Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 731 Public Enemy in the City
Song Heping swerved, and the old Toyota Camry roared like a wild beast. He could clearly see Noura pinned to the scorching asphalt, the black tactical boots of the Egyptian Interior Ministry's special police crushing the back of her neck.

The brake pads started squealing from fifty meters away.

When the car speed dropped to 50 miles per hour, Song Heping slammed the steering wheel and pulled the handbrake at the same time, causing the front wheels to get stuck. The rear end of the car swung out like the tail of an angry Komodo dragon, and hit the special police officer who had just turned around and had not yet reacted.

The SWAT officer flew out like a cannonball and hit the windshield of the police pickup truck several meters away.

bang——

At the moment the metal collided, the whole world seemed to tremble.

The crowd around screamed.

This time there was no need for the special police to intimidate them. They fled in all directions in an instant like birds startled by gunfire.

The windshield exploded like a spider web, and the flying glass fragments flew in the scorching sun, flashing a dazzling light.

Thanks to the resistance of the collision and the effect of the handbrake, the remaining force of the vehicle was eliminated.

While all the special police officers present were still unable to react, Song Heping kicked open the car door and drew his gun at the same time.

The slide of the Glock 17 brushed against the trouser seam as the gun was loaded, and the Adam's apple of the first special police officer who drew his gun seven meters away was facing the muzzle of the gun.

"boom!"

The moment the 9mm bullet opened his skull, Song Heping had already turned to ten o'clock.

The second special police officer had just raised his automatic rifle to his waist when the bullet accurately passed through his sunglasses and hit his eye socket.

The third bullet penetrated the side plate of the bulletproof vest and entered the liver of the fourth special police officer.

Song Heping slid along the still smoking hood, and two stray bullets tore through the hot air flow beside his ears.

The fifth SWAT officer was setting up a PKM machine gun on the back of a pickup truck, and he was pinned to the roll cage by three rapid-fire shots from him - the Mozambique shooting method, two shots to the chest and one shot to the head.

“Nura! Hand!”

As soon as Nura raised his bloody right hand, Song Heping had already swung out his fighting dagger.

The rotating blade accurately cut through the plastic strap. At the same time, he dodged the incoming baton, put the muzzle of the gun against the chin of the sixth special police officer, and pulled the trigger.

The smell of blood mixed with gunpowder filled my nostrils.

When the seventh special police officer rushed from the flank, Song Heping caught a glimpse of a stun grenade hanging on the other's tactical vest.

He leaned back to avoid the tackle, pulled off the pull ring with his left hand, and kicked the man's lower abdomen with his knee, kicking him towards the last two special police officers.

In the exploding white light, Song Heping closed his eyes and shot from memory.

The two bursts of gunfire were as even as if measured with a ruler. When his vision returned, tiny beads of blood were oozing from between the eyebrows of the eighth special police officer.

The hot shells formed a semicircle around Noura's feet, the nearest one only two centimeters away from her exposed ankle.

“Are you hurt?”

Song Heping knelt on one knee to check Nura's injuries, and his right hand always maintained the shooting angle.

Noura was bleeding from a gunshot wound in his left shoulder, but he was conscious.

"I'm fine..."

Before he could finish his words, a burst of sirens suddenly sounded from the northwest.

The fierce scramble has attracted the attention of nearby patrol special police and soldiers, and all units are moving here.

“Hold on tight.”

He picked up some equipment from the special police officer next to him, then picked up Nura by the waist and rushed to a police car, stuffed Nura in, jumped into the driver's seat, started the car and started to escape.

The engine of the old Toyota Camry roared, the tires made a sharp sound as they rubbed against the ground, and the car was like a wild horse running away, rushing left and right on the narrow streets.

Song Heping gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes sharp as torches, observing the road conditions ahead intently, looking for a way to escape.

Nura sat in the passenger seat, her left hand tightly grasping the door armrest, her face pale but her eyes determined.

The sirens behind them were getting closer and closer, and the shouts and gunshots of the special police officers mixed together to form a chaotic noise. Song Heping secretly calculated in his heart, he knew that time was running out and he had to get rid of the pursuers as soon as possible.

He stepped on the accelerator and the car accelerated forward. There was a sharp turn ahead, but Song Heping did not slow down at all. With his superb driving skills, the car drove steadily through the turn and continued to speed forward.

The police car followed closely behind, but was unable to catch up with Song Heping's speed.

Song Heping was secretly glad in his heart. He knew that he was able to escape this time thanks to his many years of special driving experience and calm judgment.

However, the crisis has not been resolved, and the road conditions ahead are still complex and changeable. Song Heping must remain vigilant at all times to ensure the safety of himself and Nura.

But in this situation, it seems impossible to escape the pursuit of special police and army in a big city like Cairo.

Just as Song Heping was sweating profusely as he drove the car to escape, the sound of sirens in the distance seemed impossible to get rid of.

No matter where you drive, you will encounter police cars and military vehicles trying to intercept you.

If we weren't in the city, they would have opened fire long ago.

But continuing to escape like this is not a good idea. I am not familiar with the roads here, and it is very likely that I will be blocked in a block next, and finally I will have no choice but to surrender.

"I know where it's safe to drive."

In the passenger seat, Nura suddenly pointed ahead and said, "Turn right and drive out of the city. There's a road leading to the desert. Once we get into the desert, I know where it's safe."

Song Heping didn't have time to ask Nura why she was so familiar with the terrain here and why she knew that they would be safe after entering the desert.

But if the Bedouins say it is safe to go into the desert, then it must be safe.

"Okay, listen to you!"

He turned abruptly and drove out of the city according to Nura's instructions.

"Jiang, your boss is on TV!"

In the small hotel, Antonov pointed at the TV and screamed.

Jiang Feng was taking a shower and brushing his teeth in the bathroom. When he heard the noise, he didn't have time to put on his clothes. He ran out naked with a bath towel wrapped around him, his mouth full of toothpaste bubbles.

"What!? On TV!?"

His eyes turned to the TV. The old 21-inch TV was showing images of the city's military and police chasing KB elements.

The reporter at the news scene kept explaining the content of the footage - a robbery occurred near Factory 54 that afternoon. Military and police officers arrived and shot and wounded a suspicious woman. Just as they were escorting the woman away, her accomplices appeared, killed and wounded several soldiers and police officers, and then fled in a car. They had already fled the city center and were heading towards the Fayoum Desert outside the city...

"Your boss has gone crazy, killing and injuring Egyptian soldiers and police!"

Antonov spread his hands and looked at Jiang Feng with an unreasonable look.

Jiang Feng stared at the screen for a long while, and finally seemed to judge the direction of the situation, and said, "It's okay."

After saying that, he turned around and went back to the bathroom to continue brushing his teeth.

"You don't look panicked at all?! He's your boss. If anything happens to him, we're all doomed."

"He'd have to be caught before we'd be in danger."

Jiang Feng looked at himself in the mirror calmly while brushing his mouth until foam splashed everywhere.

Antonov said: "The whole city is hunting him down. I guess the whole country will be mobilized next. How can he escape?"

Jiang Feng stopped brushing his teeth.

After being still for about three seconds, he spit out the foam from his mouth and said, "Don't worry, even if my old squad leader can't escape, he will keep the last bullet for himself and won't betray us."

Antonov stood there in a daze, speechless for a long time.

This trust surprised him.

When it came to an end, he asked, "So what do we do now?"

"No big deal." Jiang Feng rinsed his mouth, spit out the water in his mouth, then picked up a towel and wiped the corner of his mouth and said, "We just need to continue living here and wait. He will contact us after he escapes."

(End of this chapter)