Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 738 The Disappearance of Song Heping
Mossad headquarters in Tel Aviv.

Director Levin returned to his office angrily with an action report, closed the door, picked up his secure cell phone and called CIA Deputy Director Pence.

"Pence."

As soon as the call was connected, Levin started to question me.

"Have you figured out who Song Heping is? All the people I sent to Egypt are dead! Including the people monitoring Senid and Senid himself! They all died last night!"

"Did Song Heping do it?"

"Who else but him!?"

"Didn't you send two groups of people to raid him? Why? Still not done?"

"All dead!"

Levin's tone was filled with suppressed anger.

"That's why I want to find out who this guy is!? He's definitely not just a PMC company boss! The people I sent out were all elite! And they all died! Did you know that?"

"Please be patient. This person's background is very mysterious. We've investigated, but even our spies in China can't find any information on him. We do know that he served in the special forces with excellent grades and was originally scheduled for promotion to an officer. However, after returning from a training camp, he suddenly requested to retire and return home. Beyond that, we don't have any further information."

Pence consoled Levine.

"He has provoked the 'Elders' Council. Even if we don't take action, they will send people to kill Song Heping."

"'Presbyterian Church'... hehe, those old tycoons... wait!"

Levin suddenly came to his senses.

"You mean from the beginning, this wasn't a manhunt within the CIA, but rather it was the 'Elders' who wanted to take action against him?"

"You could say that..." Pence explained, "but he is also our target. He is a target that must be eliminated."

"I finally understand," Levin sneered. "You didn't explain to me clearly at the beginning that this was a matter for the Council of Elders. In Beirut, you asked us to directly intervene and assist you, which led to the situation today. Pence, you're taking advantage of our partnership and friendship."

"My old friend, exploitation is mutual. Haven't you ever exploited us? How many things have we done for you in East Z? Do you still want me to count them one by one?"

The dispute between the two finally reached the point where they were about to break up.

If Song Heping saw the two intelligence bosses arguing for him at this moment, he would probably laugh out loud.

There was silence on the phone.

Both intelligence chiefs calmed down at the last moment.

Suddenly, they discovered a problem at the same time.

I almost fell out with him over a nobody.

"Pence..."

Levin finally turned the corner.

"I don't think we need to fall out over this matter. Let's think of a way to deal with him."

After a pause, he continued, "Because of this incident, both you and I have lost face. Your head of the secret operations department is still lying in the hospital, right?"

Pence remained silent on the phone.

He wasn't really angry when Kelly's matter was mentioned.

Because Kelly was in a vegetative state in the hospital, he blamed all his mistakes on her and made her take the blame.

Someone has to take the blame for the failure of the Mexican plot, the tragic death of undercover agent Barrett, and the defeat of the I5I5 organization in Irigaray.

If you don’t carry it and I don’t carry it, who will?

Kelly's current situation makes her the perfect person to take the blame.

"Pence?" Levin asked doubtfully when the other party didn't respond. "Are you still there?"

"I'm here."

Pence coughed twice and said, "Do you have any trace of Song Heping over there now?"

"No! Ever since he left the Bedouin tribe and returned to Cairo, where he killed our team that met Senid, he disappeared. All my intelligence personnel have been unable to find any trace of him."

"Well...I didn't find him here either."

Pence paused for a moment and said, "You know we don't have as many eyes and ears in Africa as we do in other places. I'm afraid we'll have to cooperate with the French or the British on this matter."

"Didn't you say the Council of Elders wanted to kill him?" Levin said, "They have ample resources over there. These old tycoons have deep-rooted ties with Europe. Using their resources, it wouldn't be difficult to find Song Heping in Africa."

"Leave this matter to me for now. We already have some resources in the Sahel region."

Pence's answer obviously did not satisfy Levin.

He said coldly, "I don't know if you're anxious or not, but I am. Do you know that this matter has spread now? If people knew that Mossad couldn't even deal with a young PMC boss, do you know how much damage it would do to our deterrent power?"

"Since you're so anxious, you can take action. I won't stop you. I have my own methods. Let's find the person first. We don't even know where he is."

"Africa, that damn place!"

Levin cursed bitterly.

Just as the two intelligence chiefs were discussing how to kill Song Heping, the latter was in a jeep in the east of South Sudan.

Song Heping is now a diamond merchant.

Coming to Africa to collect diamonds is the job of many European gem merchants.

For example, companies like De Beers have formal offices here, but the blood diamond incident caused a lot of controversy in the past two years. For the sake of political correctness and face, these cunning European tycoons withdrew most of their agencies. Instead, some jewelers took their places. They traveled to every diamond mining area and country, purchased enough diamonds, and then handed them over to smugglers to transport them to the country of the hoopoes, and then processed them before sending them to Europe.

This is an industrial chain that Africans are very familiar with.

After entering Sudan, Song Heping rented two jeeps and pretended to hire four local bodyguards, saying that he was going to Ethiopia, but there was constant war in Sudan at the time, so he asked these local guides and bodyguards to escort him there.

The excuse is absolutely plausible.

But the guide and the four local bodyguards probably didn't know that they were the ones who were supposed to be protected.

On the bumpy road through the war zone in South Sudan, Song Heping and Nura's team seemed to be thrown into a torn world - on one side was the scorched earth ravaged by war, and on the other side was the desolate and magnificent pristine wilderness.

In this land, gun smoke and morning mist are intertwined, gunshots and birdsong coexist, forming an absurd and heavy picture of survival.

Along the way, you can see the ruins of burned villages, with bullet shells scattered among the charred earth walls. Occasionally, ragged women squat in the rubble looking for food.

Seeing Song Heping's convoy coming, several women and children stood on the roadside with their hands stretched out, their faces full of pleading, like drowning people reaching out for help.

Noura said: "We have food in the car, we can..."

"Don't do this! The tribal militia here often set up ambush circles. Be careful and don't give these people any food. Once we stop the car, no one may be able to leave." The guide interrupted Nura rudely.

After saying that, he urged the driver: "Speed ​​up! Don't delay here!"

The two jeeps sped up, ignoring the starving people, and continued south along the dirt road...

Shortly after leaving the village, gunshots were suddenly heard not far ahead.

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The dense gunfire made the people in the car tense up instantly.

The guide picked up the walkie-talkie and yelled, "Pull over! Take cover!"

(End of this chapter)