Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 710 Must die

14:00 Tel Aviv time.

The air in Mossad's underground command center was filled with the bitter aroma of iced Americano.

Yager projected the satellite photos onto the bulletproof glass curtain wall, and infrared imaging showed four orange-red figures moving along the coastline.

“The Diamond Corridor is 11.3 kilometers wide.”

The tactical analyst tapped the holographic sandbox, and seven red paths immediately lit up on the three-dimensional terrain map.

"It is recommended to activate the 'Scorpion Tail Sting' protocol."

"agree."

Yager stroked the cold barrel of the HK416 placed on the table. The gun had the latest AN/PEQ-15 laser designator installed on its rail.

He remembered the instructions that came from the encrypted channel twenty hours ago - an encrypted message sent by CIA Deputy Director Pence himself, with only one sentence - completely erase, leaving no trace.

The MiG-29 did indeed shoot down the An-148 passenger plane.

According to common sense, no one would survive.

But later surveillance images showed that although the plane was seriously damaged, it successfully made an emergency landing on the sea near the Sinai Peninsula, and thermal scanning found that there were people alive!

After a night of tracking, the CIA shared the latest satellite surveillance footage, some of which shocked Yager so much that he threw his coffee cup.

He clearly saw Song Heping and three other people sitting on a huge supply bag. In one of the pictures, Song Heping was looking up at the sky, as if he had foreseen that he or the CIA's spy satellite was monitoring the area.

"He's not dead!"

The words were squeezed out fiercely from between his teeth, and every letter was filled with cannibalistic hatred.

"What the hell is this guy? He can't even be killed?!"

When a person's life is so tough, it is not just a matter of military and physical quality. According to religion, it means that God is blessing him.

This made Yager feel not awe but jealousy, and his desire to kill Song Heping became even stronger.

"I don't believe I can't kill him!"

Fifteen minutes later, a sandstorm stirred up by the rotors of two Black Hawk helicopters obscured the sky over the west bank of the Suez Canal.

Each cabin held four agents wearing AM-95 sand masks. Their combat uniforms had micro-cooling chips sewn into the lining, the latest technology in desert warfare.

According to the plan, three Black Hawks flew close to the sea from the coastline near the Kasbah area and quietly entered the Sinai Peninsula.

The Sinai Peninsula is a sensitive area.

It was once an area fought over by the hoopoes and the Egyptians, where two world-shaking wars took place.

Eventually, the hoopoe successfully occupied the Sinai Peninsula, and finally chose to return it to Egypt in order to defeat the Arab League.

So far, most of the area is not economically developed, most of it is military-controlled area, and the rest is desert.

No one likes to operate there except smugglers.

When the Mossad action team was dispatched to the Sinai Peninsula, on the beach near the El Arish Desert, under the shade of a clump of trees, Song Heping took out his first aid kit, tore open the packet of glucose water inside, and took it to Sarah.

"Jiang Feng, go make a fresh water collector. We need fresh water."

"Okay, I'll do it."

There is plenty of salt water at the seaside, and fresh water is very precious.

Several people had been thirsty all night and needed fresh water.

Fortunately, some fresh water can be obtained through distillation.

Jiang Feng is a professional and he understands.

Antonov dragged a rolled-up tent over and threw it at the edge of the woods.

"If we want to cross the 'Diamond Corridor', we have to go through a long desert area. I think this thing will be useful."

"Of course it works..."

Song Heping knew that having a tent and not having a tent were two different things when crossing the desert.

If you don't want to be a barbecuer, it's best to bring a tent.

Roll this thing up and have three people take turns dragging it. It doesn't take too much time. This type of tent is not heavy and is of good quality.

"What happened to this woman?"

Antonov glanced at Sarah, who was already exhausted.

"Song, I'm not trying to discourage you, but in our current situation, it's probably going to be very difficult to cross the Diamond Corridor with a tent and a woman..."

The "Diamond Corridor" he mentioned is a common name.

In fact, it is a smuggling route from Africa through the Sinai Peninsula into the Hoopoe and the Middle East.

This route is little known.

Because it has not been famous for so many years.

But those who engage in smuggling in Africa and the Middle East know this route.

Originally, this route was used to smuggle gold and diamonds from Africa. The diamond processing industry in the Kingdom of the Hoopoe is well developed, but many African blood diamonds that leave Africa are not only purchased through various agents in Africa under large companies such as De Beers, but also some diamonds that cannot be seen in the light.

Which type of diamond cannot see the light?

Of course, it is the diamonds and gold in the hands of the so-called rebels, dictatorial warlords in the eyes of the West, and extremist armed forces.

These transactions cannot be made openly, at least in Western countries that emphasize political correctness. Such dirty deals must be whitewashed. How to whitewash them?

Of course it's smuggling.

They are transported from Africa to the Kingdom of Hoopoe through the "Diamond Corridor", where they are initially processed and then transferred to Europe. In this way, the bloody things are washed white and enter the warehouse cabinets of some large luxury and jewelry companies in Europe, becoming jewelry that dignitaries at exhibitions flock to and high-end auction items.

Antonov suggested that Song Heping and others go south through the "Diamond Corridor" to Egypt, at least this is the closest route to the border.

Because the Sinai Peninsula is surrounded by the sea on both sides, to the north is the war-torn Balestan, which is still the controlled area of ​​the hoopoe.

So we can only go south.

This is the only way out.

If you meet local residents on the road, you can get some food and water to ensure that you don’t die of thirst.

"I won't abandon my own."

Song Heping lowered his head and slowly poured the glucose solution into Sarah's mouth. After a moment, he stopped and looked back at Antonov: "If you are like this, I will not abandon you."

Antonov was stunned for a moment, then gave a thumbs up: "He's a real man!"

While taking care of Sarah, Song Heping asked Antonov: "Actually, you can go by yourself, why not?"

Antonov shook his head and said, "I'm not that great. I'm not leaving because I'm afraid my chances of surviving the Diamond Corridor alone are slim."

He pointed in the direction of the south.

"Why has the 'Diamond Corridor' been uncontrolled for so many years? Because it's deserted and there's no border troops capable of controlling it."

"How did the smugglers get through?" Song Heping asked.

Antonov said, "Have you ever heard of the Bedouins?"

"The oldest nomadic nation?" Song Heping remembered that he had read about this nation before. They were a typical nomadic nation, active in North Africa and the Middle East. They had no country of their own, wandered everywhere, and lived in the desert. They were also called "desert elves."

If we were to ask who on earth is best able to survive in the desert, it would be the Bedouins.

"That's right. They're the ones who do most of the smuggling," Antonov said. "But they're very belligerent, so it's best not to run into them. They don't like being seen."

"Well, the most important thing for us now is to find water and food." Song Heping said, "I hope to see an oasis."

"I hope so... I haven't been this way either, I just fly here often and have heard about it."

Antonov looked calm and relaxed, lying under the shade of a tree, looking very relaxed and at ease.

Song Heping admires this guy quite a bit.

He remains calm and composed when faced with difficulties, and has the aura of someone who remains unmoved even when faced with a collapse of Mount Tai.

"Antonov, if you get out alive this time, where are you going? Back to the company?"

"I'm not going back," Antonov said. "Although it wasn't my fault, in our industry, any crash is considered a bad record. At least I'll be given a temporary leave to adjust mentally. I'll probably be grounded for a few months while a series of assessments are conducted. I don't have the time for that. I need to find a new job flying for another company."

"I'll offer you a job," said Song Heping.

Antonov turned his head and looked at Song Heping: "You? You have an airline?"

His expression looked surprised.

He had heard that Song Heping was the boss of PMC Company, but he didn't know that he also owned an airline.

"I don't have an airline, but my defense company has aircraft," Song Heping said. "Can you fly the Mi-17 and Su-24?"

"Sukha!" Antonov exclaimed. "You still have Su-24?!"

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, the planes are currently in South America. If you are willing, you can go there to work and help me carry out the mission."

"What mission?" Antonov asked.

"Tell me first, can you fly the Su-24?"

"Of course!" Antonov recalled his glory days. "I was an ace in the army back then, but my salary was too low, so I retired to support my family. I can fly a good job. The Su-24 is too simple, an old-fashioned aircraft. I can also fly the Su-27."

Song Heping smiled and said, "Then come to my company and I'll assign you a position that will definitely earn you more than what you earn at the airline."

After a pause, he added: "But it may involve some wars."

"War?" Antonov's eyes no longer showed surprise, but instead shone with light: "You mean war? Bombing?!"

Song Heping nodded: "Yeah."

He thought Antonov would raise the price or make other demands.

So he added, "The company offers family allowances. You can fly your wife and children to Venezuela every year for a three-month vacation. We have a special forces school there, with staff dormitories, and the conditions are quite good."

He quickly added the company's welfare system.

After all, this is a dangerous thing. Flying passenger and cargo transport and flying fighter jets to carry out missions are two different things and are not on the same level.

"Great!"

Antonov sat up directly from the sand.

"The salary is fine, I'm definitely going! Fighting?! I love it so much, I dream of putting my knowledge to good use!"

Looking at the excited Antonov, Song Heping was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.

This guy……

It’s also a weird one…

(End of this chapter)