Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 706: A Desperate and Dirty Trick
Tel Aviv Kiryat Military Base

"Yage! The guy surnamed Song slipped away from the airport!"

As soon as the call was connected, Pence couldn't wait to start questioning.

"What did you promise me?! You said he'd be courting death if he took a civilian flight? And you told me how many people you had stationed near the airport?!"

"Pence, you're serious! He ran away from the airport?!"

Yager Cohen quickly ran to the big screen and stared at the surveillance footage that was divided into twelve parts.

"Look at the B22 gate, the replay of that Russian airline's gate! Damn it! He boarded from there!"

"Quick, show me the replay of B22..."

Yager patted the technician in front of him on the shoulder and asked Pence: "The video from a few minutes ago?!"

"What do you mean a few minutes?! Twenty minutes have already passed, and they took off! My technicians used image analysis technology and found that the back image is a 98% match! It's definitely him!"

In the video, a playback of footage from Beirut Airport shows an Asian-looking man passing through the boarding gate with a fresh scar on his face.

The more Yager looked, the more frightened he became.

It really is!
"Your people can't even tell who he is standing right in front of you?! Are they all pigs?!" Pence's voice came over the radio waves: "Now that Russian iron coffin has climbed to 8,000 meters, sitting on it is our common little troublemaker."

Jager pressed a black button on the console, and twenty tactical screens lit up simultaneously. "The An-148 has a maximum range of kilometers..."

He pulled up a three-dimensional flight map. Tehran's virtual flight path was covered in blood red, now under the surveillance of a Hoopoe Air Force patrol aircraft. "Their medical charter flight request is to Egypt."

After a pause, he said:
"Deputy Director Pence, you have to find a way to detain them now! Notify the Cairo authorities and tell them there's a terrorist on their plane. Request that they be detained after landing, and then negotiate to have them arrested."

"Are you crazy? It's a lie to put that accusation on him! What's fake can never be true. If we can still do it in Europe, we don't have such a long reach in Egypt. And he dared to fly there. Do you think there's no Persian force behind him to help him?! Do you think Cairo will hand them over to us?! If we notify them, it's the same as telling them that we've been keeping an eye on Song and know his whereabouts!"

"This won't work, that won't work, so what do you say we should do?!"

Yager was a little unhappy.

"Are we supposed to send fighter jets to shoot them down now?!"

There was silence on the phone.

Neither of them spoke.

About thirty seconds later, a sinister voice came from Pence's end: "That's not impossible..."

"what?!"

Yager felt as if he was standing in front of a cunning devil who kept tempting him to make crazy decisions.

"Think about your Black Hunt Order! If you can't kill him, how will you ever intimidate others? Besides our help, what's the foundation of your nation that has allowed you to gain a foothold in East Z?!"

"ruthless!"

Yager squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"I know what to do."

"Well, don't worry. If something does happen, we'll provide support." Pence's voice was as cold as if it had been pulled from an ice cellar. "At worst, we can organize an investigation team to look into it, but the final conclusion will definitely be nothing."

"Okay, let's do it!"

Eastern Mediterranean airspace.

When Song Heping opened his eyes in the third row of business class, the cabin was shaking slightly.

Through the porthole, you can see ice crystals on the end of the wing, and the moonlight flows in silver streams on the metal skin.

The rustle of Russian conversation came from the front cabin. A flight attendant pushed a food cart past him, and the coffee in the stainless steel pot made small ripples.

My right chest still aches slightly.

But being able to leave the fence gate made me feel a lot more relaxed.

"Would you like some painkillers?"

Jiang Feng lowered his voice and kept his left hand on his waist.

Hidden in the luggage rack above their seats was Ghost's emergency kit, a military-grade first aid kit.

Song Heping shook his head and stroked the cover of the certificate with his fingertips.

The gold-plated words "International Medical Rescue Organization" reflected slightly under the reading light, and his name on the personal information page became "Chen Zhiyuan".

When the Russian-language announcement came over the radio that they had left the airspace of the Rhineland and were about to enter the international airspace of the Mediterranean Sea, he suddenly grabbed the handrail - a shiver from the battlefield instinct climbed up his spine.

Tel Aviv.

An underground command post
Six signal analysts looked up at the same time, and strange waveforms were jumping on the spectrum analyzers in front of them.

Jager opened his collar and stared at the plane flying through the clouds on the screen. "Tell the boys in the 69th Squadron that it's time to give the Russians' second-hand plane a physical inspection. Don't make big moves, do the work carefully."

Twenty kilometers away, two MiG-29 "Fulcrum" fighter jets tore through the night.

On pilot David's head-up display, the green triangle representing the passenger plane was flashing.

"About to enter guaranteed hit range."

"Command confirmed, free to fire."

"clear."

The dialogue was conducted in Hebrew.

In other words, these two pilots are actually pilots of the Hoopoe Air Force.

But they were flying two MiG-29 Soviet fighter jets.

The MiG-29 is a classic fighter jet used by the Soviet Union and Eastern European nations in the waning days of the Cold War. Lesser known is that in the 90s, the Hoopoe obtained several MiG-29s through clandestine channels and deployed them against American fighters to better understand their opponents' capabilities. In the mid-90s, Persia and Siliya, two of the Hoopoe's most formidable rivals, began receiving MiG-29s, significantly boosting their air-to-air combat capabilities and creating a sense of crisis within the Hoopoe military.

Therefore, after consultation with the former Warsaw Pact members, the Hoopoe military introduced at least three MiG-1997s from the Big Popo family in the spring of 3, and then launched a series of tests on them.

Before this, the Hoopoe had actually obtained the MiG-21 and MiG-23. Most of these aircraft were captured or defected. Therefore, their military secretly hid a batch of Soviet fighter jets.

Of course, in an occasion like today, using the MiG-29 to shoot down civilian aviation is also the best choice.

After receiving confirmation from their superiors, the two pilots controlled the plane to slowly catch up with and approach the An-148 passenger plane.

The pilot opened the safety and entered a state of readiness to launch. Several R-73 air-to-air missiles hanging under the wings flashed a cold light under the starlight.

When the distance between the two sides reached 13 kilometers, it meant that they had entered the inescapable range of the R-73 missile.

The pilot looked at the instrument panel, then at the screen, and suddenly turned on the radar lock function.

Drop drop-

Drop drop-

Soon, the locking device sounded a warning, indicating that the An-148 technology in front had been locked...

"A1 launch."

"A2 launch."

"observe."

"near……"

An-148 cockpit

The co-pilot suddenly took off his headphones and said, "Antonov, there are fighter jets approaching at seven o'clock."

Captain Antonov glanced at the radar screen and saw two red dots approaching at high speed.

His pupils contracted rapidly, and a layer of sweat with the smell of alcohol appeared on his forehead. He suddenly grabbed the radio: "This is Russian Birch Aviation RA-61735. We have a legal flight permit."

At this time, he was still thinking about revealing his identity, thinking that his identity was misjudged because he passed through some sensitive airspace.

However, he soon discovered that his calls were of no use.

The two missiles were still approaching rapidly.

At this speed, the plane will be hit in less than ten seconds!
"Sokka! They're going to kill us!"

Co-pilot Igor screamed.

Antonov shouted: "No one can take lives from Russian pilots!"

Of course, there is actually a second half to this sentence - except themselves.

"Lower altitude! Hold on tight! Igor, tell everyone to prepare for impact!"

After saying this, he pushed the joystick hard, and the An-148 passenger plane dived rapidly towards the sea like a hunting hawk.

In the cabin, everyone instantly felt a sense of stalling, as if they were on a roller coaster and suddenly dived downward.

"what--"

"Oh, God!"

"what happened!"

"What happened?!"

Inside the cabin, the passengers were in chaos and screams were heard everywhere.

"Old squad leader, what's going on?!"

Jiang Feng immediately fastened his seat belt and asked Song Heping in a slightly nervous tone.

"No need to ask, it's a hoopoe." Song Heping calmly fastened his safety belt and glanced at the sea outside: "Fuck! These psychos are so bold!"

Jiang Feng asked curiously, "Are you saying that the Hoopoe sent its air force to hunt us down?!"

Song Heping nodded: "Actually, to be more precise, they are hunting me down. It's a black hunt."

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light flashed in the night outside the porthole.

bang——

The entire plane shook violently, and a groaning sound of twisted metal could be heard from the luggage compartment.

"Uuuuuu——"

Some people in the cabin had already started crying.

Song Heping smelled a faint burnt smell.

"The plane encountered strong turbulence," the Russian voice on the radio trembled. "Passengers, please fasten your seat belts."

Song Heping's nails dug into his palms.

This is at an altitude of several thousand meters.

I can't do anything.

Everything is up to fate.

"As long as I'm not dead, just wait and see!"

He gritted his teeth and roared in his heart.

(End of this chapter)