Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 791 Disrupting the Plan

Chapter 791 Disrupting the Plan
At exactly midnight, Song Heping raised his hand to look at the luminous watch face and gestured to Henry behind him.

Twenty mercenaries quickly extinguished all the lights in the camp, like ghosts swallowed by the night.

"Proceed as planned." Song Heping's voice was exceptionally clear through the communicator. "Team A leads the way, Team B brings up the rear. Maintain radio silence."

The convoy's engines emitted a deep roar, and the sound of tires rolling over the sand was deliberately kept to a minimum. But unexpectedly, instead of heading west as originally planned, the convoy suddenly turned north.

Baker gripped the steering wheel tightly and couldn't help but whisper through the headset, "Boss, aren't we supposed to be heading towards North Darfur?"

“The plan has changed.” Song Heping’s answer was brief and firm. “Someone is waiting for us there.”

The convoy, like a long black snake, silently slid into the desert north of Darfur.

Song Heping sat in the passenger seat of the second car, his eyes fixed on the image on the thermal imaging camera. He knew that someone was definitely monitoring them at this moment, and what he had to do was catch those monitors off guard.

Ten minutes later, at CIA headquarters in Langley.

Song Heping led a team of 20 people and set off on time.

But this time they didn't go to their original destination, North Darfur. Instead, they suddenly turned north and headed towards Dongula.

Their sudden change of course and heading north was quickly detected by the CIA and transmitted to Langley headquarters, immediately causing a stir.

A special agent on duty hurriedly knocked on Pence's office door, waking up the deputy director who was resting in his office in preparation for personally directing the hunt in the early hours of the morning.

"Sir! Something's happened!"

"What's up!?"

Pence rubbed his sleepy eyes vigorously and reached for the briefing.

His expression changed drastically after glancing at the contents.

"Immediately contact London and Mossad to hold a video conference."

Ten minutes later, Pence sat down at his desk, and as in the previous video conference, the screen in front of him showed Ms. M and Mossad Director Levin.

The three engaged in a heated debate about how to deal with Song Heping's sudden actions.

"Damn it! Why did he suddenly change course?"

Pence stared at the live feed from the satellite; Song Heping's convoy was moving north at an astonishing speed.

"Didn't our intelligence say they'd rest until at least noon tomorrow?"

Ms. M looked at the slightly irritable Pence with an expressionless face, her gray-blue eyes flashing with calm light.

She said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm, "Clearly, your intelligence is flawed, Mr. Pence. Or more accurately—"

She sighed meaningfully, "It seems someone on your side has leaked the news."

Mossad Director Levin sneered, "I told you long ago we should just bomb their camp. Now look what's happened, the prey is escaping back to Khartoum."

"Escape? I don't think so!" Pence turned around abruptly. "Song Heping never runs away. I'm sure this is a trap!"

The air solidified instantly.

Ms. M broke the silence first: "Even if it's a trap, we must act. If we miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to secure the position of 'musician' again."

She reached out and tapped on the electronic map, her slender fingers swiping across the screen.

"The northern route passes through this canyon. If we have the Green Beetle Squad set up an ambush here..."

“That’s too risky!” Pence interrupted her. “We originally planned to use two Green Berets and one Delta Force team for a joint attack. The Green Berets are in place, but Delta Force is coming from the Sahel region and it will take at least two more hours to arrive.”

Director Levin suddenly interjected, "We have three Hermes drones over the target, providing real-time monitoring. Two Green Berets squads, 24 men each, are enough to hold them off until Delta reinforcements arrive."

"This plan seems feasible..."

Pence stroked his chin, weighing Levin's words in his mind.

Two squads of 24 men in green caps fought against his 20 mercenaries.

Even if Song Heping is incredibly powerful, he can only defend himself at most; he has no way to escape.

Waiting for Delta support shouldn't be a problem.

"So……"

Just as he was about to make a decision to do as Levin intended, there was another urgent knocking at the door.

"Come in."

The door was pushed open, and the technical director, Carl, rushed in like a whirlwind.

His face was pale.

"Sir, one of our drones is experiencing signal interference!"

Pence turned to look at the screen on the other wall, which displayed images transmitted simultaneously by several drones.

The green icon representing drone number 3 kept flashing, and the transmitted images were intermittent.

“They’re using jamming devices,” Pence’s voice deepened. “Song Heping knows we’re monitoring him.”

On the screen, Ms. M sneered, "It seems you're wrong, Mr. Pence. He really does want to escape."

"Can't wait any longer!"

Pence immediately ordered: "I am now ordering the Green Beetles to move out!" Ten minutes later, sixty kilometers west of the Chadian border.

Three military command posts, disguised as geological exploration tents, have just been set up.

Inside the central tent, Ethan, the CIA's Africa Counterterrorism Operations Director in charge of the operation, threw down his satellite phone and slammed his fist on the makeshift metal table, knocking over half a cup of coffee.

"FUCK! The rabbit's trying to escape! He's discovered we're tracking and monitoring him!"

He turned to his assistant and said, "Quick! Get the green-hatted guy moving out immediately to intercept Song Heping's convoy!"

The order was issued quickly.

12:40 a.m.

Near the highway leading north of North Darfur toward Dongula, Green Caps Team A captain Marcus Lane crouched behind a weathered rock, his eyes, peering through night-vision goggles, fixed on the darkness ahead.

He heard intermittent instructions from command center through his headset.

"The target has changed course and is moving north. Proceed to the coordinates immediately."

“Repeating, poor communication!” Marcus pounded on his headset, but the static only increased. He turned to his team behind him: “Damn, a sandstorm is coming, and communications will only get worse. Command has ordered us to change our intercept point.”

Team B's captain, Jackson, crouched low as he ran over, his tactical flashlight casting brief patches of light on the sand: "My GPS is jammed too. Song Heping isn't an ordinary target; he must have been prepared."

Marcus unfolded a waterproof map and examined it in low-light mode with his flashlight: "If they're going north, they'll have to go through 'Ghost Canyon.' We'll take a shortcut and ambush them ahead of them."

"But our signal is abnormal right now. It seems that communication with the frontline command is very unstable. Should we investigate what the problem is?"

"Is there a problem with the satellite dish?!"

"No."

"Where's the radio station?"

"No, I've checked, and our communication equipment is working perfectly."

"That is how the matter?!"

I estimate...

Jack hesitated.

"Is there a problem at the command post?"

"Never mind all that hesitation, or the rabbit will escape! Let's move out of here! We'll investigate the cause of the communication failure as we go."

"OK!"

The two teams quickly packed up their equipment.

In the night sky, the flashing navigation lights of drones could be faintly seen, but the signal was so weak that it could hardly provide any useful intelligence.

The soldiers silently inspected their weapons, the magazines of their M4A1 rifles clanging softly in the darkness.

“Remember,” Marcus warned in a low voice before setting off, “our mission is to hold them off, not to annihilate them. We’ll close the net when the Delta guys arrive.”

Twenty-four special forces soldiers disappeared silently into the night, like lizards in the desert.

Unbeknownst to them, Song Heping's convoy suddenly stopped on a sand dune thirty kilometers away.

Meanwhile, in the fields off the coast of Berdoba, Chad, the joint command tent camp of the three parties was brightly lit.

According to official Chadian information, this is a scientific expedition team that is studying the migration patterns of wild animals in Chad, taking video footage, and recording animal migration routes, among other things.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with the military.

But the six or seven towering satellite antennas and small satellite dishes erected here indicate that this is no ordinary scientific expedition team.

A worker is debugging the last satellite link terminal equipment. The night in the Chadian wilderness is filled with the howling of wolves, which is terrifying.

He quickly adjusted the parameters on the circuit board and began the installation, eager to get back to his tent.

After all, I'm just a technician, and staying outside isn't something to be happy about.

Suddenly, he heard a strange sound coming from the air.

Hiss--

"Ok?"

He looked up, curiously gazing in the direction from which the sound came.

"Artillery attack!"

The guards in the camp suddenly shouted.

"hidden!"

boom--

The sound and the shell landed at the same time.

bang——