Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 847 Simon Messed Up

Song Heping didn't say anything, but instead bent down and jogged to Antonov's sniping position.

"What are you doing here?"

Antonov was greatly surprised to see Song Heping arrive.

Song Heping said, "Give me your gun."

"gun?"

Although Antonov didn't understand why Song Heping wanted the gun, he still handed over the VSS silenced sniper rifle.

After taking the gun, Song Heping didn't say anything and whispered, "Move to a different position immediately when I fire."

As he spoke, he handed his AKM assault rifle to Antonov and instructed him, "Go keep watch on the west side."

Then he issued the order in the channel: "Nura, keep an eye on the south. Khalid, you are in charge of watching the north. Remember, keep a close watch. If you see anyone sneaking in, shoot immediately without hesitation."

While Song Heping was making plans for his next move, Simon's performance in the open space of the factory area had reached its climax.

"Song! I've had enough of you, you damn madman! If it weren't for me, you would have been dead eight hundred times over! How dare you not trust me!"

His roar was accompanied by a nervous tremor; in truth, he had already begun to panic.

Suddenly, he realized that something seemed to have gone wrong.

Song Heping's failure to show up clearly indicates his lack of trust in him.

Did he know it was a trap?

Thinking of this, Simon subconsciously turned his head and glanced in the direction of the woods outside the factory area.

All of this was observed by Song Heping, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it, wasn't this a trap for me?"

He gently rotated the focus ring of the PSO-1 optical sight, and the crosshairs steadily gripped the outside of Simon's thigh.

There are no arteries in this area, only muscle.

He didn't want to kill Simon yet.

But I don't want him to leave here unscathed.

He must stay.

Otherwise, this puzzle would remain unsolved.

Simon had already turned around in the open space.

He realized he had made too many mistakes.

Like a giant jigsaw puzzle, which you envision as perfect, you piece together small fragments one by one to eventually get the desired pattern.

There's definitely something wrong somewhere here.

No matter what, I can't piece together the fragments I have now.

I underestimated Song Heping.

This person has incredibly sharp insight.

Including my own subconscious turning around just now, I guess I've already revealed the fact that there are ambushes outside the factory area.

With that thought in mind, Simon turned and began to run out of the factory area.

He's not stupid.

I knew it was time to slip away.

otherwise……

Snapped--

A cluster of flames flashed on the third floor of a factory building not far away.

Although the VSS's subsonic muzzle velocity is only 280 m/s, it is more than enough to penetrate thigh muscles at a distance of over 100 meters.

The gunshot was muffled by the silencer, a sound unique to the VSS sniper rifle.

The 9×39mm bullet spun and tore through the night sky, exploding a 2-centimeter-diameter hole in Simon's right leg.

The scorching bullet spun and tore through muscle, spraying out a cloud of blood mist, instantly turning the tactical pants dark red.

Simon felt as if he had been hit hard on the leg with a stick; his entire leg went numb instantly.

Before the pain from being hit by the bullet could even reach the brain, the rapid tearing of the muscle by the bullet caused numbness in the muscles of the entire thigh.

He staggered, stumbled, and after taking one step, finally collapsed to the ground.

"Ow—"

After falling to the ground, intense pain finally surged forth like a flood bursting its banks, causing a layer of cold sweat to instantly appear on his forehead.

"Fuck your mother, Song Heping!!"

Simon was shocked, panicked, and in pain. He wanted to run, but even getting up was difficult.

Upstairs, Nura, Antonov, and Khalid, who was acting as their guide, were all dumbfounded.

This is for real!
From the CIA infighting to Simon's appearance, to Simon publicly blowing Jasper's head off, and now Song Heping shooting Simon.

The whole process was as chaotic as a ball of yarn tangled by a cat; the group couldn't process it at all and couldn't make sense of it.

Simon—clearly a CIA traitor.

His act of shooting his colleague has said it all.

Then he was also Song Heping's undercover agent.

That's right.

From the words he just shouted, you could tell that this guy definitely has a secret connection with Song Heping.

But Song Heping actually shot his own mole?
SHIT!

What does this have to do with anything?

"Stop calling me, Simon."

Song Heping crouched low as he left his sniper position, shouting, "You think I didn't see through your act? Tell me, how many snipers are waiting for me to show myself outside the factory?!"

The sound traveled out, and it was so clear in the quiet of the night.

Simon's face was covered in an even thicker layer of cold sweat. But there was nothing he could do.

All he could do was curse and swear, one "FUCK" after another, and one "SHIT" after another.

His left hand, however, swiftly reached for his tactical vest—where the laser designator for summoning the "Wild Wolves" squad for support was hidden.

Soon, he pressed the switch twice towards the woods outside the factory.

boom--

boom--

boom--

Three 40mm grenades simultaneously struck the window on the third floor where Song Heping had just been hiding and firing.

The shockwave from the explosion shattered the bulletproof glass, and the blast wave rushed out of the doorway. Song Heping, who had just left the room, could feel the heat wave sweeping past him even as he pressed himself against the wall.

Outside the factory area, the "Wild Wolf" squad's grenade launchers continuously fired 40mm grenades at every window of the building.

This is a typical example of firepower suppression.

Because Song Heping and his group were hidden very well, even though all members of the "Wild Wolf" team were equipped with high-performance night vision devices, they still could not find their exact location.

Therefore, relying on superior firepower for blind firing coverage is also a good method of suppression.

Clearly, this method is still useful in the short term.

Song Heping and the others, who were hiding in the factory building, had to find a place to hide themselves inside the building to avoid being blown to pieces by a lucky grenade that hit their room.

At the same time, three members of the "Wild Wolf" team, dressed in black combat uniforms, formed a three-person column and began to advance into the factory area.

The lead team member carried a heavy bulletproof shield, while the two assault team members behind him held assault rifles close to the first team member, with their guns raised and aimed at the building, ready to fire at any window that flashed muzzle flashes to suppress the enemy.

Soon, the three well-coordinated members arrived beside Simon, with the shield-wielding member keeping the shield facing the building and blocking the group.

The second member started throwing smoke grenades in front of the three-person team, and then threw out several incendiary sticks.

Smoke quickly rose, and the burning rods tore through the night, emitting a dazzling light.

This is a typical case of heat source interference.

The third team member stepped forward, and the unlucky Simon helped him up from the ground, supporting him as he asked, "Boss, can you still walk?"

"Yes!" Simon gritted his teeth and squeezed out the word.

Staying here for even a second is the last thing he wants to do.

Even though my left leg hurts a lot right now, I have to hold on.

If I don't leave here, I'm afraid I'll die soon.

The three-person team began to slowly retreat under the cover of their shields.

"They're trying to escape!"

Khalid glanced at it and immediately alerted Song Heping.

"I can't see them!"

Antonov picked up his assault rifle, aimed at the approximate location, and began firing wildly.

"Get out of there!"

Song Heping, standing outside the door, saw Antonov firing at the window for several seconds and immediately issued a warning.

Antonov then realized the danger he was in, pulled back behind the wall, and ran towards the door.

Just as I reached the door, a grenade was fired from outside and slammed into the wall.

boom--

The explosion rang out, and the shockwave propelled Antonov directly from the doorway into the corridor, where he slammed against the wall and bounced back to the ground.

Without saying a word, Song Heping stepped forward, grabbed Antonov's tactical vest straps, and dragged the nearly 200-pound Russian man behind a wall.

boom--

Just as the two had taken cover, another grenade crashed into the room.

The violent explosion sent tremors through the walls.

Antonov grimaced and cried out in pain on the ground. Song Heping squatted down and asked, "Are you injured?!"

"My back hurts..."

Antonov grinned and pointed behind him.

"They may have more than one grenade launcher. You can only fire in bursts and then retreat from your original position. Don't linger, or you'll be hit by grenades!"

As he spoke, he turned Antonov over.

He quickly found the wound.

"Bear it!"

Song Heping took out a pair of bomb disposal pliers from his pocket, clamped onto a piece of shrapnel that was sticking out, and pulled it out sharply.

"Ow—"

Antonov couldn't help but scream.

"It's nothing, just a superficial wound. You're thick-skinned, you won't die!"

After saying that, he picked up his gun, stood up, and addressed the others:

"The three of you take different positions and keep them occupied by firing. Don't let them get out of the factory gate so easily. Be careful, all of you, and keep changing positions! There are quite a few grenade launchers on the other side!"

After giving his instructions, Song Heping took his VSS sniper rifle and went upstairs.

"What is he doing upstairs?!"

Antonov was very surprised.

He had assumed that Song Heping was going to the second floor or the first floor.

The group is currently on the third floor, which is the top floor. Above that is the rooftop.

Although the rooftop is the highest point, it is also an open space. On a clear moonlit night, a person standing on the rooftop is practically a sitting duck.

(End of this chapter)