Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 821 High-Level Security Measures

The N'Djamena Grand Hotel is one of the few five-star luxury hotels in Africa.

Afternoon, three o'clock.

Three blocks away from the hotel, under the shade of trees on the roadside, Song Heping sat in the driver's seat of a rented Toyota sedan, listening to local country songs playing on the radio.

Amidst the melodious music, the passenger door was opened.

Song Heping had already seen the person approaching in the rearview mirror.

MI6 agent, Jeffrey.

Good afternoon, Jeffrey.

Song Heping picked up a piece of chewing gum from his hand and handed it over.

"Want one?"

"No."

Jeffrey shook his head.

"What's the security situation inside?" Song Heping asked.

"Security has been increased again these past few days," Jeffrey said.

"A CIA agent or a member of the Presbyterian Church?"

"They are not CIA personnel, but they are all former special forces members and agents. The security level is even tighter than when he was the deputy director of the CIA."

Jeffrey said, "He spends most of his time in the presidential suite. When I bring him food and drinks, I can only deliver them to the vicinity of the elevator. From the vicinity of the elevator to the door, there are at least three security guards, with at least three bodyguards at each level. He only leaves the room once a day at 3 p.m. to go to the gym."

"Then let's strike when he's working out," Song Heping asked. "There are a lot of people in the gym, making it easier to sneak in."

“You’re being too naive,” Jeffrey laughed. “The presidential suite is on a separate floor with its own elevator. The gym is on the same floor. How are you going to get in? This isn’t a gym that’s part of the hotel’s facilities.”

Song Heping was secretly surprised.

This Pence, he really is a former intelligence agent.

He probably reviewed the security measures himself, and they must be watertight.

Is there no room service every day?

"Have."

"Then I can disguise myself as a room service attendant and go in."

"Don't be ridiculous. He specifically requested a female waitress. Are you transgender?"

Hearing this, Song Heping also felt that he was in a difficult situation.

He didn't have any women at his disposal who could take on this task.

MI6 is estimated to have it.

But they won't make a move.

Ms. M is also a cunning old fox.

Although she wanted to use Song Heping to deal with the CIA.

But it was merely a "borrowing".

Taking the risk of sending your own people to kill a former CIA deputy director is something no one with a brain would do so recklessly.

Ultimately, it still depends on our own people to take action; MI6 won't provide any excessive assistance.

After all, the relationship between the UK and the US is far more important than getting rid of Pence.

"Okay, then give me the hotel's floor plan, and also write down its security setup and measures and send them to me."

Self-reliance leads to abundance.

You can never rely on others to help you.

Especially these cunning old foxes in the intelligence community, each one more cunning than the last.

"It has been prepared for a long time."

Jeffrey handed over a USB drive.

"I have received orders to evacuate the hotel tonight."

"hehe."

Song Heping smiled.

"You British really are seasoned troublemakers."

He couldn't help but sneer, "Is this to avoid suspicion? You're afraid that if something happens to us, it will implicate you."

Jeffrey sneered, "Song, I know who you are. Don't mock us here. Think about your current identity: a terrorist on the UN list, a major drug lord in South America. We're already giving you face by providing some intelligence assistance. If it weren't for orders from above, I wouldn't be sitting in the same car as you."

Seeing his retort, Song Heping was equally blunt: "I'm on the terrorist leader list, a major drug lord? Then let me ask you, what terrorist attacks have I carried out? Since you're so familiar with my personal information, then please tell me, how many civilians have I killed? What institutions have I attacked?"

At this point, he raised a finger and laughed, "Ah...that's right, I remember now. I did take out quite a few CIA and Mossad agents, and I even raided your safe house in Morocco. But ask me, who tried to attack me first? For example, if your MI6 hadn't kidnapped Henry in Morocco, intending to use him to exchange for benefits with the Americans, would I have raided your safe house? If the CIA and Mossad hadn't come to me wanting to kill me, would I have wiped them out?"

Jeffrey was speechless.

In fact, he didn't like Song Heping, and even thought it was a dark joke that Ms. M was cooperating with such a person.

But Song Heping's every word was irrefutable.

Especially the Morocco incident.

Some analysts later believed that Song Heping deliberately arranged for Henry to appear in Morocco, intentionally putting himself in the trap to lure out MI6 and reveal Song Heping's Mogadishu plan, and then set a trap to kill the CIA agent.

But it's also true that our own department took action first.

"You should think about how to get rid of Pence first. Goodbye, Song."

Jeffrey said no more.

He didn't want to waste any more time in the car.

Although Chad is not a war-torn country, there are still spies from various parties active there.

No one knows if they might be being watched. If they are filmed, things could escalate, and they could even be silenced by MI6's "cleaners."

Goodbye, Jeffrey.

Song Heping did not try to stop him and let him go.

After he left, Song Heping took out his laptop from his backpack, plugged in the USB drive, and began to review the information Jeffrey had left him.

The information was comprehensive, and the methods used to collect it were very professional—the hotel floor plan, security deployment, and even the model of the vehicle Pence would be using were all included.

But as Jeffrey described, it was too difficult, almost impossible, to take down Pence from inside the hotel.

There are twenty-six bodyguards listed on the official register alone.

How many are hidden in the shadows? I don't know.

If internal measures don't work, what about external measures at the hotel?

He focused his attention on the building structure on the top floor.

"Logically speaking... it shouldn't be bulletproof glass..."

With that thought in mind, he shut down his laptop, then turned the car around to meet up with Bai Xiong and Jiang Feng.

Thirty minutes later, in front of a French-style building in another block, Song Heping's car slowly pulled up in front of the door.

As he got off the bus, Song Heping keenly observed his surroundings.

There was no sign of being followed.

After arriving here, he put on some simple disguises: a baseball cap, a fake mustache, and sunglasses.

These are all essential items.

Jiang Feng opened the door, saw Song Heping, and immediately closed it. Then he asked, "I've been waiting for you for ages. I wanted to call you, but I was afraid it would interfere with your rendezvous."

Song Heping took his bag and walked to the dining room, took out his computer, placed it on the table, and brought up the files.

"Polar Bear, come and take a look too. Let's all think of a solution."

The three of them huddled around the computer for a long time.

Finally, the polar bear said, "It looks like the security is very tight."

Jiang Feng, as always, sarcastically remarked, "Old Pence is very afraid of dying."

Song Heping said, "It would be too difficult to attack from the inside. Even if we managed to break in, we probably wouldn't be able to escape unscathed. So we can only attack from the outside."

"Sniper."

The polar bear immediately turned around and went into the room, quickly taking out an M24 sniper rifle and placing it on the dining table.

"Shoot him dead. Boss, your marksmanship is excellent. Use this."

Bai Xiong was indeed very confident in Song Heping's sniping skills.

He had witnessed Song Heping's exceptional long-range sniping skills while in Iligo.

"Well, theoretically, it's impossible for a hotel to temporarily install bulletproof glass, but sniping is worth a try."

Song Heping picked up the M24, inspected the chamber, and looked at the rifling.

The gun is in good condition, no problem.

The weapons for this mission were all provided by MI6, and they were all American-made—the British didn't seem to want to have anything to do with them, as there wasn't a single British-made weapon.

"Without further ado."

Song Heping looked at his watch.

"It'll be a little over an hour before Pence goes to the gym, so let's pack up and head out."

"OK!"

"it is good!"

Bai Xiong and Jiang Feng went off separately to retrieve weapons and reconnaissance equipment.

The three of them quickly left the house and drove back to the vicinity of the hotel.

Song Heping stopped in a shady spot by the roadside about 1000 meters from the hotel in the bureau.

Jiang Feng looked around and asked in confusion, "Isn't this too far? It's beyond the normal range of the M24. Aren't we going to the telecommunications building?"

Song Heping said, "Be careful. Let's go check the roof of that building first. Only bring light weapons, not heavy weapons."

He pointed out the window to an eight-story building, which, according to the map, was a commercial building.

Chad is, after all, a backward country. Even in the capital, N'Djamena, there are not many tall buildings. The city is mostly covered with trees, and most buildings are only three or four stories high. Even the five-star hotel where Pence stayed only had nine floors.

This eight-story building is already considered a high-rise building.

Jiang Feng said that the telecommunications building was only 400 meters away from the hotel where Pence was staying, and it was also a 9-story building, making it a perfect sniping spot.

Song Heping is parking here now and is even telling people not to bring heavy weapons up, which clearly means he's not setting up a sniping position here.

The group followed Song Heping into the building.

It was indeed a commercial building, housing many Chadian foreign companies, and frequented by blond-haired, blue-eyed local elites in suits.

The security guards at the entrance quickly stopped the group.

Song Heping took out his Doctors Without Borders credentials and told the other party that he was there to discuss business with Enco Trading Company, and that an appointment had already been made.

His explanation left Jiang Feng, who was standing to the side, dumbfounded.

Neither he nor Bai Xiong knew about Song Heping's plan.

Seeing his old squad leader talking so eloquently and seriously, he momentarily thought he was a Doctors Without Borders.

The security guard checked the ID and, as expected, politely let them through.

"Old squad leader, what are you up to?"

After passing the security post at the gate, Jiang Feng lowered his voice and asked Song Heping.

(End of this chapter)