Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 865 Departure
Although it was a little late to think of Katrin at this point.

However, as long as they have Katrin in their grasp, they will have another bargaining chip against Ferrari.

From the very beginning of the plan, Wright had someone reveal to the mob that Katrin was an undercover investigative journalist, and the mob then proceeded to kidnap her.

It can be said that the first step of the plan was very successful.

Without having to send agents to kidnap Katrin, he could lure Ferrari to Romania to rescue his sister without leaving a trace. If Ferrari did any preliminary investigation, he would only conclude that his sister Katrin's kidnapping was exposed because of news material about investigating human trafficking gangs in Romania.

Therefore, from the very beginning, the CIA was using others to do its dirty work.

Now, they must find the knife and rescue Katrin, their bargaining chip, from its clutches.

An hour later, a dozen CIA agents and thirty heavily armed Secret Service agents surrounded a gang hideout on the outskirts of Bucharest.

The heat source detector revealed seven figures inside the building, all concentrated on the second floor.

"Something seems wrong."

The agent in charge of reconnaissance reported truthfully to Wright: "We did not see Katrin."

"Never mind that, let's launch a raid!"

Wright felt the temperature inside his skull rising, and his head felt hot.

There are no other options left.

Is Katrin inside or not?

This issue is completely unimportant.

Even if his subordinates clearly told him that Katrin wasn't in the building ahead, Wright wouldn't believe it, and wouldn't accept that it was true.

Although he had a vague idea that he had lost, he still couldn't accept this embarrassing outcome.

Suddenly, the image of Simon and Director Vincent appearing on the screen before the operation flashed through his mind.

Simon repeatedly warned himself that Song Heping was cunning and deceitful, and would definitely enter Romania through the civilian airport.

But I just don't believe it.

All four remaining Team A agents at the airport were assassinated using a mysterious poison.

According to the surveillance footage, the incidents all occurred when departing passengers brushed past them, causing them to fall to the ground shortly afterward.

Based on the timing of the onset and the symptoms, it is preliminarily speculated that it is a mysterious poison commonly used by Russian spies – Novichok.

This venom originated from the Soviet Union's chemical weapons program codenamed "Foliant," launched in the 1970s and 1980s, which aimed to develop a single-component venom that was more effective than the binary chemical weapons used by the United States.

Ultimately, the results of this research showed that the Novichok (Russian for "new person") series of nerve agents are far more toxic than traditional nerve agents such as sarin and VX, with a lethal dose of 1/5 to 1/1047 of the former.

Novichok poison inhibits acetylcholinesterase in the human body, leading to loss of control of nerve signals, muscle spasms, and respiratory failure, resulting in death within 5-10 minutes.

Although the final test results are not yet available, Wright feels that it's pretty close to the truth. Clearly, he underestimated Song Heping when he formulated the plan. This cunning Chinese man was able to mobilize so many Russian resources to fight against them...

boom--

The sudden explosion brought him back to reality.

As the stun grenades exploded, Secret Service assault teams stormed in.

Less than five shots were fired inside, and soon the commando's "safe" report came through the headset.

These gangsters were no different from a rabble in the face of the Secret Service's professional counterterrorism team.

Wright quickly followed the second group up the stairs.

In a corner of the second-floor lobby, several gangsters with blood-covered faces were tied up, kneeling on the ground with their heads bowed, like prisoners on an execution ground ready to be slaughtered.

Where are they?!

Looking around, it was completely empty.

There was no Katrin, only a few pathetic gangsters.

He rushed over and grabbed one of them by the collar.

"Where's that woman! The female reporter! The female reporter you kidnapped!"

"They were taken away."

The gang leader spat out a broken tooth that had just been smashed by the butt of a counter-terrorism team member's gun.

"Nicholas's men came and took her away just two hours ago..."

“Nicholas…”

Wright remembered the name. He had seen it in the report.

The action report from South Sudan.

Nicholas, an early "underground emperor" in Eastern Europe, a big brother in the underworld, is also the father of Maria, the doctor without borders whom Song Heping escorted in South Sudan.

"FUCK!"

He finally realized that Song Heping had laid out not just two lines of defense for him, but four—one of which was to use him as bait to manipulate his own plans.

The second plan was to have GRU deliberately operate at the border, making them mistakenly believe that they would enter through Croatia Airport.

The third plan was to have his former partner, "The Chef," bring in an elite squad from Russia to ambush Group C, who were responsible for moving the Ferrari.

The fourth method involves using previous connections to get Nicholas to find Katrin and rescue her...

He had always thought that Ferrari just wanted to rescue Ferrari.

They've been keeping a close eye on the private airport and private jets in Croatia...

This is a really big deal...

He let go, his face ashen, and his chest felt so tight that he could hardly breathe properly.

Katrin's last trump card.

It's gone now.

Nothing is left...

Meanwhile, on a forest road on the border between Romania and Moldova, three modified Land Rover Defenders were quietly parked in a secluded clearing.

Song Heping jumped out of the car and saw Nicholas leaning against a Mercedes-Benz G63 smoking in the distance.

This Eastern European underground emperor was dressed in an elegant suit, and the scar on his left eye gleamed with a violent luster in the sunlight.

“I brought the person.”

Nicholas flicked his cigarette ash and snapped his fingers.

When he raised his hand in greeting, Song Heping noticed the heraldic ring on his little finger—a symbol of the highest power in the Eastern European underground gang "Black Sea Alliance".

Two bodyguards helped the pale-faced Katrin out of the car.

Song Heping quickly stepped forward to check on the female reporter's condition: "Did those gangsters torture you?"

Katrin nodded, her voice weak but clear: "It's nothing serious..."

Nicholas chuckled. "I called you as soon as I got your call, and nobody dared to touch her. Luckily, your call came in time; any later, and she might have been sold to a brothel in Europe or America."

He walked up to Song Heping.

"The situation in South Sudan"

Nicholas exhaled a string of smoke rings.

“My daughter still has nightmares. But every time she wakes up, she mentions you, saying she really wants to see you and wants to visit you in Italy sometime.”

At this point, he suddenly said in broken Chinese, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Song Heping nodded. "You've repaid your favor."

As the two shook hands, the cook quickly approached and whispered, "We need to hurry, otherwise it'll be difficult if the CIA and the Romanian Secret Service realize what's happening. The Transnistria region is already prepared; we must leave here as soon as possible, or we'll all be in trouble."

"Goodbye, Nicholas." Song Heping bid a final farewell to this "underground emperor": "Thank you for your help. Be careful, the CIA is probably keeping an eye on you."

Nicholas sneered, "Heh, this isn't America."

As the sun dipped below the mountains, Song Heping's convoy had already crossed the border.

The Russian peacekeeping force outpost on the left bank of the Dniester River raised its iron fence to make way for them.

Ferrari lay on the modified back seat, and Katrin was feeding him water.

The cook's GRU squad led the way, and everyone remained on high alert.

“Wright must be furious right now.”

Ferrari smiled weakly.

Song Heping glanced at the receding border line in the rearview mirror: "Let him be angry. This time, he lost not only the operation, but also his future in the CIA."

He suddenly thought of Simon.

This guy is probably laughing his head off in the US right now, isn't he?
(End of this chapter)