Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 718: Wandering Nation
Everyone was stunned.

No one could have imagined that a woman would suddenly appear in the desert late at night.

And she was a woman with a gun.

After being stunned for a moment, Song Heping suddenly remembered a term he had talked about with Antonov before - Bedouin.

Looking around, armed Bedouins appeared at every window and entrance of the building.

Headscarf, Arab robe, and foot binding.

Typical desert trek attire.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Song Heping had no choice but to do as he was told and slowly lay down on the ground.

But Major Jager did not do so.

"Are you from a smuggling gang?"

He also saw the identities of these people.

"We are Mossad agents. These are our targets. If you are willing to help us, there will be very generous rewards."

Lure them with benefits.

Yager immediately seemed to have found a way to convince the Bedouins.

In fact, it’s no wonder that he has such confidence.

Bedouin smuggling groups are active all year round in North Africa, the Sinai Peninsula and the Middle East.

They charge money for services and can help people transport anything.

This is one of the few ways they can make a living.

Because they don't have a country of their own and their lifestyle is so strange, these people don't even have a nationality.

They wander in the desert or everywhere, with only camels and sheep around them. Occasionally, they will take some cashmere products or handmade blankets to nearby towns to exchange money with locals, buy some daily necessities, and then return to the desert without hesitation.

The tropical desert that looks like hell to others is not much different from grassland in their eyes.

The Bedouins dared to walk alone in the desert with only a camel, crossing hundreds of miles without worrying about dying of thirst or starvation in the yellow sand.

Their understanding and knowledge of the desert is beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

But they all have one thing in common - poverty.

Therefore, various Bedouin tribes or small groups will engage in some gray industries.

For example, smuggling, or joining an armed organization and becoming a mercenary when growing up.

One of the important businesses is to smuggle African blood diamonds to the country of hoopoes, where they are handed over to diamond dealers for processing.

It was not without confidence that Yager asked the woman in front of him, who looked like the leader of the group, to help him kill Song Heping. At least many Bedouin smuggling groups would give some face to the people of the Hoopoe Kingdom because of their business relationship, let alone Mossad?
"Repay?"

The woman with her face covered laughed coldly.

"Just like you repay the Balestans?"

This sentence was like a thorn that pierced Yager's soft spot. This was history that could not be mentioned, and it was also a dark history that the Hoopoe people had been avoiding and even deceiving themselves about.

"what do you mean?"

Yager looked at the smugglers around him and said contemptuously, "Are you going to go against us and become our enemy? You should know that offending us will do you no good!"

This is true.

Bedouin smuggling gangs often have to cross the border of the Hoopoe Country to make deliveries.

If they kill a Mossad agent, it means they will not be able to take business here in the future, which is indeed a loss for them.

The atmosphere became tense.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone's breathing could be heard clearly.

The female leader did not respond immediately.

Yager felt that he had these Bedouins under control, so he once again took out the commanding tone of a Mossad major and said, "These people are on Mossad's wanted list. If you let them go, you will be an accomplice and will also be on our wanted list. Think about the consequences!"

The smell of threat grew stronger.

After a long silence, the female leader asked word by word:
"Are you threatening me?"

Yager said: "Don't forget your identity and don't go against us..."

bah—

Before he could finish his words, the female leader raised her gun and pulled the trigger at Yager without any warning.

In her hand was a Lee-Enfield rifle, an old World War II product.

But it looks well maintained.

This shot was very accurate.

The bullet went straight through Jager's chest.

The major's body fell heavily to the ground, blood oozing out from under him, quickly dyeing the yellow sand red.

"You woman are crazy! Do you know who you killed?"

"You're in big trouble!"

The other two Mossad commandos wanted to attack, but they could only talk nonsense.

Because except for the Bedouins, everyone at the scene had at least three or four gun barrels pointed at them. If they made the slightest movement, they would probably be shot like a hornet's nest.

"If you keep talking, I'll kill you all too."

The female leader was a decisive person. She turned the gun and pointed it at the two Mossad commandos.

This time, the two of them finally kept quiet.

After all, in this desert area, force is more convincing than any words.

"Tie them up!"

The woman waved her hand, and a dozen Bedouins came forward and tied everyone up.

"and many more!"

Song Heping did not resist, but spoke to the female leader.

"You want to imitate him?"

The female leader turned around and walked towards Song Heping.

As he passed by Yager's body, he glanced down.

The Mossad major's eyes remained open until he died. Noura's boot crushed his right hand - the cut little finger was soaked in blood, and it was covered with a platinum ring engraved with a six-pointed star.

"We have a wounded woman who needs medical treatment." Song Heping said calmly, "I'm willing to pay the ransom in exchange for treatment and freedom."

There was no threat in his tone.

But give money.

Money is sometimes useful.

Bedouins smuggle for money.

Then problems that can be solved with money are not problems.

"Chinese?"

The female leader walked up to Song Heping and looked him over.

She was surprised to find that the person in front of her was Chinese.

"How did the Chinese get involved with Mossad? How did you end up provoking these psychopaths?"

"I killed more than twenty of them."

Song Heping said: "They wanted to help the CIA kill me, but I killed them instead."

"Are you the Chinese who caused such a scene at the Beirut docks?"

The female leader gasped.

"You said over a week ago?"

"Yes."

"That's me."

Song Heping is very frank.

After all, he now knew that the woman in front of him definitely had nothing to do with Mossad.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have raised her hand to kill Yager.

The female leader said: "This matter has spread throughout the Zdong region. You are now a celebrity."

Song Heping asked: "So, you and I are not enemies, can you let us go?"

The female leader shook her head: "Perhaps you don't know what you have done."

She looked around and pointed at the building. "This is our secret base," she said. "That means I either have to kill you or I'll have to replace the wiring later, which would be a huge loss for me."

Song Heping understood what she meant.

This is to silence the witnesses.

A top-secret smuggling route is extremely valuable. After all, this is a desert area. It is not easy to open a route. It takes a lot of time, and during this period it is impossible to accept orders and do business. Of course, the losses will be huge.

"I can compensate you for your losses," said Song Heping.

"It seems you don't understand the rules of the desert." The female leader sneered, "We are indeed short of money, but we won't take any money."

After saying this, he glanced at the two Mossads intentionally or unintentionally.

"Come here, drag them all out and kill them."

The female leader thought for a moment and seemed to have made up her mind.

A dozen Bedouins rushed up, dragged several people from the ground, carried them out of the building, and forced them to kneel on the ground.

The situation was like a place of execution.

There was a gun barrel pressed against the back of each man's head.

Jiang Feng cursed, "Fuck, I shouldn't have surrendered if I had known."

At this time, Song Heping was still thinking about how to get out.

The key to escape lies in that Bedouin woman.

Suddenly, his eyes swept over the herds of camels.

Each camel had two large boxes tied to it, one on each side.

One of the boxes had a broken corner, revealing a gun barrel.

arms?

arms? !
"and many more!"

Song Heping shouted, "Chief, I have something to talk to you about alone!"

He spoke in Arabic.

The gunman behind him understood and cursed with a smile: "You're almost dead, what are you still talking about?! Get on the road!"

Song Heping continued to shout: "Do you know Afanti?!"

"and many more!"

The female leader did react.

Soon, he came to Song Heping's side.

"Do you know Avanti?"

"Let's talk in private."

Song Heping glanced at the two Mossad commandos.

The next shocking scene appeared. The female leader turned around and walked behind the two Mossad agents, raised her hand and shot each of them.

bah—

bah—

Both men's heads exploded and they died on the spot.

Song Heping was speechless.

I am!

Are all women in the desert so fierce?
He suddenly realized that there was a reason why the woman in front of him could become the boss of a smuggling group in a place like Zdong where men are superior to women.

Without some tricks, it would be impossible to suppress these more than 200 people.

"Now you can talk."

When she returned to Song Heping, the female leader acted as if nothing had happened, as if she had just slaughtered two chickens instead of killing two Mossads.

(End of this chapter)