Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 781 Change of plan
Mid-month, the 15th.

Sea surface near the Red Sea.

In the Red Sea, in the combat control room of the USS Lincoln aircraft carrier, the electronic clock screen on the wall displays: 06:00 on the 15th.
"Song Heping will definitely come."

He said in a low voice, his eyes fixed on every moving target on the screen.

CIA operations director Kessler stood to the side, a cold smile on his lips: "Henry's intelligence is complete. They will launch an attack today, targeting Abdul."

He pulled up another document containing detailed information about Saga.

"Moreover, Song Heping found an inside man in Somalia—Saga, a minor warlord, who had M72 rocket launchers and a batch of Soviet-made weapons."

Coleman narrowed his eyes: "Saga will take him into the city?"

"Correct."

Kessler swiped his finger across the screen, bringing up the operational deployment of the US aircraft carriers in the Red Sea.

“Song Heping will definitely be mixed in with Saga’s team. As soon as he shows his face, our ‘Death’ drone will lock onto him.”

Coleman stared at the live feed of the MQ-9 drone on the screen, a slight smile playing on his lips.

This operation seems certain to succeed.

And the report I deliver to M after the operation is over will surely be quite impressive.

After all, he was the one who orchestrated this whole thing.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but want to laugh.

“What about Abdul?” He suddenly remembered something: “He is our ‘partner’.”

Kessler gave a cold smile: "Isn't it normal for terrorists to accidentally injure friendly forces during a shootout?"

The two looked at each other and smiled knowingly.

Somalia, outside Mogadishu, 08:30 on the 15th
Saga gripped the satellite phone so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

"Song Heping! You fucking messed with me?!" he roared into the microphone. "We agreed to take action at the port, where are you now?!"

On the other end of the phone, Song Heping's voice sounded cold: "I've arrived. Eight kilometers outside the city, at the abandoned oil refinery, the meeting place. Come on over. I'll contact you after you get in."

Saga's temples throbbed, and he growled, barely containing his rage, "Are you fucking insane?! Abdul's men have already laid a trap at the port, just waiting for you to show up! You're changing plans now, trying to kill everyone?!"

“Now it’s my turn to call the shots. After all, you’ve come this far, and there’s no turning back.” Song Heping chuckled. “Saga, you only have two choices now—”

"First, come see me honestly and follow my new plan."

"second……"

He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold.

“Our deal is off. I’ll inform Abdul about our cooperation through special channels, and then cancel all future arms funding. How about that?”

Saga's blood instantly froze.

It wasn't that they wanted the next batch of weapons, but rather that they couldn't find Song Heping to determine their target, making it impossible to take action.

If Song Heping doesn't show up, the consequences will be severe.

What will Abdul think?!

Will he think that I'm putting on a show to show off in front of him?
It's like I agreed to put on a play with Song Heping, but after I set up the stage and the audience gathered, Song Heping, the lead actor, disappeared...

What's going on here?!

Audiences will simply get refunds and recoup their money.

Abdul is deadly!

"You're blackmailing me!"

He clenched his teeth so hard they clicked.

Song Heping did not answer, but simply said, "See you in an hour. Don't keep me waiting too long."

The call ended, and Saga stood there, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

He kicked over a nearby oil drum, the sound of metal clashing echoing through the empty factory.

"Oh shit!"

He should have realized this sooner—how could someone like Song Heping possibly trust him completely?
But now, he had no way out. However, he didn't know that something even more serious and dramatic was yet to come.

He was right about one thing.

Song Heping was indeed not trustworthy, because Song Heping had never believed him from beginning to end.

Casablanca, Morocco, 09:00 on the 15th
Ferrari pushed open the door to the hotel suite, where Song Heping was sitting on the sofa, holding a cup of coffee, looking calm.

"So, this was all part of your scheme?"

"I'm sitting on the sofa," Ferrari asked in a deep voice.

Song Heping looked up at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Otherwise what?"

Ferrari took a deep breath, trying to suppress his shock: "Henry's arrest was intentional? You knew he would leak false information?"

Song Heping nodded: "Henry and I have discussed it. He deliberately let Coleman capture him in order to feed the CIA intelligence on 'Operation Mogadishu'."

Nura stood by the window, toying with a tactical knife in her hand, and sneered, "The Americans probably think we're stupidly rushing into Mogadishu, waiting to be blown to smithereens by their drones."

Ferrari frowned: "What about Saga? Does he really think you're going to Mogadishu?"

Song Heping took a sip of coffee and said calmly, "Saga had already been bribed by Abdul. He thought he could lure me into a trap, but alas..."

He put down his cup, his eyes cold.

"He was the one being used as a pawn."

The Red Sea, USS Lincoln carrier operations center, 10:00 AM on the 15th.
“Saga has entered the city and has captured him and his troops at the oil refinery on the outskirts.”

A drone intelligence and surveillance officer approached the command table to report to Kessler and Coleman.

"Saga was identified by facial recognition, but Song Heping was not found."

Kessler immediately pulled up the surveillance footage and projected it onto the screen.

After looking around with Coleman for a while, he shook his head and said, "Damn it! I didn't see anyone with the surname Song!"

Coleman pointed to the large group of Saga's men and said, "I reckon they're in here; they're in disguise!"

Kessler frowned as he stared at the screen.

They watched helplessly as Saga and his men entered the oil refinery.

Armed militants were everywhere inside and outside the refinery, making it even more difficult for drones to identify them.

"what to do?!"

Coleman asked Kellers.

"It's impossible to tell."

Keles rubbed his mouth hard with his hand several times.

He was considering when to take action.

"Let's wait a bit longer... If we still can't figure it out before the meeting ends, then let's take action and flatten this oil refinery."

"I can see it."

Coleman raised his hand to check his watch.

"I estimate their rally will last a while, but it should end before 2 p.m. We'll have plenty of time to gather intelligence on them and see if the guy surnamed Song is there."

"Well, that's settled."

Keles felt his heart pounding.

Song Heping.

The top three on this bounty list.

If we could kill him...

My future looks promising, and the deputy director will definitely give me an important position.

Therefore, we cannot miss this opportunity to make a contribution and gain recognition.

"Make your move before the event ends at 2 PM!"

(End of this chapter)