Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 802

Two nights later.

On the desert highway leading to the Chadian border
Two modified Toyota pickup trucks sped along in the moonlight, kicking up long clouds of dust behind them. Song Heping sat in the passenger seat of the lead truck, inspecting the HK416 rifle in his hand.

In the back seat, Jiang Feng was adjusting a portable electronic jammer.

"According to Simon's intelligence, the leader of 'Desert Scorpion' is named Abdul, a former Lebian special forces officer. It's said that his armed group has the covert support of Colonel Qadahl, making it one of the more powerful armed forces in the Sahel region."

"Aren't Colonel Gaddafi and the Americans mortal enemies?" Jiang Feng was surprised. "Why would the US military provide him with missile systems?"

"Benefit."

Song Heping sneered, "Sometimes, the enemies you think you have might actually be your partners in certain circumstances. The Americans need armed groups to carry out terrorist attacks here, especially attacks on British and French troops deployed here, so that they have an excuse to infiltrate their own forces here under the guise of counter-terrorism. So, I guess Peter and his men also know that Abdul has Colonel Gaddafi's support behind him, but who cares? They'd pretend not to know even if they did, especially since the weapons were sold here through arms dealers. As long as things get chaotic here, that's enough for them."

Jiang Feng paused for a moment, then said, "If we take him down, won't Colonel Gaddafi be unhappy?"

Song Heping said, "Who cares! We've taken on a job from the Sudanese government to control oil fields and mining areas in North Darfur. Sooner or later, we'll have to clash with them."

Jiang Feng suddenly frowned: "Colonel Kazakhstan's family isn't short of oil, so why is this guy eyeing other people's oil?"

“He doesn’t want oil,” Song Heping said. “He’s ambitious; he wants to be the boss. He’s supporting his former special forces officers in establishing an armed organization in the Sahel region. He just wants to gain a foothold here and fight for control. Henry has talked to me about the situation here…”

As he spoke, Song Heping looked out the car window.

In the vast Gobi Desert, the moon hangs in the clear, transparent sky.

He lamented, "The chaos in the Sahel region will probably take decades or even centuries to resolve."

Song Heping suddenly remembered the villagers he had escorted who had fled to Ethiopia because of the war.

Better to be a dog in a prosperous era than a human in a chaotic one.

The words left by our ancestors are absolutely correct.

Song Heping took out his tablet, pulled up Abdul's photo, and tapped on it with his finger.

"This guy has a strange habit: he only believes in cash and gold transactions."

Jiang Feng remained engrossed in tinkering with the jammer, muttering under his breath, "Cash? Gold? Doesn't he understand the principle of not flaunting wealth? In Africa, people like that usually don't live past thirty."

“He’s forty-two.” Song Heping chuckled as he put away his tablet. “So we need to be careful. To live this long, this guy must be a cautious one. Turn right five kilometers ahead, into the dry valley. Their camp should be at the abandoned oil field at the end of the valley.”

The vehicle slowed down and drove off the road, its tires crunching over the gravel.

Song Heping pressed the headset button: "Vehicle Two, attention. Proceed according to Plan B. Report missile sighting immediately."

In the distance, a few faint lights indicated the militants' camp.

Song Heping gestured for the car to stop and took a black metal box from his backpack: "Our admission tickets."

Jiang Feng opened the box, inside which were neatly arranged twenty small gold bars, gleaming alluringly in the moonlight.

Fifteen minutes later, at the "Desert Scorpion" camp.

Abdul was a lean, middle-aged man with a scar above his left eye that made him look like he was always squinting at people.

He sat on a Persian carpet in the center of the tent, with four armed bodyguards standing beside him.

"An American?" He examined Song Heping's forged documents suspiciously. "Why would they buy Soviet-made missiles?"

It's no wonder he was suspicious.

After all, he knew very well where this missile system came from.

Missile systems acquired from American arms dealers, and then bought back by Americans...

Song Heping smiled and replied in fluent Arabic, “Customer preference. They like weapons that can be traced back to their source—that way, if something goes wrong, they can blame the Russians.”

Abdul laughed, revealing several gold teeth: "Clever! But how do I know you're not a British or French spy?"

Song Heping thought to himself, "He really is a cautious guy."

Abdul was actually more worried that Song Heping might be a CIA agent.

Because there were conditions under which these equipment came into his possession.

The condition was that the "Desert Scorpion" would cause trouble for the French army in this area, and that the SAM missile system would be sold off privately, which was actually betraying the Americans.

What if the Americans send people to fish for us, and we end up taking the bait ourselves?

Song Heping calmly opened the metal box, took out a gold bar, and tossed it in front of Abdul: "The British and French aren't as generous as I am. I'm just an arms dealer. I know you have good stuff here, and my client happens to need it, which is why I'm paying such a high price to buy it. If you're not willing to sell, I can find someone else. Questioning my identity is as ridiculous as questioning the authenticity of this gold bar in front of you."

Abdul stared at the gold bars, his eyes slowly gleaming with greed.

Finally, he couldn't resist picking up the gold bar, biting it, examining its purity, and smiling with satisfaction: "Not bad, genuine, it's pure gold. Alright, come with me."

After speaking, he stood up and waved to the guards beside him.

The guards immediately escorted Abdul and Song Heping out of the tent and headed east from the camp.

Along the way, Song Heping intentionally or unintentionally scanned the environment of the camp, recording the terrain and troop deployment.

Finally, the two were taken to a hidden, makeshift warehouse behind the camp, where four SAM-6 missile systems were neatly arranged, each consisting of a launch vehicle and accompanying radar equipment.

"I need to inspect the goods."

"No problem, it's genuine, a pure Soviet product."

Abdul was very confident in his goods.

Song Heping pretended to inspect the weapons, but in reality, he quickly memorized all the deployment details.

"The system is intact, but it's missing the thermal imaging module." Song Heping frowned. "This will affect nighttime combat effectiveness."

Abdul shrugged: "Add five gold bars, and I'll tell you where to get the parts."

“Hey! Brother.” Song Heping pretended to be unhappy and said, “This wasn’t the price I originally agreed on with Erwin. You’re just trying to raise the price.”

Erwin is an intelligence broker.

It was Henry who contacted Abdul through Irwin.

Then they acted as matchmakers to facilitate the deal.

"You didn't even ask me!"

Abdul flashed his gold teeth again, looking like a scoundrel.

Song Heping stared at him, his heart already filled with murderous intent.

Greedy people deserve to die.

"Fine! I guess I'm just unlucky!"

Song Heping pretended to be helpless and said, "But I don't have any extra gold bars right now. Could you let me see the thermal imaging module first, and then I'll have someone bring the cash over?"

"Pay first, then see the goods!" Abdul said. "I have no obligation to show you the modules until I see the money."

Song Heping spread his hands and sneered, "Customers always want to see the goods before buying them. How can you pay first? Besides, you've already broken your promise once. I need to see the goods and discuss everything before I can send you the money. Otherwise, this deal is off. I can go look elsewhere. As far as I know, you're not the only place in the Sahel region that has such good goods."

Seeing that Song Heping seemed genuinely angry, Abdul considered the situation briefly and decided that he couldn't afford to ruin the deal.

After all, he had already made a huge profit by adding five gold bars. The reason he had encountered obstacles at every turn was because he was worried that Song Heping was trying to lure him in.

After some testing and observation, it seems that the Chinese-American in front of him is not a sting operation sent by other intelligence agencies, but someone who genuinely wants to buy goods.

“Alright, alright!” He conceded: “I can let you see the goods first, but after you’ve seen them, you must immediately call your people to send the gold bars over.”

“I can only send cash,” Song Heping said. “You didn’t mention adding five more gold bars before, and I don’t have that much gold.”

"Go, go, go!"

Abdul feigned magnanimity and said, "Cash it is, for Erwin's sake."

Actually, he was quite happy.

I feel more at ease than before. Song Heping's behavior is clearly in line with common sense.

If he were to say that he would immediately send five gold bars, Abdul would suspect that he was lying.

"Go, bring me the thermal imaging module!"

Up to this point, the transaction seemed to be going smoothly, until Song Heping noticed an armed man quietly leaving the room in the corner of the hangar.

He gave Jiang Feng a wink, and the latter nodded slightly, moving his hand toward the pistol at his waist.

"We'll bring the remaining gold bars to pick up tomorrow."

As Song Heping was speaking, he suddenly drew his gun and fired at one of the guards.

bah—

Before the guard could even figure out what was happening, his head had already exploded.

The other three guards were stunned.

The sudden change caught everyone off guard.

In that brief moment of hesitation, Song Heping and Jiang Feng had already fired several shots, sending the remaining guards to their deaths.

After doing all this, Jiang Feng rushed to the warehouse door and threw a flashbang outside.

Abdul crouched beside the missile vehicle, screaming as he tried to pull out his pistol, "Someone come quick, take them down!"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Heping had already pressed the muzzle of his gun against his forehead.

"Move again, and I'll kill you!"

Abdul was instantly speechless.

Song Heping took out his satellite phone, pressed the emergency button, and sent a pre-set message.

Then he grabbed Abdul by the collar and lifted him off the ground.

"Immediately shout to those people outside not to rush in, or you'll be a cold corpse in the next second."

"Don't come in! Don't come in!"

Abdul was very obedient. Song Heping dragged him all the way to the warehouse door, where he shouted at the outside, "Don't shoot! I'm Abdul! Put down your guns!"

Song Heping sneered and said to Abdul, "Have your men send a few drivers over to drive these missile launchers away. We'll follow behind. You'll leave with us. Tell your lackeys not to follow. I'll let you go back once I'm in a safe place, understand?"

Abdul was still in a daze.

He felt like he was in a dream.

He was taken hostage in his own camp?!
Or were they being held hostage by two people?!
This is something even movies wouldn't dare to film.

These two Chinese people in front of me are absolutely insane!
Aren't they afraid of dying?!
"How do I know you won't keep your promise to let me go?!"

Abdul hesitated for a moment before raising his own questions.

"What I want is a missile, not you. You're worthless, and I have no grudge against you." Song Heping chuckled, "Killing you would be a waste of a bullet."

Abdul felt the coldness of the gun barrel against his temple.

But he still stubbornly insisted, "Such a promise is completely unreliable! You said you were coming to buy missiles, but you ended up robbing us!"

Song Heping said, "Didn't you also raise the price at the last minute? We're in the same boat."

Everything——

Suddenly, strange noises came from outside.

Then came an explosion.

bang——

bang——

bang——

Judging from the sound, the explosion occurred inside the camp.

Seeing this, Song Heping immediately said to Jiang Feng, "Let's go."

After saying that, the two immediately pulled Abdul into the car, closed the door in the driver's cab of the missile vehicle, and sat inside.

Jiang Feng quickly took out a gas mask from his backpack, put it on, and handed one to Song Heping.

After the two put on their masks, Abdul, who was completely bewildered, seemed to sense that something was wrong, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Yellow smoke suddenly billowed into the warehouse entrance...

Smoke began to spread, and soon filled the entire warehouse.

The gunfire outside intensified.

It appears someone is attacking the camp.

Abdul smelled a strange odor.

Suddenly, he understood, and abruptly turned to look at Song Heping: "You used poison gas!"

“That’s not poison gas, it’s anesthetic gas,” Song Heping said. “If I were you, I would hold my breath. This anesthetic gas is from the Russians. It’s said to be very strong and has serious side effects; it can kill people.”

Upon hearing this, Abdul hurriedly took off his scarf and covered his face.

"Big brother, big brother... do you have any spare gas masks? I need one..."

He pleaded with a face almost contorted with grief.

Song Heping shrugged and mimicked Abdul's tone when he raised the price earlier, saying, "Sorry, you didn't ask before, so I didn't prepare one for you."

Abdul was about to curse when Song Heping smashed him with the butt of his rifle, knocking him unconscious.

After knocking the guy unconscious, Song Heping raised his wrist and looked at his watch.

"The cook said it takes effect within thirty seconds of inhalation..."

As he spoke, he glanced outside the warehouse.

The gunfire seemed to be gradually subsiding.

Ten minutes later, the camp seemed to fall completely silent.

"So powerful?" Jiang Feng was somewhat surprised.

Song Heping nodded: "Russian products are rough, but they work well."

He glanced at the warehouse entrance, then opened the car door: "Let's go take a look."

The two jumped out of the car. Song Heping dragged the completely unconscious Abdul out of the car, and the two of them carried him on either side to the warehouse door.

I glanced at it cautiously.

It was quiet outside.

A thin mist-like atmosphere still permeated the camp.

However, there are no people who can walk around anymore.

"It really works..."

Song Heping couldn't help but sigh.

"Next time, I'll ask the cook for more good stuff."

(End of this chapter)