Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 835 Losing control

Chapter 835 Losing control
The air in Port Aden was thick with the acrid smell of burning tires, and white smoke from tear gas billowed through the narrow streets.

The whole city is in chaos.

The roars of the demonstrators mingled with the shouts of the military and police, and stones and rubber bullets flew back and forth in the chaotic crowd.

Song Heping lowered his body and moved quickly along the wall, with Nura and Antonov following closely behind.

Several people covered their mouths and noses with wet scarves, barely managing to resist the onslaught of tear gas.

"The fish market is next to the third dock area; we need to head west."

Song Heping pointed to the west, lowered his voice, and scanned his surroundings warily.

"This godforsaken place!"

The distance to the third pier area is actually not far, only about one kilometer.

Normally it only takes about ten minutes to walk.

At this time, the highway outside the port area was full of protesters, and not far ahead, armored vehicles of the military and police could be vaguely seen parked on the side of the road, with soldiers holding signs and tear gas launchers constantly firing tear gas in this direction.

The shouts of the protesters were deafening, the air was filled with the pungent smell of tear gas, and stones rained down in the direction of the government troops.

Getting involved in the turmoil was truly unavoidable.

The group could only walk carefully along the walls of the buildings by the roadside, trying their best not to attract anyone's attention.

They had just turned a corner with piles of burning tires when a group of masked gunmen suddenly blocked their way.

"What are you doing?! Put your hands up!"

The gun barrels of the men were all aimed at Song Heping and the others.

Antonov instinctively lowered his hand to reach for his gun.

Several men had pistols concealed on their waists, and their backpacks contained parts and ammunition that could be used to assemble assault rifles.

There were four people on the other side.

If he wanted to, Song Heping could find an opportunity to take down these guys who didn't even hold their guns properly in three seconds.

"Reporters! We are reporters!"

While giving Antonov a wink, Song Heping glanced down at his press pass hanging around his neck and the blue bulletproof vest with the word "journalist" written on it.

In war zones, these vests are indispensable.

Although some militants do not recognize this, others will still show mercy.

The leader stepped forward and used the barrel of his AK-47 to pry open Song Heping's press pass: "Which country's journalist are you from?"

“Independent investigative journalists, we are not under the jurisdiction of any television station, we only film the truth,” Song Heping calmly replied, while noticing the red cloth strips wrapped around the arms of these people—these people did not look like government soldiers.

That means the widespread protests have actually taken a turn for the worse, and the appearance of non-governmental armed personnel indicates that the situation in the country is out of control.

The logic is simple: when you see one cockroach in the kitchen, there's probably already a nest of them in the corner.

The militant leader suddenly pressed a gun against Song Heping's abdomen: "What are you doing here?"

Song Heping's muscles tensed instantly.

"We want to know what happened here."

Song Heping suddenly switched to fluent Arabic and replied, "We are a neutral news media."

In such a place, Song Heping dared not express any stance.

After all, there are too many conflicts of interest behind the chaos.

I have no idea who these people on the other side are.

This unexpected answer caught the militant leader off guard.

Immediately, his gaze fell on Nura.

Perhaps seeing that Nura was a woman, the men here felt somewhat uncomfortable seeing her in public, especially with two foreign men, as if the fish in their own pond had been caught by someone else.

"you--"

He walked up to Nura.

"Certificate!"

Nura took out her identification from the front pocket of her bulletproof vest and handed it over.

The man looked around while glancing at Nura from time to time.

"Take off your scarf."

Seemingly still not satisfied with the identification, the leader then ordered Nura to remove the scarf covering her face.

Out of the corner of his eye, Song Heping noticed that Nura's fingers had quietly moved toward the dagger hidden at her waist.

He knew that the leader in front of him had touched a raw nerve with Nura. For a Bedouin woman who could become a smuggling boss, the traditional Middle Eastern system of male superiority was something she could not tolerate.

And the leader also seemed to have a desire to escalate the situation.

For these extremely conservative local armed personnel, the act of a woman appearing in public and even working as a reporter was an unforgivable crime.

Song Heping immediately realized that something bad was about to happen...

In that split second, Antonov slowly took two steps back and "accidentally" knocked over a gasoline drum standing upright on the side of the road.

With a deafening roar, Song Heping swiftly drew his pistol, and with his other hand, he coiled around the leader's neck like a snake, pulling him close to him.

The lightning-fast movement was completed in an instant.

The three armed men, three or four meters away, only reacted 0.5 seconds later and raised their guns.

However, they had already let their guard down and their guns were hanging down, so raising them now would take some time.

Military competence is reflected in every detail.

When Song Heping first met these four people, he already knew that they were a motley crew of local armed personnel.

Because every move they make screams "amateur," telling everyone that they are novices.

The mere 0.5 seconds wasted in this process resulted in two of them having bullet holes in their foreheads.

puff-

Song Heping's rapid-fire technique is known for being fast, accurate, and ruthless.

The two went to see God before they even understood what had happened.

The last militant did raise his gun, but it was aimed at his superior.

Just as he hesitated whether to pull the trigger, Song Heping's last bullet arrived.

puff--

The same head exploded, and he lay there stiffly, lifeless.

The leader, whose throat was being tightly gripped by Song Heping, had already started rolling his eyes.

The force in Song Heping's arm made him feel as if a hydraulic clamp was gripping his neck, and the instantaneous lack of blood flow to his brain caused him to become dizzy.

Song Heping released his grip, and the leader slumped to the ground.

He didn't hold back and fired directly at the top of his head.

Snapped--

The bullet shattered the skull and exited through the jaw.

The leader swayed and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

"run!"

Song Heping growled in a low voice.

The three immediately rushed to the side alley and turned into a narrow alley filled with garbage.

Leaving the scene was necessary; since armed men had appeared, there must be other armed personnel nearby.

The alley was dilapidated and interconnected.

Song Heping led the way.

He has a very good sense of direction.