Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 837 The contact person is dead

The commercial area of ​​Port No. 3 was eerily quiet.

Sporadic gunshots and explosions could be heard from the city center in the distance, creating an eerie contrast with the graveyard-like silence here.

"Anton, have you found anything?"

Song Heping moved in the darkness, hugging the walls of the shops.

The gun was always pointed forward.

Occasionally, I would glance at the number plates on the shop signs.

He quickly figured out the pattern in the door numbers and started moving toward shop number 17.

"Nothing was found..."

Antonov said, somewhat puzzled, "We haven't even seen a single living person, Song. I feel something's not right..."

"Keep staring."

Song Heping and Antonov shared the same sentiment.

He had a premonition that something had happened to his contact.

But he had to go and see; he couldn't leave because of his suspicions and give up the opportunity to make contact.

Shop number 17 is located in the second row from the west.

After approaching, Song Heping did not enter through the front door, but instead went around to the back door.

The back door is a blue metal door.

Song Heping leaned against the side of the door and gently pushed it open.

Every movement must be made with extreme care.

If you hear a clicking sound from a metal spring, or feel a certain amount of resistance when pushing it, or hear a slight rustling sound from metal wires, you must run away immediately.

There is likely a trap behind the door.

The door hinges made a slight creaking sound; there were no traps.

The store was completely dark.

Song Heping did not rush in. Instead, he stood sideways against the door frame, pulled out his Glock 17, took out an M84 stun grenade from the pocket of his bulletproof vest with his left hand, gently pulled the safety, and tossed it into the room.

"boom--!"

A blinding flash and a deafening explosion instantly tore through the darkness.

Song Heping burst in at the instant of the explosion, his tactical flashlight switch on his gun activated, and he quickly swept it across the room—

Amidst the smoke of battle, he smelled a strong stench of blood.

Under the bright white light, the hunchbacked old man's body sat slumped in the corner, his throat slit open, the blood already congealed.

"Damn..."

Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted.

This is a trap!
He immediately growled into his headset, "Retreat! There's an ambush!"

But all I heard in the headphones was a piercing electrical noise—the signal was blocked!
Kaka-

At that very moment, a slight sound came from the ceiling above, like someone stepping on the floor.

"Fire!"

There's someone upstairs!
Before Song Heping could think, he did a side roll and hid behind the counter.

The bullet that pierced the wooden floor from the second floor to the first floor instantly tore the wooden counter to pieces.

He braced himself with one hand on the ground, leaped up, and simultaneously pulled the trigger repeatedly towards the ceiling—

Puff puff--

Puff puff--

Screams came from upstairs.

Three precise shots were fired, and two assault team members fell to the ground.

Song Heping turned around and was about to rush out the back door.

Don't stay here for long.

The rendezvous operation has definitely been leaked.

"Song... the back door... is blocked!"

Antonov's voice came through the headset intermittently, accompanied by the low, muffled firing of the VSS silenced sniper rifle.

"Nura!"

Song Heping shouted.

He needs fire support now.

“I’m on the high ground!” Nura’s voice was calm and sharp, accompanied by the sound of assault rifle fire.

"Watch out, there might be a sniper on the roof!"

bang bang——

Before he could finish speaking, two sniper bullets pierced through the shop window, grazed Song Heping's shoulder, and landed on the ground, sending up a spray of gravel.

Song Heping gritted his teeth, slammed into the side shelf, and rolled into the kitchen area. At the same time, he pulled a smoke grenade from his tactical belt and threw it towards the door.

Thick smoke instantly filled the entire shop, completely obscuring the vision of the assault team members.

"Suppress! Seal off the entrance!"

The leader of the "Watchmen" squad roared.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping kicked open the kitchen window and jumped out.

However, the moment he landed, he was met with the dark muzzle of a gun—

A member of the Watchers team was already lying in ambush here!
"Game over, Song."

The other party grinned maliciously as he pulled the trigger.

There was no time left to think.

There was no chance to dodge.

The moment the other side fired, Song Heping suddenly turned to the side. The bullet grazed his cheek, and a burning pain instantly spread.

The warm liquid slid down my cheeks to my chin.

As he dodged, he raised his hand without hesitation and fired a shot—

The distance between the two is very close.

Pistols are more suitable for this role than assault rifles—they have a shorter draw and are quicker to raise.

"boom!"

The bullet struck the man precisely between the eyebrows, and the body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

But the gunshots had already given away his position, and more footsteps were approaching from all directions. "Song! This way!"

Nura's voice came from the end of the alley. She was holding an AK74U assault rifle and firing wildly at the road around Shop 17. Although the distance was far and the shooting accuracy was insufficient, the rain of bullets falling on the buildings and the ground caused the "Watchmen" team members who were moving towards Shop 17 to find cover to avoid being injured by blind fire.

Antonov had already located the enemy sniper's position; the two shots he had fired at Song Heping earlier had revealed his location.

clap clap-

clap clap-

The VSS silenced sniper rifle has a very unique sound.

Two consecutive bursts of fire silenced the enemy sniper's position instantly.

Antonov, unsure whether he had killed the other man, quickly retreated behind the brick railing on the roof.

Firing your own gun will also expose your position, and the other side will quickly target you.

The current situation is very unfavorable to our side.

You could tell from the gunshots that there were at least ten of them on the other side.

There were only three people on my side.

"There are too many of them!" Antonov roared. "We have to get out of here, or we'll all die!"

The voice just fell,

Song Heping scanned his surroundings and suddenly noticed a narrow sewer entrance behind the fish market.

"Go underground! Through the sewers east of the fish market!"

He gave a low shout, turned around and rushed into another shop—after all, moving on the street was tantamount to suicide, and going through buildings was the safest thing to do.

However, just as he burst through the door of the shop next door, he bumped right into a dark figure coming straight at him.

The two of them stumbled and took two steps back.

The distance was too close. Without any hesitation, the other party abandoned the use of the assault rifle and casually slashed out with the butterfly knife hidden on his forearm, aiming it directly at Song Heping's throat.

A cold light flashed.

Song Heping jerked backward, the dagger grazing his neck and drawing a thin line of blood.

He kicked the other man in the groin while simultaneously drawing his Mad Dog tactical knife with his right hand.

That kick landed squarely on the opponent's genitals.

"what--"

The shadowy figure screamed in agony.

Song Heping didn't give him a chance to adjust, and directly stabbed the other man in the shoulder blade with a backhand!

"Uh-"

The dark figure grunted, but his movements didn't stop at all. He delivered an elbow strike to Song Heping's temple!
Song Heping dodged to the side, and with a swift horizontal slash, he cut the opponent's carotid artery!

Blood splattered, the dark figure staggered backward, and finally knelt on the ground.

Song Heping, panting, continued to run forward.

He kept smashing open shops and passing through them.

Meanwhile, inside the surveillance vehicle several kilometers away, Jasper, watching the constantly moving figure through the infrared camera, frantically picked up his headset and personally directed the operation: "Find him! Surround him! Don't let him get away!"

Simon remained calmly seated in a corner chair, observing everything with indifference.

Inside shop number 23, Song Heping had just pulled the Mad Dog tactical knife from the neck of a "Watcher" team member when suddenly gunfire erupted all around, and someone outside was blindly firing into the shop.

The shops here are all made of wood and are very rudimentary, offering no protection against NATO standard ammunition.

The bullet pierced through the wall and entered the room. Song Heping felt a sudden jolt in his shoulder and chest.

He immediately realized he had been shot.

Without thinking, he rolled over and crawled under the shop counter.

He reached up and touched his shoulder; his hand was covered in blood.

I moved my hand a bit, and it's still movable, but it hurts a little.

Fortunately, the bullet didn't penetrate, but instead grazed the target, leaving a bloody groove.

I touched my chest; thankfully, the bulletproof vest saved my life, the bullet hadn't penetrated it.

It seemed like everyone around was an enemy.

And they will find this place soon.

Once one person notices them, the others will quickly swarm over.

He had no doubt about the CIA operatives' determination to kill him.

"Nura, Anton, you two head towards the sewers and evacuate this place. Immediately!"

He made a quick decision.

"What about you?"

Anton asked hurriedly.

The interference was still significant, and Song Heping was worried about communication disruptions.

"Don't worry about me. There's no point in you staying. Implement the backup plan. Go to the abandoned warehouse and wait for me. If I don't show up in two hours, leave Yemen on your own."

"We won't abandon you!"

"Get out of here! Now!"

Song Heping swore.

This is not the time for brotherhood.

Every one that stays will lead to another death.

It makes no sense at all.

Bullets were still whizzing overhead.

There were shouts coming from outside; it sounded like there were two people outside.

But a few minutes later there might be more than a dozen.

Song Heping's gaze suddenly fell on the corpse.

He quickly dragged the corpse over and stripped off his equipment as fast as he could.

These guys are all wearing hoods.

"Not bad!"

He quickly put the hood over his body, and then put on the other person's headphones and night vision goggles.

Then he picked up the other man's MP5 submachine gun, fired a few bursts at the wall, and then shouted in a deep, gruff voice towards the outside in English, "I took him down! He's here!"

(End of this chapter)