Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 836 Insider
Soon, Song Heping led the two to the edge of the shack area.

"The fish market is just ahead!"

Song Heping growled and pointed to a row of low shops not far away.

This is the edge of Pier 3 area.

Pier No. 3 is a fishing pier, and the shops selling seafood are located inside the pier area, a dense cluster of stalls. Now it's quiet, but judging from its size, it must have been very lively before.

Having finally found the rendezvous point, Antonov spat and wiped the dust off his face, recalling the close-quarters gunfight that had just taken place: "This godforsaken place is even more bustling than Chechnya!"

Nura's eyes scanned the surroundings warily above the scarf: "Something's wrong... It's too quiet."

The fish market vendors had long since left, leaving only smashed wooden crates and scattered fish entrails.

Many shop signs hung crookedly, and the doors were ajar, with not a ray of light shining through.

"What's so strange about that? This place is in complete chaos. Why wouldn't people who can run run? Never mind all that, I don't want to stay here a minute longer. Let's find our contact quickly, find a safe place to hide first, and then see how to get out of this hellhole!"

Antonov disagreed, thinking Nura was neurotic.

"It's better to be careful."

Song Heping stopped Antonov, who was about to walk forward, and looked down at the seafood shops on the distant dock.

"Find a place to scout out the surrounding area first; better safe than sorry."

"You're being way too cautious..."

Antonov looked back at the road he had come from.

“There are four corpses lying over there. Their accomplices will definitely hunt us down. If we don’t find a safe place soon, we’re all doomed.”

"No matter how dangerous it is, we must not rush!"

Song Heping glared at the Russian in front of him.

"Assemble the weapons immediately, Anton. Find a high vantage point, go a bit further away, and use your camera equipment to observe the surrounding area for snipers. Be careful."

"All right……"

Antonov had no choice but to compromise.

Song Heping is the boss; he has absolute authority, and his word is law.

The group found a secluded corner, took out parts and ammunition from their backpacks, and began assembling their weapons.

Song Heping has an AKM assault rifle, Nura has an AK74U, and Anton has a VSS silenced sniper rifle.

After the three finished assembling, Song Heping looked at them and said, "Nura, you and Anton will be in charge of the observation point. I'll go there myself."

"Are you crazy?!"

Antonov's eyes widened.

How will you handle this alone?

"I am the only one who is safe."

Song Heping didn't actually want to say anything that would hurt someone's self-esteem.

A former Russian Air Force officer, and a woman.

It would be dangerous if they went in together; I would have to be distracted to protect them.

However, saying that seemed too hurtful, Song Heping could only add: "We don't need that many people to make contact. Besides, if there's really a problem, it would be pointless for all three of us to go in. It's better for me to go in alone. The buildings there are very messy, so it's easier for one person to escape."

These words finally calmed Antonov down, who was starting to lose face. He nodded and said, "What you said makes some sense..."

"Test the communication channel. If there are no problems, we can begin immediately."

Song Heping turned on the small radio switch in his backpack.

This is a tactical mini radio, which can maintain communication channels within a squad's operations within a range of 5-10 kilometers.

Shortly after, Antonov and Nura's voices came through the earpiece.

"Boss, I'm in position."

"I'm in position now, on a water tower."

Both of them secured high ground on the perimeter.

Song Heping began inspecting the ammunition, saying as he did so, "Anton, use the camera equipment to scout ahead."

Of the three, Antonov had photographic equipment.

The lens can magnify the image, and it can also serve a certain purpose as a substitute for a reconnaissance device.

"It seems we haven't found anything."

After a while, Antonov reported over the channel, "But I also think it's too quiet..."

"Have you seen shop number 17?" "I can roughly see the location, it's all dark."

Antonov said helplessly, "I can't see anything."

Are there any snipers around?

"It seems I haven't found anything..."

"like?"

"Um... what I have in my hand isn't a reconnaissance device..."

Anton started complaining about the equipment.

"Okay, you guys keep an eye on things, I'm going in."

After finishing his sentence, Song Heping took his gun and began to approach the fishing pier commercial area.

As Song Heping walked out of the shantytown, he looked at the open space in front of him and suddenly stopped.

From the shack area to the dock area, there is a clearing of about fifty meters, mostly muddy ground with some areas covered by unknown weeds.

Perhaps it was the natural vigilance he developed from being a special forces soldier.

Whenever these two things are together at night or in an open space, Song Heping would naturally feel a sense of unease welling up from the bottom of his heart.

He stood in the corner for a moment, then turned and left.

He decided not to go this way, but to first exit the road from another direction, then circle around to the north, and sneak into the dock area from the north.

"Boss, where are you? I can't see you."

Soon after, Antonov inquired about Song Heping on the channel.

He discovered that he used to be able to see Song Heping, but now he couldn't see him at all.

"That's good, just keep an eye on shop number 17 and the area around it."

In the bushes along the roadside north of Pier 3.

A dark figure appeared here like a ghost.

Song Heping could hear his own slightly heavy breathing.

He had just walked a full 800 meters before finding this place where he could infiltrate Port Area 3.

Soon, he arrived outside the barbed wire fence of the port area.

In the past, this place probably didn't attract many people; it was just a patch of weeds and wildly growing trees.

Beyond the fence lies the commercial area. Through the wire fence, Song Heping can see the outermost shops.

He took out the pliers and carefully cut one wire, then another.

Sweat dripped down and landed on the pliers.

As Song Heping cut through the barbed wire, he kept looking around.

This place really does have a creepy feel to it...

Finally, a large hole was cut in the barbed wire. Song Heping grabbed the barbed wire with his hand, gently pried it open, and knocked the cut part to the ground. He then gently pressed it down with a stone to prevent it from bouncing back and making a sound. Then, like a fox hunting its prey, he disappeared into the other end of the barbed wire.

At the same time, two kilometers away from the shopping area of ​​Pier 3, a Volkswagen van was parked in the dark woods by the roadside.

One wall inside the car was covered with screens, and several CIA agents were staring intently at them.

Jasper and Simon sat at the very back of the carriage.

Jasper's expression was serious, his brows were furrowed, and he would occasionally glance up at the screen.

The screen displays a flat map, which is clearly a map of Port Area 3 and the surrounding neighborhoods.

On the map, several small green dots are scattered around the shopping area.

"Don't worry, he will definitely come here. Don't be nervous."

Seeing that Jasper was fidgeting, Simon suddenly said to comfort him, "I know him. He will definitely go in alone to find the contact."

Jasper opened his mouth slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

This was the closest I've ever come to success.

Tonight we'll find out if the information provided by the mole is true.

He glanced down at his watch.

It's 8:30 PM.

"FUCK! Why aren't they here yet? Didn't they get ashore a long time ago?"

(End of this chapter)