Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 759 Father and Daughter Dispute
Song Heping checked his Type 56 submachine gun and found that it was loaded.

well.

Look at the pistol again.

The bullets are also full.

Ok……

Not bad.

I should be able to kill a few more mercenaries before I die.

rustling --

rustling --

The footsteps are getting closer...

Just when Song Heping was about to give it a try and let the other party serve as a safety net, he suddenly heard the whistling sound of a propeller tearing through the air overhead.

“Mi-8…”

He licked his cracked lips, stimulating his nerves with the taste of blood.

The helicopter glowed white in the moonlight.

Two large "UN" letters were painted near the rear of the cabin.

"UN?"

Song Heping was stunned.

The mercenaries were also stunned when they saw the helicopter.

"A Mi-8 helicopter has appeared. It's UN! Requesting identification."

"Identity unknown, appears to be a plane from the AU peacekeeping force squadron..."

The "Satan" mercenaries who surrounded Song Heping soon received a response.

"Spread out! Spread out!"

The leader of Group 2 suddenly felt that something was wrong.

The helicopter with the UN logo on it seemed to have bad intentions.

Almost at the same time, a long muzzle flame flashed in the darkness at the door of the armed helicopter.

Chug tug tug tug——

Chug tug tug——

Chug tug tug——

It was the sound of a Soviet-made PK machine gun.

Bullets fell to the ground like raindrops.

The mercenaries who didn't have time to disperse had blood flowers bursting out of their chests.

"Who are they!"

The leader of Group 2 has already rushed into the woods.

He relied on the treetops for cover and watched through the gaps in the treetops at the helicopter circling back and forth like the Grim Reaper.

UN helicopter.

How dare you fly directly here to fight on the ground?
This is how the same thing?

Who sent it?
Those who can mobilize UN helicopters must be from the UN Soviet Union. Aren’t they one of us?

"Captain, what should we do?!"

As the team leader spoke, he raised his HK416 assault rifle and fired into the air.

But it's all in vain.

After the MI-8 helicopter flew over, the "Satan" mercenaries on the ground were dispersed.

Song Heping's crisis was resolved in an instant.

"Don't worry about it for now, let's kill the target first!"

Captain Charles was very determined at this time.

He felt that Song Heping should not be alive and should not stay in this world.

This guy is simply the devil.

Now is the closest time to kill the devil!

There are only four people left in the second group of twelve.

The leader of Team 2 gritted his teeth and gave the order after receiving it: "Kill that guy first!"

Several people deployed their formation again, and regardless of the fact that they might die from the helicopter's onboard machine gun in a few minutes, they attacked the pit where Song Heping was hiding as quickly as possible.

Song Heping raised the Type 56 submachine gun, put the butt of the gun against his shoulder and fired a short burst of shots.

The burst of gunfire hit one of the "Satan" mercenaries, who fell headfirst into the bushes and died.

But Song Heping also paid a price.

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Two mercenaries on the other side opened fire. Song Heping was about to retreat back into the pit when the bullets blew off the bulletproof helmet on his head.

If I had been half a second slower, my head would have exploded by now.

Those guys have learned their lesson.

They moved quickly in the woods, using the cover of tree trunks to cooperate with each other to suppress Song Heping's firepower and surround him from different directions.

"Oh shit!"

Song Heping gritted his teeth

He pulled the last grenade from his chest.

It is no longer possible to kill someone at close range with an assault rifle. The best way is to pull the safety to save one person and die together.

Not far away, an MI-8 helicopter was hovering eight meters in the air, and six rappelling ropes were glowing coldly in the moonlight.

The Eastern European mercenaries in the cabin slid down the ropes to the ground like beans.

After unloading the last mercenary, the MI-8 helicopter turned its nose and rushed towards the battlefield again.

As the roar of the propeller tearing through the air came closer, Song Heping was pulling the safety of the grenade. The helicopter had already rushed into the battlefield at treetop height. The PK machine gun beside the cabin spewed out a half-meter-long tongue of fire, and the 7.62-caliber tracer bullets poured down like a lava waterfall.

The boulder where Charles was hiding instantly erupted in dense sparks. He curled up in the crater and shouted into his headset, "All units, retreat to area B3! Don't force a fight!"

Behind him, three mercenaries who had no time to hide were torn to pieces by the steel rain, and the sticky blood plasma drew parabolas in the moonlight.

The footsteps disappeared, and Song Heping waited for a long time without waiting for the glorious moment.

He could only throw the grenade tentatively.

boom--

After the explosion, Song Heping seized the precious moment, supported himself with one hand and rolled out of the crater.

The MI-8 helicopter was still circling over the woods, the rappelling rope dropped from the cabin door was still swinging, and the PK machine gun extended from the cabin was aimed at him. Song Heping also saw the bald head of the power supply next to the cabin - Nicholas wore a black eye patch on his left eye and had a double-headed eagle emblem tattooed on the knuckles of his right hand.

Twenty minutes later.

Song Heping looked at Nicholas and Maria walking towards him, and felt sad in his heart that this beast could actually give birth to such a beauty.

"You should have died on the fence."

Nicholas's voice was like sandpaper rubbing against steel, his Russian English thick with a guttural cadence.

Song Heping noticed that he had a Soviet-made AK74 short-barreled assault rifle hanging around his waist, a type of equipment only seen in the deep-dive operations of the GRU special forces.

"Song Heping, you shouldn't get involved with my daughter. This will harm her."

Song Heping glanced at Maria.

He noticed that Nicholas wanted to reach out and hold Maria's hand, but Maria had deliberately avoided it and shook it off several times.

It seems that the relationship between this father and daughter is not good.

"It was your daughter who hired me. My friend and I should have entered Ethiopia long ago. If it weren't for your employment contract, I wouldn't be trapped here."

Nicholas stared at Song Heping.

As a gangster who had been in the army and later immersed himself in the underworld for more than 20 years and dominated one side, he had to admit that the fierce murderous aura of Song Heping made even he feel oppressive.

"Um……"

Nicholas stretched out his finger and scratched the bridge of his nose.

"I just saved you. Now the accounts between us are settled. You can leave now. I want to take my daughter with me."

"I won't go with you!"

Maria suddenly exploded.

He suddenly moved aside, as if the person standing next to him was not his biological father, but a leper - oh, no, a devil.

"Maria! I'm doing this for your own good! Do you know who this guy is? He's a KB member! He's on the UN and America's lists! Mossad is after him, the CIA is wanted, and even..."

He originally wanted to mention the "Satan" mercenary group and the master behind it.

But he swallowed back what he was going to say next.

"Anyway, just trust me and follow me. I'm your father and I won't hurt you!"

Nicholas gestured excitedly with his hands. He could handle anything else calmly, but he was completely at a loss in front of his daughter. He would feel his blood pressure rise and his blood vessels would feel like they were about to explode.

(End of this chapter)