Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 817 Weakness
Song Heping walked up to Brody and took the weapon from his body.

"Are you Brody?"

"I...don't know you..."

"My name is Song, Song Heping."

Song Heping pointed to himself.

"Your goal this time."

Brody tried to speak, but another mouthful of blood welled up inside him.

Song Heping looked at him, frowned, and asked, "Do you need my help?"

Brody wanted to say "okay," but his blood started flowing uncontrollably.

He's starting to feel like he's drowning.

The ruptured internal organs caused blood to flow everywhere like a stream of sewage.

The problem is, it's estimated that death is still a little while away.

Although it wasn't long, it was very uncomfortable.

He understood what Song Heping meant.

The person in front of me wanted to save face for me.

To make my death quick and painless.

On the battlefield, this is mercy.

He nodded earnestly, as if pleading.

Without further ado, Song Heping drew his gun, aimed it at the man's forehead, and fired the bullet downwards.

This allows the warhead to destroy the brainstem immediately, much like shutting down a computer by unplugging its circuitry.

Brody died peacefully.

The ambush was not difficult.

In fact, none of the battles Song Heping experienced could even be considered low-intensity.

Brody probably remained resentful until his death.

But what can you do if you're not convinced?
Go protest to God.

After doing all this, Song Heping checked his watch, turned around and shouted to everyone, "Time is running out, there are only twenty minutes left."

They have to be quick.

Immediately follow the plan and transform yourself into an EO company assault team as quickly as possible, then travel to North Darfur as a "shepherd" to meet with Hakim and others.

Tonight's meeting with the leaders of two armed groups is extremely urgent. We cannot afford to make any mistakes that might arouse their suspicion, and we certainly cannot let Pence, who is far away in Chad, sense anything and slip away.

"Weber, how is my old friend?"

"He's still in the presidential suite; he hasn't come out."

Weber briefed Pence on his movements.

"Song, you need to get this sorted out quickly. I estimate that Pence will contact the 'Shepherd' by noon tomorrow at the latest to find out what's going on."

"Don't worry, leave it to me."

"Klein! How's it going on your end?!"

Song Heping hung up the phone and turned to the key to the plan—Klein.

"Let's begin!"

Klein woke the "shepherd" up by splashing ice water on him.

Hey! Wake up!

He reached out and slapped the arms dealer and intelligence broker hard across the face.

The shepherd, who had been knocked unconscious by the explosion, finally woke up.

However, he soon found himself strapped to a folding chair.

He instinctively struggled for a moment, and a sharp pain shot through his left shoulder.

"hiss--"

The shepherd gasped.

He glanced at his left shoulder, where a piece of shrapnel was embedded, half of it protruding from the muscle, and blood soaked through half of his sleeve.

"who are you!?"

Looking around, he had already guessed a bit, but he still couldn't help asking another question.

"Let's skip the boring parts."

Klein put on medical gloves, looking just like a doctor preparing to operate on a patient, but then picked up a neuroconduction device from the side.

"Just give them the code for Hakim and Markul's meeting."

The shepherd paused for a moment, then spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm and uttered a curse: "Go to hell."

Klein sighed and placed the electrodes on the "shepherd's" temples.

This device will not leave permanent damage, but it can produce pain comparable to a third-degree burn.

He first set the current to 50 milliamps, then turned the switch. The current instantly passed through the "shepherd's" body, entering through his temples and striking directly at the cerebral cortex…

"Ow—"

He immediately let out a wolf-like howl.

Song Heping frowned and said, "Could you put a piece of cloth or something in his mouth? He'll bite off his tongue later."

"what……"

Klein turned off the power, picked up a stone, and stuffed it directly into the "shepherd's" mouth.

"Uh-huh--"

The shepherd opened his eyes wide and shook his head in horror.

The feeling just now was awful.

Those few seconds felt like centuries in hell.

"If you back down and confess, remember to nod."

Klein explained the details very politely, like a teacher patiently guiding a student.

"Give me the code word for the rendezvous, okay?"

The shepherd's eyes darted around, as if he was still hesitating.

Klein didn't give him a chance and started turning the power switch.

"Well--"

Because of the stone stuffed in his mouth, the cry was much muffled and strange this time, but Song Heping was much more satisfied and nodded from the side, saying, "Not bad, that's more like it."

The shepherd trembled violently, like a belly dancer shaking her fleshy body, every muscle in his body shaking uncontrollably.

When the current reached 50 milliamperes, the shepherd's muscles began to spasm; at 80 milliamperes, his muffled screams echoed across the wilderness; at 100 milliamperes...

"Suka! What's that smell!?"

The polar bear next to him rubbed its nose.

Song Heping looked down and saw the shepherd's urine dripping down the chair.

"signal."

Klein turned off the device, his voice as gentle as if he were coaxing a child.

The shepherd's pupils were dilated, but he still struggled: "You...don't know...who you're up against."

Seeing this, Song Heping squatted down to look the "shepherd" in the eye: "I know you are from the 'Elders' Council,' and I even know that Pence contacted you. Furthermore—"

Song Heping took the tablet computer from Jiang Feng and held it up in front of "Shepherd".

"I also know that you have an illegitimate daughter in Paris."

The shepherd's breathing suddenly became rapid.

Song Heping clicked on a picture, which showed a photo of a little girl smiling in front of the Eiffel Tower.

"Marion Dubois, fourth grade at Saint-Germain-en-Laye International School."

"You shameless bastard!"

The shepherd's eyes bulged out, like two balloons about to burst.

As Song Heping listened to his curses, he thought to himself that the British intelligence was indeed accurate.

Everyone has a weakness.

Even if this guy is extremely vicious, he still has weaknesses.

When the electrodes were placed on his temples again, the "shepherd" broke down.

"I'll talk! I'll talk! But you have to grant me one request."

Song Heping didn't need him to mention any conditions; he already guessed what they were. He directly told him, "We Easterners have a saying: 'Misfortune should not extend to family members.' Of course, unless there are special circumstances, as long as you tell me, I have no interest in harming your daughter."

The shepherd lowered his head.

Large drops of sweat slid down his forehead.

"Among the things you took from me were two daggers engraved with Quranic verses. When we meet, all I need to do is show them to him, and he'll understand..."

After recording the last message, Klein nodded to Song Heping.

"Just kill me……"

The shepherd raised his head.

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, you're dead, but your daughter is safe now."

After saying that, he instructed Klein, "Clean it up."

"no problem."

Klein drew his gun, stood up, and fired a shot into the "shepherd's" head in one swift motion.

The bullet pierced the skull and entered the ground.

The shepherd's head lolled to the side, and he died.

(End of this chapter)