Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 697: Fight in the Container Area

At this time, alarms sounded in the Beirut port area.

After killing the Mossad agents in the two SUVs, Song Heping turned around and walked to the car that was not damaged by the explosion, and reached out to pull the trunk.

The car was damaged, locked and not opened.

He raised his hand and fired two shots at the lock, opening the door roughly and simply.

The trunk was full of individual equipment, just as he expected.

He quickly put on various individual supplies...

Submachine guns, bullets, grenades.

There are also combat vests, bulletproof plates...

Now that things have gotten out of hand, I can't handle it with just the Glock 17 in my hand. I must be armed to the teeth to have a chance of survival.

After getting his equipment and preparing his rucksack, Song Heping looked up at the night sky, raised his middle finger, pointed it at the sky, and made a mouthful of something:

"FUCK! Come on, bastard!"

He knew that the drone controller must have pointed the camera at him and read his lips.

But he doesn't care.

What he wanted now was to lure all the CIA and Mossad to him.

This was the tactical plan he originally formulated.

Kelly wants to go fishing.

Song Heping offered himself as a fish.

But behind Kelly there was an alligator.

After taking the equipment and taunting the drone, Song Heping turned and ran towards the container area of ​​the dock, which was connected to the south gate. The container area could conceal his whereabouts as much as possible, making it easier for him to fight against Mossad's superior forces.

Everything I was most worried about happened.

As expected, Mossad intervened in the incident at the request of the CIA.

The hoopoe is indeed a good father to Americans.

When his son is in trouble, of course the father has to help.

Rusty red containers formed a steel maze in the twilight. Song Heping's back was pressed against the cold metal wall, and his right fingertips gently stroked the diamond-shaped anti-slip pattern of the MP5 submachine gun.

The salty sea breeze blew across the unhealed abrasion behind his ear, bringing a burning sting, but the pain made his pupils contract even more sharply - at the twelve o'clock position, a half-black shadow flashed across the vent on the top of the third row of containers.

He counted his heartbeats and waited.

When the second shadow appeared at three o'clock, a submachine gun suddenly emerged from under the armpit, and three bursts of fire tore through the humid air.

Screams were heard as the container fell from the top of a fifteen-meter-high container, hitting the concrete floor with a dull thud.

Almost simultaneously, gunfire erupted from three directions, and tracer bullets plowed dazzling grooves on the surface of the container.

"Seven-man team crossfire." Song Heping rolled into the shadows, close to the ground, bullets chasing his heels and gnawing at the ground.

He ripped open the side pocket of his tactical vest, and the safety pins of two grenades flew off at the same time.

He let the two grenades stay in his palms for a second longer, until he caught a glimpse of the green light of the night vision goggles flashing through the gap in the container on the left. Then he threw the grenades accurately, letting them roll accurately to the enemy's feet.

This is not difficult to do.

When practicing accurate grenade throwing, Song and Heping's hands were swollen several times.

Now, all the skills I learned come in handy.

The moment the rain of steel balls exploded in the enclosed space, Song Heping had already crashed into the container aisle opposite.

Mossad's operatives have high tactical skills.

But they had never seen such a desperate style of play.

Song Heping threw the grenade too close!

If there is any carelessness, even the slightest mistake, he will be in trouble!
The cramped container storage area offered no chance for shelter, and several agents were blown away. Hiding behind a corner of a container, Song Heping heard the dull thud of bodies hitting metal sheets from outside, and a Mossad agent stumbled into the container. The blast outside would have shaken his internal organs to the point of dislocation, as if his soul were about to leave his body.

But subconsciously, he continued to chase Song Heping and ran towards the container where Song Heping had entered.

I thought Song Heping had already escaped, but I didn't expect that he was just around the corner and almost bumped into me.

The two men were almost face to face, less than a meter apart.

He wanted to raise the MP5 submachine gun in his hand and fire fiercely to kill the ghost-like enemy in front of him.

But Song Heping was faster, and his silenced pistol had already pierced the gunman's throat.

puff-

Blood spurted from the neck and back of the head. The body of the Mossad agent fell to his knees and slowly slid to the ground next to the container.

The container aisle suddenly fell silent, with only the sound of blood dripping onto the ground.

Song Heping's temples were throbbing, and he could smell a strange mixture of diesel and fresh brain matter.

The tactical boots carefully avoided the bullet casings on the ground, but at the fifth step, he stepped on something soft - half of a finger with a wedding ring on it, and the broken end was still twitching nervously.

Obviously, this was the work of the two grenades just now...

Once a close-range CQB fight gets into a tangle, it is more brutal than outdoor combat.

“Three minutes.”

He glanced at his watch, the blue light of the LCD screen illuminating the tense lines of his jaw. The whirring of an encrypted channel echoed through his headset, the agreed-upon countdown.

If I delay for a few more minutes, the disaster star will take action...

I'm afraid Kelly's men have all been sent here to hunt me down.

If this is true, this woman's life is probably half over.

Suddenly, there was a dense sound of footsteps on the top of the container, like a pack of wolves running wildly on the iron sheet.

Song Heping gently took out a stun grenade, gently pulled off the pull ring, and then moved forward carefully along the container, trying not to make any noise.

These people will definitely rush to the explosion point, so all I have to do is wait on the road they must pass.

Finally, when the footsteps reached a distance of more than ten meters from him, the stun grenade in Song Heping's hand flew into the air, and the delayed fuse exploded two meters from the top of the container.

After the dazzling white light, he saw six figures wearing gas masks screaming and breaking formation. Some of them were holding submachine guns and firing randomly at the surroundings, relying entirely on their feelings to shoot blindly to ensure their own safety.

The roller-delayed recoil system of the MP5 showed its superiority in continuous shooting. Song Heping moved himself back calmly like a cheetah, with the MP5 submachine gun in his hand always aimed upwards.

When the head of the first Mossad operative appeared in his sight, Song Heping pulled the trigger without hesitation and delivered a fatal shot.

The guy screamed and then fell silent. His body rolled down from the top of the box and fell heavily to the ground.

Song Heping then fired two short bursts of shots to send away the two people who were trying to climb down the container. It was not difficult to do this.

The other party was affected by the stun grenade at this time, and his vision and reaction were quite slow, but he himself was like a cunning god of death, circling around the containers and sending them to where they should go one by one.

But as with everything, there are always unexpected things.

Even Song Heping is no exception.

During the fourth burst of shooting, the bullet jammed!
This really surprised Song Heping.

The MP5 submachine gun, always known for its stability, jammed?!

This is simply unbelievable!
There was just a slight pause, and a Mossad agent on the box had already reacted and aimed his gun at Song Heping's position!

At the same time, a string of dark red flames spurted out from the muzzle.

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He poured bullets at Song Heping without hesitation.

(End of this chapter)