Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 850 was infiltrated like a sieve

"I have to go now. I wish us a pleasant future cooperation and hope that such an unpleasant thing will never happen again."

Song Heping stood up and looked outside the factory area.

"But before I leave, there's one thing I want to know, and I'm sure you have the answer."

After saying that, he smiled and looked at Simon.

"what's up?"

Simon knew very well that once Song Heping showed that wicked smile, it was definitely not a good thing.

"Who tipped you off about my trip to Yemen this time?"

Song Heping's criticism was directed at the mole within the Revolutionary Guard.

Simon knew perfectly well what he wanted.

But that would involve a lot of people.

Over the years, the CIA has recruited many informants in Persia.

There is no shortage of pro-American factions within Persia.

Therefore, there is no shortage of CIA informants in political and economic circles, and even in the government and military.

However, the Revolutionary Guard controlled by Afanti is not an ordinary armed force. Compared with the government army, the Revolutionary Guard's functions are more extensive and complex.

In addition to fulfilling the same national defense responsibilities as the government forces, the Revolutionary Guard also shoulders multiple tasks, including maintaining the rule of the clergy, gathering intelligence, and monitoring hostile forces within the country.

The Revolutionary Guard has established a vast intelligence network and plays an important role in many fields, both domestically and internationally.

In addition, the Revolutionary Guard actively participated in Persia's foreign policy, supported Islamic forces in the Middle East, and exerted a certain influence in international affairs.

In terms of political status, the Revolutionary Guard is directly under the command of the Supreme Leader of Persia, possessing greater independence and power. It controls some important industries and sectors in Persia, such as military manufacturing, oil and gas extraction, etc. Its internal welfare is much better than that of ordinary government troops, and its loyalty is naturally higher, making it very difficult to bribe.

This is why the "mole" within the Revolutionary Guard is more valuable than other Persian traitors, and is a "precious asset" of the CIA.

The secret route Song Heping took to Persia was known only to Afanti and a few close confidants of higher rank; the number of people in the know was very small.

If he were to reveal the name of this mole, it would deal a major blow to the CIA's intelligence network within the Revolutionary Guard.

The matter was of great importance, and he hesitated.

"Your system is almost back to normal, but time is running out."

Song Heping glanced at his watch and uttered those words that struck at Simon's weak spot.

"I can wait, but you can't."

Simon's forehead was covered in an even thicker layer of cold sweat.

He could almost see the tech agents in the safe house turning the power back on and restarting the system...

"Moradi..."

Simon spat out the name through gritted teeth, then said the other person's name: "Deputy Chief of the Revolutionary Guard's Border Intelligence Division."

He suddenly coughed violently, spitting out a mouthful of saliva tinged with blood.

"His mistress is in Munich. We have videos of her; we recruited her in Europe four years ago."

"good."

Song Heping nodded in satisfaction and waved to Simon.

"Goodbye, my old friend. I hope you have time to prepare a statement while you lie here so that you can explain at the hearing at Langley headquarters why you were the only one who survived."

Simon's expression was one of utter despair.

He is indeed facing a fatal problem.

How do you explain everything here?

"Don't worry, if you still trust me, I can concoct a perfect story for you. Would you like me to help you?"

Simon looked at Song Heping with suspicion and uncertainty.

He knew that compared to himself, Song Heping was like Satan from hell.

His help will definitely be useful.

But that comes at the cost of one's soul.

"You don't have time."

Song Heping said, "I know what you're thinking. Do you think I'm like a devil, always making you pay the price with your soul?"

Simon was even more shocked.

Faced with an opponent like Song Heping, he felt as if he were running naked, with no secrets whatsoever.

He actually dared to dream of killing two birds with one stone, eliminating both Jasper and him at the same time...

It's really overestimating one's abilities.

This Asian's intelligence is simply overwhelming.

"you say……"

Simon gave in again.

He felt humiliated.

But at the moment he lowered his head, it seemed as if a heavy weight had suddenly been lifted from his heart.

This contradictory feeling made him find it ridiculous.

He was unwilling to bow down to Song Heping, but he absolutely believed in Song Heping's methods.

Song Heping stepped forward and whispered something in his ear.

In just thirty seconds, Simon's expression went from surprise to joy, then from joy to respect, and finally back to astonishment.

Before he could even process what had just been said, Song Heping had already taken the AKM assault rifle from Antonov's hand, aimed it at him, and fired two bursts.

Bang bang bang— Bang—

The first three shots hit the body armor, and the last single shot hit the shoulder.

Simon was sitting on the ground when those two shots knocked him down again.

"Oh God—"

Simon screamed like a pig being slaughtered, turning his head to look at his left shoulder.

The bullet didn't hit the bone, but it tore off a large patch of skin and flesh.

The three bullets in his chest made it painful for him to even breathe.

However, because he was wearing a bulletproof vest, it didn't penetrate.

Goodbye, and best of luck.

After saying that, Song Heping led everyone away from the scene, including the "Wild Wolves" team members.

"You crazy person..."

Simon muttered weakly to himself.

Peace returned to the surroundings.

Simon gasped for air, trying to ease the pain.

Due to excessive blood loss, his vision began to blur.

In his daze, he heard several more gunshots outside the oil refinery.

After that, everything fell into a deathly silence.

Simon struggled to stop his bleeding.

But after struggling for a while, my whole body ached.

He had to give up bandaging his wound.

Now he's hoping communications will be restored soon.

Because I don't know how long I can endure lying here.

Although there were no fatal wounds, the gunshot wound to the leg and the gunshot wound to the shoulder still resulted in significant blood loss.

That crazy Chinese guy is really daring; he just opens fire without a second thought, not even worried about accidentally killing himself.

Now he understands.

To go against someone like Song Heping, you not only need high intelligence, but also to be completely fearless of death, otherwise you have no chance of winning.

"The eagle calls to the watchman."

Suddenly, a hissing sound came through the headphones, followed by a familiar call.

Those were agents in the safe house.

Simon raised his uninjured hand and pressed the call button.

“KIA…”

(Killed in action, specifically referring to personnel killed in action)
After uttering the military term, Simon coughed violently.

"Cough cough cough—I need emergency assistance..."

On the highway in the distance, a pickup truck and two SUVs sped off into the distance.

In the car, Antonov glanced back at the SUV following behind, where the members of the "Wild Wolf" team were sitting, along with the bodies of their dead members.

"Boss, can we really trust these people?"

“There is no absolute loyalty in the mercenary business.” Song Heping looked at the SUV not far away and said with certainty, “They are just like Simon, they have no choice. Killing the CIA and taking down the elite squad of the ‘Satan’ mercenary group, do you think their fate will be much better than ours if this gets out? They might even be abandoned by Simon as a severed arm. Following me is their only way out.”

After saying that, he took out a satellite phone and skillfully dialed Afanti's number.

"Song, you met with Nassin?"

Nasreddin was clearly very concerned about this meeting.

"Not yet, but my matter has been resolved, and now I have a big gift for you."

"What kind of gift?"

"Have you gotten any results from your investigation into the mole?"

"not yet."

Nasreddin answered truthfully.

Song Heping laughed and said, "Old friend, don't blame me for not reminding you, your system has been infiltrated like a sieve. I used to think that your Revolutionary Guard was a very loyal and monolithic group, but now it seems that I overestimated you."

"If teasing and sarcasm make you feel better, then I can accept it." Although Afanti was very unhappy, he could not deny that what Song Heping said was true.

Although unwilling to admit it, it is impossible to refute.

Song Heping said, "If someone escapes within three days of being monitored, then it confirms that the person is the mole."

Afanti asked in slight surprise, "Who?"

"Moradil, deputy head of the Revolutionary Guard's border intelligence department, I reckon he's on your list of targets for investigation, right?"

"It's him?" Afanti's astonishment deepened. "Impossible, he's me..."

That was the end of that sentence.

"Isn't it enough if you just do as I say and monitor him? Do you need evidence? Then think about it, didn't he carry out missions in Europe a few years ago? Especially in Germany."

There was no sound on the other end of the phone.

After a long while, Afanti slowly said, "Alright, I will do as you say, old friend. I will be waiting for you in Persia and look forward to our meeting. I will definitely do what you asked me to do."

(End of this chapter)