Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 783 1 Pot End

Chapter 783 One Pot
The Red Sea, the USS Lincoln carrier operations command center.

Kessler stared at the live drone footage on the large screen, his brow furrowed.

"Something's not right, it looks like a fight has broken out."

He pointed to the firefight inside the refinery.

"This is not a small-scale conflict, this is a full-scale war."

Coleman moved closer to the screen and adjusted the focus of the MQ-9 Predator drone's image, zooming in on the view.

In the footage, militants are firing wildly, RPG rockets are exploding continuously, and the entire oil refinery has fallen into chaos.

"Who are Abdul's men fighting?"

Coleman frowned.

Kessler pondered for a moment and said, "I reckon it was Song Heping who made the move!"

Coleman's eyes turned cold: "If Song Heping is inside, then now is the best opportunity."

Kessler hesitated for less than a second, then nodded: "Notify the flight deck to prepare for an air raid."

On the aircraft carrier deck, two F/A-18F Hornet fighter jets had already warmed up, and the roar of their engines was deafening.

Ground crew quickly inspected the GBU-31 JDAM joint guided bombs to ensure the fuses were functioning properly.

"Pilots in position!"

"Weapon system confirmed!"

"Clearance for takeoff!"

The catapult activated instantly, and the first F/A-18F, propelled by the steam catapult, shot into the night sky like an arrow.

Meanwhile, three MQ-9 Predator drones, already deployed over Mogadishu, Somalia, have locked onto the oil refinery's coordinates.

"Hellfire missile, launch."

"Boo-boo-boo-"

Six AGM-114 Hellfire missiles streaked across the sky, accurately hitting the core area of the oil refinery.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The explosion instantly engulfed the entire factory area, and the high-temperature blast wave sent people flying. The steel structure twisted and deformed under the shockwave.

Saga and Abdul looked up at the sky simultaneously, their eyes filled with despair.

"It's drones!" Hal roared. "We've been bombed! Who's bombing us!?"

“Song Heping…that bastard…”

Saga gritted his teeth. He quickly remembered something, hurriedly pulled out his satellite phone from his pocket, and frantically dialed Song Heping's number.

This satellite phone was given to him by Song Heping, who said it would make communication easier...

"Beep...beep...the number you dialed cannot be reached..."

Saga's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Looks like we've really been tricked..."

"Then run, boss!"

Hal's face turned pale.

Although this guy is silly, he's not an idiot.

"Withdraw! Everyone withdraw! Leave Mogadishu!"

Saga frantically led his men to break out of the oil refinery.

Gunshots were heard everywhere.

There is fighting everywhere.

They're all fighting.

They fought each other.

Kill each other!

Bullets whizzed past my ear.

People around him fell one by one...

Saga is considered a capable fighter among the Somali armed forces.

After a desperate charge that cost them more than twenty lives, they finally reached the edge of the oil refinery area.

"Boss, our car is up ahead! Quick, get in!"

Hal saw hope.

Saga glanced at his trusted confidant, whose face was covered in blood and whose ear had been half-grabbed by a bullet, and was filled with grief and indignation.

He wanted to sell Song Heping for a good price, trying to profit from both sides; his scheming was practically jumping out of his skin.

I never imagined that all my calculations would backfire on me.

Song Heping is more cunning than I am.

He actually turned the tables and used himself.

The missile that suddenly appeared in the sky was probably from the Americans.

Song Heping knew he was being hunted by the CIA. If he deliberately leaked information to the CIA, making them think he was coming here, then…

"Damn it! I'm so stupid!"

He slapped himself across the face.

"Boss, what are you doing? Run!"

"run!"

Saga came to his senses.

"Get out of here until the car stops!"

Upon receiving the order, Saga's subordinates were overjoyed and rushed towards the parking spot, surrounding him.

When they reached the car, Halte Saga opened the door.

"Boss, get in the car!"

This subordinate is truly loyal.

This touched Saga deeply.

"Hal, you come up here too!"

After a heartfelt exchange of brotherly affection, Hal had just gotten into the car and hadn't even started it when Saga suddenly heard a strange sound.

He suddenly looked up at the sky.

The next second, four 2000-pound JDAM bombs dropped by the F/A-18F came hurtling down.

"Boom——"

The entire oil refinery was engulfed in flames in a deafening explosion, with flames shooting into the sky and black smoke obscuring the night.

The force of the explosion overturned vehicles outside the factory.

Saga climbed out of the car, his head buzzing, the scenery in front of him blurred due to the shockwave from the explosion.

He looked down at his blood-soaked hands, and the sharp pain in his ears made his vision go black.

"Boss! Let's go!"

Hal, who had climbed out of the car, grabbed his arm, his voice hoarse.

"late……"

Saga suddenly snapped out of his daze and looked up at the sky.

That voice...

It sounded like Death was whispering.

Another 2000-pound GBU-31 JDAM joint guided bomb has arrived.

Boom——

The entire refinery, inside and out, was engulfed in flames in an instant.

In Saga's final moments of consciousness, only one thought remained—

Song Heping...you fucking schemed against me!
A few hours later.

Casablanca, Morocco.

Song Heping stood on the roof of an abandoned factory. The sea breeze at night brushed against his tactical mask, revealing his cold eyes.

"Location confirmed?"

He asked in a low voice. Gray Wolf's voice came through the earpiece: "Confirmed, MI6's safe house is in Villa No. 3 in the Blue Zone, six agents, working in two shifts. Henry is being held in the basement."

Song Heping's lips curled up slightly.

"very good."

He raised his hand and made a tactical gesture.

In the shadows behind them, two groups of fully armed "musicians" silently dispersed.

They were dressed in all-black combat uniforms and equipped with HK416A5 rifles with suppressors attached to the muzzles, which gleamed with a cold, eerie green light under their night vision goggles.

Song Heping checked his weapons and issued the command in the channel: "Action."

Outside the MI6 safe house, two agents were leaning against the wall smoking.

"Henry is really stubborn. Apart from saying a few things when he used the emetic, he hasn't said anything about the inside story of the 'Musician' company, especially the inside story of the company's connection with the US military. That's our bargaining chip. Ms. M is almost losing patience now."

One of them said in a low voice.

"Whatever, the CIA will take over tomorrow anyway, and they'll investigate then..."

Before he could finish speaking, a 7.62mm subsonic bullet pierced his temple with pinpoint accuracy.

"puff!"

The body fell to the ground silently.

Just as the other agent was about to draw his gun, a second bullet pierced his throat.

"Group 1, clear the perimeter."

The hunter's voice came through the communication channel.

Song Heping stepped out of the shadows and kicked open the back door of the safe house.

"boom!"

The moment the door lock snapped, the alarm inside the house went off.

"Enemy attack!"

In the darkness, an MI6 agent rushed out of the corridor and ran headfirst into Song Heping's gun.

blah blah-

Three bursts of fire, and the agent's chest exploded in a spray of blood as he fell backward.

"Team 2, break in!"

The six "musicians" quickly dispersed, forming pairs, and advanced along the corridor.

At the basement entrance, the last two MI6 agents set up MP5 submachine guns and opened fire wildly.

"suppress!"

Song Heping growled.

The jinx immediately launched a stun grenade.

"boom!"

The bright light and loud noise instantly rendered the two agents unable to resist.

Song Heping rushed forward and smashed a man's nose with the butt of his rifle, knocking the man to the ground.

The other person tried to struggle, but was shot in the head by the jinx.

Where is Henry?

Song Heping asked the agent whose nose was bleeding in a cold voice.

The agent, his face covered in blood, grinned maliciously: "You...do you know who you've messed with?"

"I know, it's just the MI6."

Song Heping didn't waste any more words with him and pulled the trigger directly.

"boom!"

The body fell to the ground.

"Search!"

Thirty seconds later, Song Heping found Henry in the basement.

He was strapped to the interrogation chair, covered in blood, but his eyes remained sharp as knives.

"Song..."

Henry grinned, his teeth covered in blood.

"I knew you were coming."

"Henry, I owe you a huge favor. You've worked so hard these past few days."

Song Heping cut the rope and pulled him up.

"Can I leave?"

Henry cracked his knuckles and sneered, "You can still kill people."

Song Heping tossed him a Glock 17.

"Then let's fight our way out."

After 6 hours.

A video was suddenly updated on an encrypted channel on the dark web.

Title: [Thank you MI6 for their warm hospitality]

In the video, Song Heping stands in front of the ruins of an MI6 safe house, with the body of an MI6 agent under his feet.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's performance was wonderful."

Song Heping's voice was cold and mocking: "The gentlemen of MI6 tried to extract intelligence from my people, but unfortunately... they overestimated themselves."

The camera shifts, revealing a Somali oil refinery engulfed in flames after being bombed.

"Also, thanks to the CIA for their air support, which helped me get rid of the troublesome Abdul."

At the end of the video, Song Heping holds up a bloodstained MI6 agent badge and sneers at the camera:

"Next time, remember to send someone more professional."

—End of video.

Within hours of this video being posted.

CIA Headquarters, Langley.

Deputy Director Peng Si stared at the screen, his face ashen.

"We've been tricked..."

On the monitor in front of him, Kester looked utterly ashamed: "Sir, it's my fault... Song Heping wasn't at the refinery at all! He deliberately let MI6 capture Henry, then used him to spread false information that made us believe he would be going to Mogadishu on the 15th, thus luring us to mobilize the navy to bomb the refinery! This operation failed, and I should take responsibility..."

Pence sighed and leaned back in his seat.

In fact, it wasn't just Kester who was tricked.
Haven't I been the same?

Including Kelly...

"It wasn't your negligence, it's that Song Heping is too cunning..."

MI6 headquarters, London.

Ms. M's fingers trembled slightly as she watched the video on the dark web.

"Six elite agents... all wiped out?"

Coleman whispered, "Madam, Song Heping is more dangerous than we thought."

Ms. M took a deep breath and slowly uttered two words:

"kill him."

Casablanca, safe house.

Henry downed a whole bottle of whiskey and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.