Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 842 Exposed, Leave Quickly
“I have relatives there, and it’s the safest place for them to go.”

Khalid's gaze dimmed, as if he had little confidence in his own fate and that of his country.

“Perfect timing, we’re also heading to Persia.” Song Heping readily agreed: “If your wife and daughter are willing to come along, I’d be happy to protect them and make sure they get to their destination.”

He did not reveal his relationship with Afanti.

Although Khalid is clearly not an enemy.

But Afanti's identity is too sensitive.

Song Heping was unwilling to get involved in anything that revealed his whereabouts.

"You're going to Persia too?"

Khalid appeared very surprised.

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, I'm going over there to discuss a business deal. I'm an arms dealer."

Khalid immediately realized that the person in front of him must be someone of great importance.

Those who can do arms deals with the Persians are people who dare to go against the CIA; they have powerful backgrounds.

Considering Song Heping's earlier statement about having a bounty on his head, Khalid was actually pleased.

He knew very well what was going to happen to this country, and he had been struggling to get his wife and daughters out of the country.

Now that he has met Song Heping, he feels that it is God's arrangement.

God bless you!

He was overjoyed.

Then Nina's crying could be heard again from upstairs.

Khalid said to Song Heping, "Let's make this arrangement: I will be your guide and ensure your safe rendezvous, but you must also keep your promise and safely deliver my wife and daughters to Persia."

“No problem,” Song Heping said. “We Chinese keep our word.”

Back in his room, Song Heping had just closed the door when he smelled a mixture of vodka and gun oil emanating from the Russian. He turned his head and saw Antonov standing behind the door with a gun.

"You disappeared for twenty-seven minutes."

Antonov and Nura had actually woken up.

Both of them were holding guns.

Seeing Song Heping return, Antonov breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I woke up in the middle of the night and didn't see you. I heard you chatting with him in the study, so I simply woke up Nura in case something happened to you and rushed to your rescue."

Song Heping laughed and said, "Save me? Do you think Khalid can kill me?"

Nura hurriedly asked, "What did he say to you?"

Her voice was as cold as her knife: "That professor is strange."

“He knew our true identities, but he didn’t seem hostile. He even offered a deal,” Song Heping said. “He would guide us, in exchange for a safe rendezvous route, and we would escort his wife and daughter to Persia.”

“Persian?” Nura squinted. “What a coincidence? Could he be connected to the Revolutionary Guard?”

She astutely grasped the key point.

When the situation in Yemen is turbulent, most ordinary people choose to seek refuge in neighboring Oman or Saudi Arabia. Only those with special ties to Tehran would go against the grain and choose the distant Persia.

Antonov suddenly grinned, revealing his gold-plated canine teeth: "I bet this bastard is an outer member of the Revolutionary Guard's 'Quds Force.' If so, is he a Postal agent?"

“Impossible!” Nura retorted, “If he were a Postal agent, why would Afanti need to send someone from Persia to meet with us again? Wouldn’t it have been better to just have him handle things directly with us?”

Song Heping walked to the window and lifted a corner of the curtain.

Under the moonlight, the port of Aden resembles a sleeping behemoth, with the occasional car headlights in the distance like the eyes of a predator.

"There's no need to speculate about his identity. I personally feel that he's more likely a member of the local resistance in Yemen."

“Did you notice that little girl?” Nura suddenly asked.

"Notice anything?"

Song Heping and Antonov turned around at the same time and asked.

Seeing the two turn their heads, Nura continued, "Nina has injection marks on her wrist; the needle marks are very fresh. I asked Rita, and she said the child has a congenital disease."

"Oh!"

Song Heping suddenly understood why Khalid had made a deal with him to let him escort Rita and Nina to Persia.

Given the current situation in Yemen, Nina is unable to receive proper medical treatment.

“That explains it. Let’s not overthink it. As long as we know he has no hostility, that’s enough. When we leave in three days, let’s take that mother and daughter with us.”

The third day, at night.

CIA Safe House in the suburbs of Aden

Blue light flickered inside the safe room, and satellite images were refreshed every three seconds on a monitoring wall composed of twelve screens.

Jasper's knuckles tapped out an uneasy rhythm on the tactical table. The liquid in the coffee cup had long since gone cold, and the condensation on the cup resembled the cold sweat of a sweltering Yemeni night.

"Retrieve the infrared data for zone four."

The technical director's voice was hoarse; he had been working in front of the screen for thirty-six hours straight, and his eyes were bloodshot.

"The system identified all mobile heat sources within a 10-kilometer radius of the warehouse six hours after the engagement at Pier 3."

With the sound of keyboard clicks, the system began its work. The varying shades of red on the screen were gradually removed through the system's filtering process…

building……

animal……

People fighting the epidemic on the street...

Military and police...

One by one, the dots on the screen were eliminated.

The remaining ones are getting fewer and fewer...

Jasper suddenly grabbed the technician's shoulder: "Stop! Amplify this signal."

Image pixels are constantly recombined during the magnification process.

Three blurry lights stood in front of a building, which was located in a relatively remote suburban area, seven kilometers away from Pier 3.

"Zoom in! Zoom in! There are three of them!"

The technician was operating the mouse.

The heat source point is gradually magnified.

Jasper's breathing became heavy.

The heat source gradually gets filtered out of noise and slowly becomes clear.

Soon, three figures appeared on the screen.

The figure standing in the middle made Jasper's heart suddenly race.

He recognized the man, that damned Chinese man!

“Zoom in! Confirm the target.” Jasper’s voice trembled slightly.

The figure was magnified several times.

However, as the image is magnified, the pixel count begins to decrease.

"I need a clear image, please process it technically!"

The technician was already sweating profusely, but he still skillfully operated the computer, continuously acquiring clearer images.

Finally, a slightly clearer image of a human face appeared on the screen.

However, it's still a bit vague. Although Jasper thinks it looks a lot like Song Heping, he can't be 100% sure.

"Initiate facial recognition comparison immediately."

The software immediately framed the entire blurry figure.

The database started operating, and Song Heping's file popped up on the right side of the screen: Height 182cm, weight 85kg, right shoulder 0.7cm lower than left shoulder - a physiological characteristic formed from long-term gun-bearing.

The analysis software marked seventeen points of body alignment with red circles, achieving a confidence level of 92.3%.

"It's Song Heping!"

The analyst exclaimed in surprise.

"Sir, the heat source distribution is abnormal."

Another technician pulled up the building's structural drawings: "The kitchen area has two static heat sources, and the body types are matched to adult women and children. But the third-floor attic..."

He switched to thermal imaging mode: "There's a cold area here, 1.5 degrees Celsius cooler than the surrounding area—someone deliberately used insulating materials to create a concealed space."

Jasper's pupils contracted.

Another analyst pulled up a document: “Sir, you should take a look at this.” He retrieved the property ownership record: “The homeowner, Khalid al-Fasi, taught at the Yemeni Army Special Operations Academy from 1998 to 2003. In 2004, he was transferred to the Army Special Forces. In 2006, he was transferred from the Special Forces to an Army department as a medic for disobeying orders, and retired a year later… The background indicates that this person is inclined to sympathize with the Houthi rebels and has a radical and conservative stance.”

The air in the room froze instantly.

"Activate 'Sky Eye' full-band scan." Jasper's voice was icy. "I need to know what's hidden under every brick of that house."

The satellite data stream cascaded down like a waterfall.

Synthetic aperture radar penetrated the roof, revealing the building's internal structure; electronic reconnaissance modules captured encrypted shortwave signals every fifteen minutes—this was no ordinary residence, but a meticulously disguised intelligence outpost.

"Damn it!" Jasper slammed his fist on the control panel. "That bastard's a resistance member!"

He grabbed his tactical tablet and pulled up the operation plan: "Operation team, prepare immediately, depart in 10 minutes!"

As he spoke, he caught a glimpse of Simon quietly leaving the monitoring room.

This guy's behavior has been acting strangely lately, but Jasper doesn't have time to investigate right now.

He had an even more important goal: Song Heping!
He turned to the assault leader of the "Watchmen" squad: "Prepare stun grenades and poison gas. I'm going to capture that Chinese bastard alive."

A minute later, Simon stood in front of the bathroom mirror, the sound of running water masking the noise of him operating his encrypted phone.

"Exposed, leave immediately."

After sending the message, he immediately used software to delete all traces and then returned to the monitoring room as if nothing had happened.

Jasper was putting on his bulletproof vest when he saw Simon and instructed him, "You stay here and oversee things. I'm going to lead the team myself."

"No problem." Simon smiled and gave him an OK sign. "Everything went smoothly!"

(End of this chapter)