of wood, some copper, and some tin. However, these all looked new and did not look like antiques with a sense of history. They were probably bought wholesale by wholesalers here from the Yiwu Small Commodities Market in China.

Taking this opportunity, Song Heping began to observe the surrounding terrain and prepare the next breakout plan.

At present, there are probably CIA agents everywhere around this block. The most terrible thing now is that Song Heping doesn't know whether they are cooperating with the intelligence agency of Libanen or the Mossad of the Hoopoe.

Once Mossad gets involved, things will get very troublesome.

These guys have first-rate penetration and execution capabilities in the East. After years of operation, they have already established deep roots, and no one knows how many secret agents they have.

They will cause a lot of trouble to their evacuation plan.

He lowered his head and pretended to select goods, but his eyes were secretly observing his surroundings. When his fingertips just touched the tin box of saffron, the hair on the back of his neck suddenly stood up and his nose twitched violently.

A hint of gun oil wafts through the spice market's distinctive mixed aromas.

The smell of gun oil is ingrained in every soldier.

I started learning how to clean my gun a month after joining the army, and then I cleaned it every year, every month, and every day. The gun is like my lover, and gun oil is as indispensable as salt in cooking.

"grass!"

Song Heping cursed in his heart.

He knew that his surroundings were definitely not safe anymore.

Three meters away, a nut vendor wearing a white hat with thick knuckles was bargaining with a customer in Turkish, but the skin exposed by his cuffs was dazzlingly white.

In the basket carried by the old woman in black robe on the left front, the handle of the copper pot reflected an unnatural cold metallic light.

Song Heping slowly pulled out the hand hidden behind his backpack and his eyes fell on an antique bronze mirror on the stall. The image reflected in the mirror was three young men in football jerseys who were surrounding him in a fan-shaped formation. One of them had a bulge on his ear with a wire connected to it, which was a typical hidden headset for special agents.

Puff puff--

Just half a second before the other party drew his gun and shot, Song Heping leaped forward like a tiger and made a tactical roll forward.

The enemy's first bullet shattered the clay pot containing cumin, sending brown smoke and dust billowing into the air. Song Heping dove and rolled in the rain of spices, firing continuously from his Glock 17 pistol.

Saffron and bullets bloomed in the air at the same time, and blood beads like pomegranate seeds splashed out from the white-hat killer's eyebrows.

A woman in black robes took out two stun grenades from the copper pot in front of her and threw them over. Song Heping kicked the hookah table in front of him away and fell directly on the stun grenades.

bang——

bang——

Many people around covered their ears and collapsed to the ground.

However, Song Heping had already rushed into the kitchen of the spice shop amid the explosion.

The bullet followed his footsteps and carved a crescent-shaped hole in the lime wall. The olive oil barrel beside him was pierced, and the yellowish-brown liquid wrapped around the bullet head meandered on the ground and splashed all over Song Heping.

After running into the store, he pulled off the drying sheep casings and wrapped them around the door handle. When he turned around, he saw a man not far away rushing towards the front door with a shotgun.

Without hesitation, he jumped onto the beam with his pickle jar. The steel balls fired from the shotgun made the door into a honeycomb, and the bottles and jars of pickled cucumbers, pickled chickpeas and pickled olives in the shop were hit by the iron sand, and the juice flew everywhere.

"He's in the pickle and sauce shop, blast the door open!"

There was an American-accented English shout from outside the door.

Song Heping took out a grenade from his backpack, pulled out the safety pin, and listened to the crisp sound of pottery shards being crushed by his military boots.

bang——

bang——

The guy holding the shotgun fired wildly, quickly turning the wooden door of the store into rubble. The goods in the store were shattered by the penetrating shotgun shells, and juices and powders of various colors were scattered all over the floor, like an oil painting from hell.

When the shadow spread over the crack in the door and the enemy was approaching, Song Heping released the spring of the grenade, counted to two seconds, and threw it into the doorway.

The grenade, which had been delayed for two seconds, rolled on the ground, and it took more than a second from being thrown to landing. It exploded less than a second after it landed.

boom--

The blast blew away an entire earthen wall, and shrill screams were heard in the smoke. The blast rushed into the shop, filling the air with dust and spice powder.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Song Heping rushed into the spice warehouse behind the shop over the rubble. Outside the door, those who were not injured in the explosion fired wildly inside. The bullets passed through the tattered wooden door, and the cinnamon sticks and bay leaves in the store flew in the trajectory. The air turned into a spicy orange-yellow color, and it made the nose itchy and made people want to sneeze.

Song Heping encountered the owner's family in the warehouse. He hid in the corner holding his daughter and shivering.

I have to say, he is the most innocent.

Song Heping nodded at him and continued running without saying anything.

No time for apologies.

I will have the chance to send them some money in the future as compensation for their losses!
Passed through the warehouse and entered another house.

Now Song Heping is rushing forward in the west.

No plan.

No plan can keep up with change.

All decisions are made on the spot.

No assessments or predictions.

Too late!
It’s too late!
It doesn’t matter!

Not important at all!
Run for your life!

Evacuate!

This is the key!
The breathing began to become heavier.

Suddenly, footsteps were heard overhead.

Many of the houses and shops here are simply built, with iron sheets or cheap colored steel tiles on top, which make a horrible creaking sound when people step on them.

The pursuer's footsteps echoed on the iron roof. Song Heping suddenly stopped, hid in the corner of the room and listened attentively. When the sound got closer, he suddenly raised the muzzle of his gun and fired half a magazine.

Puff puff puff puff——

After a burst of shooting, screams were heard from the rooftop, followed by the sound of something heavy falling...

(End of this chapter)