Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 696: One Man’s Crazy Breakout (2)

Pass--

One of the pursuers actually rolled down from the roof to the door, and just when Song Heping was about to rush out, he fell less than two meters in front of him.

Both sides were stunned for a moment.

The other person was shot twice, but he is not dead yet.

When he saw Song Heping, he was dizzy and wanted to raise his gun to shoot.

Song Heping didn't give him a chance and fired two shots to send him away.

Then quickly change the magazine.

He likes the Glock 17. Regardless of its performance, the magazine capacity is sufficient.

Both sides were killing like crazy.

The people on the roof were obviously aware that Song Heping had discovered their tracks, and then they began to sweep wildly at the house below through the colored steel tiles.

This kind of massacre-like attack that completely disregards the consequences will actually have no effect and will only cause more innocent casualties.

Everyone was furious.

The CIA agents who were tracking Song Heping never imagined that so many people couldn't even trap or kill one person.

Song Heping knew that his life was hanging by a thread. If he made even the slightest mistake, he would die in a foreign land.

"Where did he go?! Who saw him?!"

Soon, the "watchers" lost track of Song Heping in the messy group of bungalows.

This is like catching a mouse through a sewer cover. The mouse is running around in the sewer, and the people above can only work in vain and get nothing.

After running for an unknown amount of time, Song Heping's eyes suddenly became clear again.

It turned out to be a street full of bright lights.

He immediately looked around and made a judgment based on his memory of wandering around during the day.

The direction of the breakout was correct.

This is Hazenim Street, which is close to the pier. Just continue west and you will see the pier in four blocks.

But of course not at the dock.

The boarding point has been agreed upon, at a remote small fisherman's wharf, where a small boat will come to pick us up and then take us to the big ship.

Song Heping was still the same. He hid his gun-holding hand behind his canvas backpack, lowered his head and walked quickly across the street to the other side.

He had to cross the intersection ahead, then turn right into another street on the left, and walk along that street to reach the beach.

This section of the journey seemed to be very smooth, with no pursuers to disturb us.

Song Heping hurried along the wall beside the street.

This place is very close to the seaside, and you can see the huge oil storage tanks and crane tops from a distance.

Song Heping walked along the port wall to a remote place. He planned to enter the port and walk along the coastline. The probability of being discovered was lower than walking on the road outside.

A two-meter-high wall was a piece of cake for Song Heping.

At a remote wall, Song Heping easily climbed over into the port area.

Some places in the port area are very quiet, but the busy areas are the cargo yards in the port area.

Song Heping walked through remote places. Occasionally, a truck passed by, and its huge wheels rolled over the concrete ground, making a harsh friction sound.

Passing an intersection, just when Song Heping thought he had gotten rid of those annoying CIA agents, he suddenly heard the roar of an engine. On the right side of the intersection, two black Chevrolets were speeding towards him, running over the rotten dates that had fallen from a truck on the road.

"grass!"

Seeing the speed and direction of the two cars, he knew that these were people who were coming to take his life.

No need to say more.

He pulled out his pistol and fired repeatedly at the car.

Puff puff--

Puff puff--

Glass shards flew from the windshield, and spider-web bullet holes appeared on the glass.

The two Chevrolets dodged quickly, turned the steering wheel sharply and drove towards the container area on the side of the road, and drove behind the container to avoid the bullets shot by Song Heping.

Song Heping was too lazy to engage in a protracted war with them.

We are weak and not suitable for a head-on fight. The best strategy is to annihilate the enemy through movement.

He turned and ran as fast as he could towards the warehouse area.

His heart roared like an engine with the accelerator pressed fully, and Song Heping felt like it was about to jump out of his chest.

Today's physical exertion is very great.

I went shopping and observed the terrain during the day, and was chased all the way to the present day at night.

If it weren't for his strong physical fitness, he would have been beaten into a hornet's nest by the crowd and would have been unable to run.

How did the other party get here?

There is no time to think about this now.

However, the CIA's powerful tracking capabilities still made Song Heping feel great pressure.

Taking advantage of the ten seconds or so after the agents in the two cars went around the container, Song Heping had already run into the warehouse area.

The warehouses at the docks are huge and filled with all kinds of goods.

He quickly closed the huge warehouse door and locked it.

However, the first pursuer arrived soon and fired wildly at the iron gate.

The bullet penetrated the iron gate and hit the pile of cargo, splashing a lot of red dust.

It was only then that Song Heping realized that he had really come to the wrong place.

The bags of goods in the warehouse turned out to be chili powder!

The punctured pockets ignited the chili dust, and the small space instantly turned into purgatory.

"Oh shit!"

Song Heping quickly took out his field scarf and covered himself with it. Taking advantage of the opportunity when the other party stopped shooting to change the magazine, he put the pistol on the bullet hole and pulled the trigger repeatedly to fire blindly outwards.

There was a muffled groan outside the door, and someone fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The people outside the door shouted when they saw this, but Song Heping couldn't understand what they were saying!

But it does sound a bit like Hebrew. Could it be Mossad!?
This bastard from America finally couldn't help but ask his father for help!
The warehouse was filled with chili powder, which caused Song Heping a lot of trouble. Fortunately, the field scarf isolated some of the polluted air, so he didn't choke to death.

But it is no longer advisable to stay here for long.

Song Heping hurriedly looked for the back door.

But none was found.

Looking up, I saw a row of windows on the top of the warehouse, which seemed to be for ventilation.

He quickly retreated a distance, took a running start and climbed onto the pile of goods. He soon reached the window, looked outside, and found no enemy.

It is estimated that there are only two cars of people arriving here at this moment. Now that they have been exposed, it seems that this place will soon be surrounded by a large number of agents.

What troubled him most was that the port area had been controlled, which probably meant that the other party had guessed where to evacuate.

Mossad's intelligence capabilities in this area cover both black and white, and the waterway they use is probably also a secret channel for smuggling or smuggling groups.

With Mossad's reconnaissance capabilities, they are very likely to know his whereabouts and guess his escape route.

Song Heping jumped out of the window and landed on the ground, rolling over. The salty sea breeze blew in his face.

He ran towards the dock.

There's a loading area over there, maybe we can get a car or something, it's better than our two legs.

He hadn't run far when his whereabouts were quickly exposed.

“He’s heading towards the dock!”

The trackers informed each other of Song Heping's location in the channel.

"This guy is too fierce! Be careful! If you see him, just shoot him. Don't underestimate him. Several people from the CIA have died and they still haven't caught him!"

The port cranes crouched in the twilight like steel behemoths, and figures flickered on the deck of the rusty freighter.

Song Heping finally saw a Renault car parked next to the nearby cargo yard office. The office was brightly lit. It was estimated that a ship would be loading cargo overnight, and the people at the dock were working overtime.

He quickly got into the Renault sedan parked at the corner of the building. The hood was still warm - this car might have belonged to a port worker in the building just a dozen minutes ago, but now he had nothing to do with the other party.

He stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel quickly.

The Renault sedan did a tailspin, then turned and headed south towards the port area.

Several cars appeared in the rearview mirror.

Song Heping glanced at it, slammed his hand on the steering wheel, and then glanced up at the sky.

It must be a drone.

It is not known whether it carries ground-to-ground missiles.

If I had brought ground-attack missiles, my life would be in danger.

But then I thought again, I thought maybe they didn’t bring any missiles.

Sometimes, in order to increase the range and cruise time, the CIA will reduce the number of weapons carried or even carry no weapons, and use it only for surveillance and reconnaissance purposes.

What's more, this is an absolutely sensitive area. Openly using drones to attack ground targets here will be regarded as violating the airspace of other countries. Especially since there are many UN peacekeeping forces deployed here, it will be hyped up as international news.

Song Heping wiped the sweat from his forehead.

He was soaked all over.

It is not easy for one person to break out of the encirclement created by a group of agents.

But at least he felt relieved that Kelly really thought highly of him.

With so many people mobilized, the number of mobile personnel she should keep by her side has reached the minimum.

This means that the chances of Disaster Star and his men successfully launching a sneak attack are greatly increased.

Dangdangdang——

Dangdangdang——

The bullet chased the car's taillights, splashing sparks on the breakwater, and a strange purple flame suddenly lit up in the rearview mirror.

The agents in the two SUVs behind finally couldn't help it. Someone leaned out half of his body and fired wildly at the Renault sedan with a submachine gun.

Song Heping grabbed the steering wheel with one hand and took out a white phosphorus grenade from the canvas bag next to him with the other hand. After pulling the safety, he glanced at the rearview mirror, estimated the time and distance of the explosion, then released the shrapnel, waited for a second, and gently let it out of the car.

He specifically asked Afanti to prepare white phosphorus bombs for him.

After all, I am going to the meeting alone, so it would be useful for me to bring white phosphorus bombs.

Either kill yourself or commit suicide.

bang——

White phosphorus bombs exploded in the darkness like fireworks.

The car behind was caught off guard and collided head-on with the white "fireworks".

The white phosphorus fell on the car and burned with a sizzling sound, like steel bugs gnawing at the sheet metal, and soon ignited the vehicle.

The lead car caught fire, flipped over, and after several somersaults, it landed on its back.

The rear car crashed into the front car with a loud bang and finally stopped. The water tank burst and sprayed water, and steaming water mist was everywhere.

Song Heping braked, stopped the car, and got out in one go.

He held the pistol in his hand and shot as he walked, directly turning the windshield of the car behind him into a sieve.

After using up one magazine, he quickly replaced it with a new one, took out a grenade and threw it into the upside-down car in front.

bang——

The already battered car in front suffered another fatal blow.

No one inside will survive.

After more than ten seconds, Song Heping had circled around the side of the car behind and began to slowly approach the vehicle.

There was a wound on his left cheek, and it was bleeding.

That was the scratch I got when I jumped out of the window just now, and there was no time to deal with it.

After licking the blood from the corner of his mouth, Song Heping slowly checked the back seat and saw two people lying in the front seat. There seemed to be some kind of tattoo on their exposed arms.

He slowly approached and walked to the co-pilot seat, looking through the window where the glass was no longer there, and finally saw the tattoo on the pursuer's right arm - a two-headed snake wrapped around a dagger, the mark of the Mossad special operations team.

The agent was already dying, his body covered in blood, but he still struggled to reach out to the car door, where he had placed his gun.

bah—

Song Heping shot him in the head and killed him.

(End of this chapter)