Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 890 The action begins

Inside the opposition army command post in western Senegal.

The coffee in front of Lumar had gone cold, and his gaze remained fixed on the satellite phone on the table.

On the other side of the command post, several staff officers sat in a corner, glancing occasionally in the direction of their commander and exchanging glances.

They wanted to discuss something, but were afraid of breaking the silence, so they even became very careful with their breathing.

Lumar had been staring at his phone for a full half hour, his gaze never wavering.

buzzing-

My phone, which had been sitting on the table, suddenly vibrated.

Like a sports car suddenly accelerated, Lumar swiftly reached out and grabbed the satellite phone.

"What's going on?!"

"We've already entered the broadcasting studio. Song has instructed you to launch the final assault in ten minutes. The radio station has increased its security. We infiltrated secretly, and so far no one has discovered that we've taken control of the broadcasting studio. Once they do, we won't be able to hold out for long. The final assault must be swift!"

Abdul's tense and hurried voice came from the other end of the phone.

"no problem!"

The call between the two was very brief; they hung up immediately after speaking.

Not a single second can be wasted now.

Time is a thousand times more precious than gold.

"Immediately order all units to launch a general offensive against the enemy's defensive positions according to plan!"

Lumar stood up abruptly and pointed at the staff officers.

"The attack must be launched within ten minutes. Not a second can be wasted. Anyone who is slow will be shot!"

Inside the national radio station in Butare, the capital city.

The ten minutes of waiting for the opposition army to launch an attack felt like an eternity.

The staff in the broadcasting studio were tied up in a corner, gags stuffed in their mouths, their eyes filled with fear.

Ferrari stood guard by the window, vigilantly observing the movements downstairs.

The guards downstairs were unaware of what had happened upstairs and continued their routine patrols in the courtyard below the radio station.

At the main gate, several soldiers who were on good terms gathered together, handing out cigarettes and smoking until the air was thick with smoke.

Ferrari's palms were sweaty.

He turned to look at Song Heping.

Song Heping and Jiang Feng stood at the door of the broadcasting studio, ready to deal with any emergencies.

The corridor seemed quiet.

It was nighttime, so there were few people on duty at the radio station.

If it weren't for broadcasting President Noel's speech tonight, there would probably be only a handful of staff left at the radio station.

Abdul stood beside the equipment, holding his phone like an ant on a hot plate, waiting for exciting news from Lumar.

My biggest worry right now is that someone will suddenly walk into the broadcasting studio.

"fine……"

Ferrari wants to say something to reassure everyone.

"No one's coming to do anything..."

Before the words were finished, the sound of footsteps echoed in the corridor.

That was the crisp sound of high heels stepping on the tiled floor.

Someone is coming this way.

Then I heard a woman's voice echoing in the corridor.

"What's going on? Didn't Polly and the others go to the broadcasting studio to set up the equipment half an hour ago? I told them to let me know as soon as it was ready. The president called to urge us to broadcast his speech immediately to reassure the public... These lazybones..."

As they spoke, footsteps approached the door of the broadcasting studio.

Jiang Feng glanced at the Ferrari standing by the window, gave it the middle finger, and mouthed, "You jinx!"

Ferrari's forehead was covered in even more sweat.

Normally, he would have retorted sharply.

But at this point, he had lost all interest in arguing.

He himself wanted to curse himself for being a jinx.

Ferrari, as an internal staff member, has never really participated in external operations.

This time, it was only because most of the company's core elite members were injured that they were forced to work and act as operatives.

Unexpectedly, my first time participating in such an important operation turned out to be extremely dangerous.

Just as the footsteps outside the corridor reached the outside of the broadcasting room, a cell phone suddenly rang in the pocket of one of the staff members who was tied up inside the broadcasting room.

The crisp sound of the bell echoed in the quiet broadcasting studio.

Everyone's heads exploded with a buzz.

You should know that although this place is supposedly the broadcasting studio of the national television station of the Republic of Seine, because such countries are always poor, the soundproofing in the room is extremely crude. There is practically no soundproofing at all. They just stick a few pieces of sponge on the walls to absorb echoes and noise, and the door is not sealed at all.

Therefore, the ringing sound quickly reached the outside of the door.

"what?"

The woman in high heels outside the door exclaimed in surprise.

"Polly is in the broadcasting studio..."

She asked herself this question as she reached out and pushed the door open.

I tried to push it, but it wouldn't open. The door was locked from the inside.

"what?"

She made another sound to express her surprise, and leaned closer to the small glass window to look inside.

This time, Song Heping has made up his mind.

We can't let her keep standing at the door.

Instead of letting her go out and look for people, it's better to just bring her in and tie her up together.

He winked at Jiang Feng across from him.

Jiang Feng understood, reached out and suddenly unlocked the door and pulled the handle.

The woman outside the door was peeking inside while supporting herself with her hands on the door. The sudden opening of the door caused her to lose her balance and fall headfirst into the broadcasting room.

Without saying a word, Jiang Feng darted out the door.

There was another male staff member outside the door.

Jiang Feng pointed the gun at his forehead and threatened, "Go inside, or I'll kill you!"

As Jiang Feng made his move, Song Heping also pounced on him and pinned the woman to the ground.

A strong fragrance mixed with the smell of sweat wafted into my nostrils.

Song Heping wasn't even afraid of the smell of a decomposing corpse, but he couldn't help but frown when he smelled this mixed "fragrance".

Then he looked at the woman pinned beneath him.

Broad shoulders and a thick waist.

Big and burly.

"Fuck me!"

He couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

The woman was dark-skinned and strong, probably weighing at least 200 pounds.

The woman was stunned at first, but eventually came to her senses.

Upon seeing Song Heping and the surrounding situation, he immediately opened his mouth to scream.

Song Heping didn't hold back and swung his gun, hitting her directly in the temple.

"Well……"

The woman let out a muffled groan, tilted her head to the side, and remained motionless like a sleeping bear.

Jiang Feng pushed the person in, and Song Heping stood up and turned to Abdul: "It's time, has there been any news from over there?!"

Abdul shook his head, sweating profusely.

Song Heping couldn't help but curse again: "Damn it, are all Africans this unreliable?"

Fortunately, just then, the satellite phone started vibrating.

Abdul answered the call and nodded as he listened.

After hanging up the phone, he beamed with joy: "The attack has already begun!"

Song Heping nodded and turned to Collins: "Begin."

Collins had already inserted the USB drive containing the audio data of the speech into the computer, and immediately pressed the play button after hearing Song Heping's command.

Soon, Durr's voice instantly traveled across the entire Seine via radio waves—

"Citizens of Seine, this is Touré. Tyranny is over. I am now broadcasting to you on the national radio. Butare is now under the control of the people..."

Everyone in the broadcasting studio held their breath, listening to Duer's speech.

Duer's speech lasted ten minutes.

In other words, everyone must stay for ten minutes before they can leave.

Now we'll see how long it takes for the guards below to receive a notification that the radio station is in trouble.

Ferrari's eyes were fixed on the view outside the window.

Everything is normal for now...

Five minutes later, the building's alarm blared shrilly.

“They’ve found out!” Abdul growled.

Ferrari turned around and shouted, "They're starting to enter the building!"

Song Heping drew his pistol and calmly ordered, "Jiang Feng, Collins, put on your explosives and come with me. Ferrari, Abdul, you two watch the broadcasting studio and make sure the speech is over."

Song Heping led Jiang Feng and Collins out of the broadcasting room. He pointed to the electrical box and said, "Collins, cut off the power to the elevator."

"Yes!"

Collins immediately took care of it.

There are two passages leading to the broadcasting studio on the third floor: one is the fire escape staircase, and the other is the elevator.

After the power is cut off, the elevator will not be able to go up; only the fire escape stairs will be accessible.

"Everything is proceeding according to my plan. Whether we live or die depends on luck!"

After saying that, he led Jiang Feng and the other man to the stairwell, and walked to the corner between the second and third floors. He quickly took out the explosive device that had already been installed from his backpack. The explosive device was very simple: a TNT block and a detonator, the most primitive explosive.

Having studied the building's floor plan beforehand, the two men located the pillars supporting the staircase on either side, installed bombs on them, and then quickly ignited the detonators.

"run!"

The two ran upstairs as fast as they could.

(End of this chapter)