Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 824 Goodbye, Pence
Surrounded by bodyguards, Pence hastily retreated to a designated fire escape.

On the way, two bodyguards quickly put another Level III bulletproof vest on him and fastened a Kevlar helmet.

This is a heavy-duty bulletproof vest that is only worn in emergency situations; previously, I had been wearing a light-duty one.

This means that we have now entered an extremely dangerous state.

Although the custom-made armor, worth $8000, could stop 7.62mm rifle bullets, it gave him no sense of security at this moment.

He knew that madman too well—Song Heping never attacked head-on; he was like a true ghost, always able to find his opponent's most vulnerable moment.

"Sir, let's take the emergency exit."

The head of the bodyguard team, McCoy, opened the hidden door to the fire escape, a secret passage prepared by the hotel for VIPs that leads directly to the underground parking lot.

Pence's legs felt weak, and his back was covered in cold sweat.

He heard McCoy frantically shouting: "Repeat, cancel air evacuation! Snipers have the high ground! Activate ground plan!"

By the time the elevator descended to the second basement level, Pence's shirt underneath his suit was completely soaked with cold sweat.

Four identical black Land Rovers were neatly arranged in the designated parking area, with four fully armed bodyguards standing next to each vehicle.

"Take this one, sir."

McCoy opened the door of the third car, a specially modified bulletproof model.

"Don't worry, we'll be able to leave here soon. The situation has been reported to the local police, and they'll be there shortly."

Pence crawled into the carriage and smelled a mixture of leather and fear.

The bulletproof glass is 5 centimeters thick, and the car door weighs three times as much as a regular car door.

This sense of security calmed him down a bit, until he noticed a black partition had been raised between the driver's seat and the back seat.

“What does this mean?” He slammed his hand on the table.

"Standard procedure, sir."

McCoy's voice came through the car's communication system.

"To prevent the hijackers from coercing the driver, please fasten your seatbelt. We are about to depart."

Pence paused for a moment.

As a long-time deputy director of the CIA, although he came from a civilian background, he was familiar with this procedure.

I panicked too much...

When she heard that Song Heping had come to find her, her hands were freezing cold.

Damn!

That madman deserves to be torn to pieces!
He kept cursing in his mind.

With engines roaring, the convoy split up and headed toward the underground parking lot exit.

Pence's car was in the second rank, with escort vehicles in front and behind.

"Team B has departed and is proceeding through the exit." McCoy's voice was accompanied by static. "Stay alert, the sniper may still be there—"

The convoy sped toward the exit.

The lights ahead gradually thinned out, and were replaced by brighter lights at the exit.

Seeing the exit, Pence's heart gradually began to settle down...

The convoy entered the exit lane, and the barriers rose...

keep going……

The exit is just ahead...

Behind the exit railing is a passageway about twenty meters long.

Once you exit the passageway, you'll find yourself on the road.

Once on the road, the convoy could use its high speed to immediately escape Song Heping's pursuit. Even if the other party chased after them in a car, the police would arrive within twenty minutes.

As the convoy reached the bend in the passageway, a Corolla sedan suddenly appeared on the right.

McCoy, in the passenger seat, glanced warily at the strange car.

The driver's cab was pitch black, and it was impossible to see if anyone was there.

Suddenly, a flash of light went through his mind, and McCoy broke out in a cold sweat.

"Speed ​​up! Speed ​​up!"

A dangerous expectation loomed over us like a tidal wave.

McCoy, who had received special training, immediately sensed danger.

Unfortunately, it was all too late.

boom--

A burst of light suddenly erupted in the darkness.

The explosion sounded like the end of the world.

Pence felt himself being thrown into the air, and the armored car tumbled around like a toy.

His head slammed hard against the roof of the car, and the seatbelt dug into the flesh of his shoulder.

As the world spun around him, he heard the piercing sound of metal tearing apart, followed by a barrage of impacts—thousands of screws pierced the car body at supersonic speeds, tearing spiderweb-like cracks into the bulletproof glass like locusts devouring crops.

When the vehicle finally stopped rolling, Pence's ears were ringing.

He smelled gasoline and blood, and saw the wreckage of the car in front of him burning, with charred corpses vaguely visible inside the twisted metal frame.

The Toyota Corolla containing the IED had disappeared, reduced to fragments scattered across the ground, and all the vehicles at the scene were riddled with holes.

"Sir! Can it still move?"

McCoy's voice came faintly from outside the car. "We have to get you—"

A gunshot interrupted the call.

Pence saw through the crack that McCoy's head exploded like a watermelon, his body slammed against the car window, and then slowly fell down against the car body.

The splattered blood stained the car window, leaving a bloodstain as McCoy's body slid down.

bang bang——

bang bang——

bang bang——

Then came more precise bursts of fire, each shot accompanied by a bodyguard's scream.

"Nine o'clock!"

The surviving bodyguards shouted for fire, but were immediately riddled with bullets.

Pence, huddled in the deformed carriage, reached for his spare pistol under his seat. It was a silver Colt M1911 with "CIA" engraved on the grip—a memento of his more than twenty years of service with the agency.

At this moment, the cold metal became his only support.

Outside the armored vehicle, the gunfire suddenly stopped.

Pence heard the sound of boots hitting broken glass, coming closer and closer.

He held his breath and pointed the gun at the source of the sound.

"Bulletproof cars, what a hassle."

A voice with a Russian accent rang out.

"The boss said he needs to confirm the kill."

"let me."

This time it was an Asian accent, and Pence shuddered—he had heard a recording of this voice before; it belonged to Jiang Feng, Song Heping's right-hand man.

The sound of metal knocking came from the roof of the car; someone was inspecting the overturned Land Rover.

Suddenly, a beam of bright light shone in through the broken front window, blinding Pence.

"He's inside! He's still alive!"

The polar bear's voice was filled with excitement.

"There's a crack in the rear window!"

Pence fired three shots at the light source, but all the bullets were stopped by the bulletproof glass.

His response was the roar of an AK rifle, the bullet hitting the same spot on the window frame precisely.

With a "whoosh," a small hole appeared in the glass.

“No waiting!” Pence recoiled desperately, pressing himself firmly against his seat. “We can talk—”

The two people outside gave him no reply.

He was answered by two dark figures.

Two round objects were inserted through the hole in the broken bulletproof glass and landed at his feet.

Pence recognized them as two RGD-5 grenades with their safety pins removed. The black cast iron shells were engraved with rough grooves—a deadly weapon designed to increase fragmentation.

In his final moments of consciousness, Pence recalled words he had spoken to his trainees twenty years earlier at a training camp in Virginia: "Remember, kids, in this business, you either kill the target, or the target kills you. There is no third option."

boom--

A burst of fire erupted inside the bulletproof vehicle, the doors were blown open by the shockwave, and Pence's severed limbs hung like rag dolls on the twisted frame.

Three hundred meters away, an inconspicuous Nissan SUV slowly drove up.

Song Heping gripped the steering wheel with one hand, peering out at the thick smoke billowing from the parking lot exit ahead.

When he saw Jiang Feng and Bai Xiong run out of the exit and give him the "target clear" signal, he pressed his earpiece: "Clear up traces, evacuate as planned."

Bai Xiong quickly placed thermite incendiary bombs on several corpses, while Jiang Feng collected all the spent cartridge cases.

When the first fire siren came from afar, the two had already jumped into the waiting SUV.

"Old squad leader, this old fox is more cowardly than I thought."

Jiang Feng wiped the blood from his face, his tone as relaxed as if he had just finished a basketball game.

"I thought the former CIA deputy director could hold out a little longer, but he ended up crying and begging for mercy like a pitiful baby."

Song Heping glanced at the burning convoy in the rearview mirror; the flames illuminated his sharply defined face.

"Fear is the best weapon. He knew I was coming, and he knew he was doomed."

The SUV turned into a side alley, and the three quickly transferred to another pre-arranged sedan. As police cars and ambulances sped past, they were already heading towards a safe house on the outskirts of the city.

Outside the car window, the night sky over N'Djamena was dyed red by the firelight.

Song Heping took out his satellite phone and dialed that familiar number.

"Tell Ms. M that the bill has been settled."

He finished speaking briefly and hung up the phone without waiting for a response.

The distant flames gradually diminished and eventually disappeared into the night.

Just like the name Pence.

For Song Heping, this was just another game of hunting that had ended. He could almost foresee how high Langley's director would jump when he learned of this news.

But so what?

Life and death are bearish, if you don't agree, just do it.

He recalled a famous saying: "I think we shouldn't decide how long they want to fight. Let them fight for as long as they want, until we achieve complete victory!"
(End of this chapter)