Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 845 Virus? Mole?

Chapter 845 Virus? Mole?
Twenty minutes later, the SUV was getting closer and closer to the abandoned oil refinery.

Simon tapped his fingertips rhythmically on the steering wheel.

In the rearview mirror, Mark and Andy were checking the magazines, and the pistols in the quick-draw holsters on their bulletproof vests gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Sir, should we bring anti-armor weapons?" Andy leaned forward and asked.

"Bring more stun grenades."

Simon exhaled a smoke ring, his gray-blue pupils slightly contracting behind the smoke.

"Song Heping likes to play dirty tricks."

As the SUV rolled over the gravel road, the distorted outline of the oil refinery gradually became clear.

Sporadic gunshots could be heard in the distance.

Simon glanced at the GPS next to the dashboard; the oil depot gate was only one kilometer away.

"We should get off the bus."

He silently curled the corners of his mouth and flicked the cigarette butt out the window.

After saying that, he parked the car in the woods by the roadside, checked his bulletproof vest and pistol barrel, and got out of the car.

Mark and Andy got out of the car, took their guns, and walked to the front of the vehicle, looking towards the oil refinery while adjusting their night vision goggles.

puff--

The muffled sound characteristic of the muffler continued to erupt.

Blood splattered on the back of Andy's head, and Mark clutched his throat and collapsed to his knees, dark red foam oozing from between his fingers.

Sorry, guys.

Simon came into Mark's view like a dark cloud drifting across the sky.

"Why……"

Blood had already entered Mark's trachea, his voice was muffled and strange, and his eyes were full of surprise and astonishment.

He couldn't believe that his superior had shot him in the back.

"Blame your bad luck—"

Simon stared expressionlessly at the dying Mark, then lightly pressed the trigger again.

puff--

A burst of fire shot from the silencer of the P226 pistol, and after a brief muffled thud, a bullet hole appeared in the center of Mark's forehead, from which blood slowly seeped out.

"Ugh……"

Simon sighed, took out a miniature communicator, put it on, and began calling out, "Wild Wolf, this is the Hunter. Report the situation and location."

“‘Watchmen’ are in trouble, ‘Satan’ Team A is besieging them.”

A middle-aged man's smoky voice came from the other end of the line.

"It's very lively here. The target is a ruthless person who has set up booby traps in the entrance to the factory and in the buildings."

“He’s not someone to be trifled with…” Simon pressed the headset. “You can get started now. Clear the obstacles, and be quick.”

"clear."

After a brief conversation, Simon strolled slowly toward the factory area.

When they were a few hundred meters away, several flashes of gun muzzle flash suddenly appeared in the darkness ahead.

He immediately slipped behind a tree, stood still, and listened intently to the dense gunfire, as well as the screams from "Watchmen" and "Satan" Team A.

My plans are progressing smoothly.

This is also my biggest gamble.

Success! May your dreams come true and may you soar to great heights.

If defeated, one will die without a burial place.

He had great confidence in the "Wild Wolves" squad he had secretly trained.

Over the past few years, no one has been better at hiding secret funds than the station in Iligo.

From the Second Gulf War to the present, CIA agents have been using large sums of cash to bribe all the leading figures in Iligence, from politicians and the military to local tribal militias.

This money was shipped from the United States in containers, so you can spend it however you like.

As for how to do the accounting, it's very simple—just do it however you like.

No one would ask the bribed generals or local armed leaders how much money they received from the CIA, how much funding they received, or how many weapons and ammunition they received.

Besides, many of those who took the money back then are now dead.

Death has no evidence.

Simon's "Wild Wolves" squad was armed and trained by him with secret funds. Among them were local Iligo militants, former government special forces members, and even Chechen terrorists.

The initial purpose of this unit was to do the dirty work.

There are some tasks that even the CIA itself is unwilling to handle.

Sending a secret team with no written records to handle this is the best course of action.

They were practically suicide squads.

This is also a CIA tradition.

Any intelligence chief holding a position within the CIA system will have some secret projects under their control. These projects are often unknown even to the president, and many are unknown even to the director himself.

It's understandable if you don't know.

It's unclear whether any incident will be officially acknowledged, and since the only contact person is Simon, it's a one-way communication that won't leave any problems behind.

If I don't know, then it's clean.

Simon now finds it equally appealing to use it against his colleagues.

So delicious.

Ten minutes later, the slightly husky baritone voice of the "Wild Wolf" squad leader came through the headphones again.

"Team A controls the high ground on the south side, while Team B is clearing out the remnants of 'Satan'."

The hoarse response was mixed with the sound of gunfire.

"Boss, Jasper has been detected moving towards you."

"Keep alive."

Simon pulled out the P226 again; the barrel gleamed matte in the moonlight.

"I need bait."

Outside the oil refinery, Jasper's tactical boots sank into a pool of blood.

There were corpses all around.

In less than ten minutes, the situation took a sharp turn for the worse.

He had been organizing the remnants of the "Watchmen" and the "Satan" A team to launch a new attack on Song Heping and others inside the oil refinery, and had finally managed to regain his footing after communications were cut off.

Unexpectedly, a group of mysterious people suddenly appeared from behind, seemingly out of nowhere. They even knew the hiding place of each team member, and their precise and swift attack was swift and deadly.

Within minutes, the "Watchmen" and "Satan's" squads were all wiped out.

The mole!

By this time, Jasper had realized that there was a mole inside him.

Given the previous communication interruption, this kind of basic error wouldn't have occurred unless there was a problem with the temporary command post inside the safe house.

Everything was fine before I led the team out.

Jasper just wants to escape now.

Let's get back to the safe house first.

Suddenly a figure appeared ahead.

Jasper and Kobe quickly raised their guns and aimed.

Kobe recognized the person and exclaimed in surprise, "Deputy Director!"

Ok……

That's right.

The person in front of me was Simon, the deputy director of this special operation.

Upon seeing Simon, Jasper breathed a sigh of relief.

"Simon, something's happened here..."

puff--