Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 898 Boarding
At this moment, alarms echoed throughout the presidential palace, and dense gunfire came from downstairs. It was clear that Ferrari and Jiang Feng had begun exchanging fire with the arriving guards.

Time is becoming increasingly tight.

The reason why Jiang Feng and his two companions were able to withstand the attack was because most of the guards were lured to the next street by Hassan's feint.

If they realize it's a trap and lead their team back to the Presidential Palace, then we will be completely trapped.

Fortunately, now everything seems to have hope.

Noel was in his hands.

Song Heping grabbed Noel by the collar, pressed the muzzle of his gun against Noel's lower back, and pushed him quickly across the red-carpeted corridor.

Isabel, clutching her bleeding leg, staggered behind, tears streaming down her delicate face.

"Hurry up!" Song Heping shouted sharply, simultaneously yelling into the radio, "Collins, report the situation!"

"The tarmac is under control, but the presidential guard is assembling!" Collins's voice was laced with gunfire. "We can hold out for at most three minutes!"

Song Heping glanced at his watch; sweat trickled down his temples.

In three minutes, he went from the third floor to the tarmac, carrying two burdens: a young woman with a leg injury and a dictator nearing sixty.

This is an almost impossible task.

"Jiang Feng, come upstairs to meet me!" Song Heping ordered.

"Coming right away!"

Jiang Feng responded immediately.

Song Heping needs help at this time.

He had to take the injured Isabel with him.

This is the best bargaining chip to keep Noel in check.

Without Isabel, he wasn't sure if Noel would still obey him obediently.

Five fully armed presidential guard soldiers are rushing up the stairs.

When they saw the hostage president and the injured Isabel, they froze on the spot, their eyes filled with hesitation.

"Put down your weapons!"

Song Heping shoved Noel in front of him, pressing the muzzle of a Glock 17 to the president's temple: "Otherwise, your president's head will be blown off!"

For a moment, Song Heping himself found it ridiculous.

what happened?
He was a retired special forces officer, and now he was the owner of a large defense company, yet he had been reduced to personally becoming a kidnapper.

It feels like it's lost some of its value...

But he soon felt relieved.

I'm now on the US's terrorist list, and the UN has confirmed it.

Now I'm a terrorist.

Do terrorists need to bear such a moral burden when they do their things?

nonexistent!

Fuck him!

Song Heping cursed inwardly and pressed the pistol hard against Noel's temple, causing the latter to hiss and gasp.

Seeing Noel grit his teeth and remain silent, and the guards blocking the corridor and refusing to move aside, and then looking at Isabel, Song Heping didn't think twice and raised his hand to fire another shot into her other good leg.

bah—

"what--"

Isabel couldn't even stand up this time, and collapsed to the ground with a thud, beginning to wail.

Seeing this, the soldiers hesitated, their gun barrels swaying uncertainly.

“Do as he says!” Noel screamed, his voice filled with terror. “Drop your weapons! That’s an order!”

The guards looked at each other, and finally slowly put their rifles on the ground.

These guards were absolutely loyal to Noel and therefore never disobeyed his orders.

"Step back! Stand against the wall!"

Song Heping gave the order.

Several soldiers lingered against the wall, but still secretly glanced at Song Heping, seemingly looking for an opportunity to counterattack.

Isabel groaned in pain, lying on the ground and crying out like a wounded bird.

Finally, Jiang Feng arrived in time.

"Boss, the fighting on the tarmac is intense," Jiang Feng reported. "Collins and his men won't be able to hold out for long. We need to hurry."

"You let those guys carry the girl away, and you keep an eye on them!" Song Heping ordered. "I'll take control of the president."

Jiang Feng nodded and pointed to the guards, saying, "Help her up!"

The soldiers exchanged glances.

Song Heping raised his gun again.

Noel immediately cried out, "Quick! Help my daughter up! Listen to him! Do as he says!"

Having received the order, several guards came forward and helped the swaying Isabel up.

The girl instinctively tried to struggle, but blood loss left her weak and exhausted.

Don't hurt her.

Noel pleaded with Song Heping in a low voice, his former dictatorship completely gone. "I'll go with you, just don't hurt my daughter."

"Shut up and keep moving forward!"

Song Heping gave him a push.

"If you cooperate, I promise I won't harm your daughter."

Jiang Feng, holding a gun, escorted several guards, who in turn held Isabel hostage. Song Heping, also holding a gun, brought up the rear with Noel behind them.

The group walked through the corridor into the fire escape, went down the stairs, and finally arrived at the first floor.

More than twenty guards had already crowded into the lobby on the first floor.

Everyone's guns were pointed at Song Heping and Jiang Feng.

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder; the entire presidential palace was like a powder keg, ready to explode at the slightest spark.

"Get them out! Get them out of the hall! Have your men cease fire immediately, we need to board your helicopters!"

Song Heping stood close behind Noel, commanding the president as if he were inputting instructions to control a robot.

Noel was hesitant to act rashly; if it were him, he would have simply taken a gamble and risked his life.

But the situation was completely different when the daughter was taken hostage.

Getting involved in political struggles is one's own choice.

The daughter is innocent.

Besides, he himself came to power through a coup, and during the coup, he was also hunted down by the incumbent president, which implicated his wife as well...

This is his deepest concern, and it cannot be touched.

For this reason, Noel always felt indebted to his daughter, so much so that when he saw his daughter being held hostage, he immediately backed down and was willing to obey whatever he was asked to do.

"Did you hear me?!"

Noel was somewhat hysterical, yelling at his guards, "Get out! Get out! Make them stop firing! Stop firing! Don't shoot!"

The head of the guard, a lieutenant and one of Noel's confidants, immediately spread his arms upon hearing this, signaling to all his men: "Put down your guns! Obey the president's orders! Retreat!"

Everyone lowered their guns and slowly withdrew from the hall.

A moment later, the gunfire outside stopped.

"Thank you for your cooperation."

Song Heping laughed and said, "I guarantee I'll release your daughter as soon as we get on the plane."

Noel turned around and stared intently at Song Heping, looking like he wanted to devour him: "I hope you keep your word."

As Song Heping stepped out of the side gate of the Presidential Palace, the scene before him brought him a sense of relief.

The Mi-17 helicopter was still on the tarmac, and it appeared to be intact and undamaged, having escaped unscathed from the earlier firefight.

"Collins! Ferrari! Keep up! Board immediately!"

It is not too late.

Song Heping urged everyone to board the plane immediately, fearing that things might change if they waited too long.

When the group of people finally reached the helicopter with Noel and Isabel as hostages, Collins was the first to climb up and open the hatch.

"Push him up here quickly!"

Collins gestured towards Jiang Feng and the Ferrari below the plane.

Noel struggled and turned to Song Heping, saying, "You said you would let my daughter go!"

Song Heping was too lazy to explain to this guy. He grabbed Isabel, pressed the gun against her temple, and ordered Noel, "Board the plane immediately, or I'll send her away first!"

"You bastard!"

Noel cursed weakly, but his feet gave way, and he stopped resisting, letting Jiang Feng and the others push and pull him into the cabin.

“Miss, I don’t usually kill women unless absolutely necessary. You are free now.”

After saying this, Song Heping turned around and grabbed Collins' hand. Collins pulled hard, and Song Heping jumped onto the plane.

Once inside the cabin, he instructed Jiang Feng: "Keep an eye on him. If the soldiers below open fire, use the president as a shield."

Then he turned to the guards in the distance and shouted, "Take one more step closer and I'll kill your president!"

The soldiers who caught up to the edge of the tarmac hesitated, one of them stopping in their tracks.

"Walk!"

Song Heping closed the hatch and walked towards the cockpit.

After getting into the cockpit and sitting down in the driver's seat, he turned around and beckoned to Ferrari: "Ferrari, come in and help me out!"

"Boss, you really know how to fly a helicopter?"

Collins followed Ferrari into the cockpit, glanced at the dense array of instruments, and asked in surprise.

"Didn't I mention that I studied a little bit in South America before? It's just flying a helicopter..."

While answering, Song Heping began to check the instruments.

But soon, he was stunned.

"Fuck me!"

After freezing for two seconds, he swore.

(End of this chapter)