Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 906 Former GRU Major Utkin

As Song Heping climbed the rickety stairs of the apartment building, his right hand remained pressed against the Glock 17 at his waist.

The cement steps were covered with cigarette butts and dried phlegm. The air was filled with the aroma of spices that could be smelled in the streets and alleys of Cairo. The door at the end of the third-floor corridor was ajar, and a sliver of dim light seeped out from the crack.

"Utkin?"

Song Heping leaned against the wall, knocked on the door, and then called out softly in Russian, while gesturing for Jiang Feng and another team member behind him to spread out.

A few seconds later, the old wooden door creaked painfully, and a bald Slav appeared in the doorway, with a faint scar on the corner of his left eye that looked particularly menacing in the dim light.

"Song, you're seven minutes late."

Utkin glanced at his watch, then peered into the stairwell.

Seeing that Song Heping's men had secured the corridor and stairwell, he stepped aside to make way: "Come in, there's no time."

The apartment was filled with the smell of vodka and gun oil.

Several satellite photos and a laptop playing surveillance footage were scattered on the dining table.

Song Heping noticed a tactical backpack piled in the corner, and—two corpses covered with sheets.

"Your people?" Song Heping raised his eyebrows.

"No."

Utkin took a large gulp of liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing violently: "The GRU's 'cleaner,' found this place two hours ago, and's been lurking around downstairs, watching me."

He pulled back the sheets, revealing two burly corpses dressed in civilian clothes, with neat bullet holes in their temples indicating a professional execution.

"I had to deal with it ahead of schedule."

Song Heping crouched down to examine the bodies and pulled out an officer's ID from one of the men's pockets—Sergei Petrov, GRU Special Operations Group 3.

His pupils contracted slightly; Zhaoyi Valley had actually dispatched its most elite assassination squad.

"The fact that they were able to find this place means that this meeting location is no longer safe. We don't have much time."

Utkin picked up the tactical backpack from the corner and placed it at his feet, then said, "If I wasn't worried about changing locations and arousing your suspicion, I would have run away long ago."

"What's going on with the chef?" Song Heping cut straight to the point.

Utkin pulled up a map on his computer; the satellite image of Asara was covered with red markers.

"Three days ago, we received a direct order from the Ministry of Defense, requiring Wagner to cooperate with the Syrian government forces to recapture the oil fields near the town of Asara."

His fingers tapped on the keyboard, and the screen switched to the battle plan.

"Zhaoyi Valley personally pledged to provide Su-34 air cover and S-400 air defense systems to deter NATO air forces in the northern region and prevent them from launching large-scale bombing raids on the coalition forces in Wakkana and Sylvia."

Suddenly, a blurry video popped up on the screen: dozens of Wagner soldiers were fleeing in the desert, NATO warplanes roared overhead, and napalm bombs turned the entire sandy area into a sea of ​​fire.

The scene in the video was horrific; the screams even drowned out the sound of the explosion.

"No air support, no air defense system."

Utkin's voice trembled with anger.

"After the cook led 150 men into the oil fields near the town and engaged in battle with the opposition forces, NATO F-15s entered the scene and slaughtered our people like target practice, but our military turned a blind eye, and the cook's multiple emergency calls went unanswered..."

Song Heping's heart sank.

Fleeing Moscow on the spot was the right thing to do.

Russia is a quagmire.

The higher-ups are also utterly incompetent.

The Siberian War involved Russia's access to the sea and naval ports in the Middle East, as well as its power projection and influence. These were geopolitical interests that the former Soviet Union had cultivated over many years. Yet, people like Zhao Yigu disregarded national interests for their own selfish gain.

Dealing with this kind of person...

Song Heping was not only unwilling, but also despised this kind of trash from the bottom of his heart.

At least I have never done anything to harm the interests of my motherland during my many years abroad; that is the bottom line.

People must have a motherland; the motherland is one's root.

How many people are left now?

Song Heping suppressed his anger and asked Utkin.

"Thirty-seven Wagners, plus over a hundred remnants of the Sirian government forces."

Utkin pulled up the latest thermal image, in which several buildings in the town center were flashing faint spots of light.

"This is intelligence I obtained through my own connections within the Russian military intelligence service. Zhao Yigu knows that not all of Vakna's men are dead, but they refuse to send troops because the cost of a rescue is too high. Right now, the cook and his men are hiding in the underground oil depot and the school basement, surviving on their previous supplies. But NATO is bombing them three times a day—"

Suddenly, a sharp sound of shattering glass came from downstairs.

Song Heping and Utkin simultaneously lunged toward the window—three unlicensed black SUVs screeched to a halt in front of the apartment building, and a dozen fully armed figures quickly dispersed.

"Hold!"

Outside the door, Jiang Feng's roar came through the radio.

"Old squad leader, it's GRU! They—"

The communications were suddenly interrupted by intense gunfire.

Song Heping reacted with lightning speed.

He flipped the dining table over to use as cover, and at the same time loaded his pistol.

Utkin had already kicked open the wardrobe, taken out two AK-12 assault rifles, and tossed one to Song Heping.

"back door!"

Utkin pointed to his room.

"There's a passage inside!"

"Jiang Feng led his men back and used the back door!"

Song Heping shouted towards the door.

After all, they didn't bring automatic rifles when they arrived due to border security reasons; they only had Glock pistols. Such firepower would be difficult to deal with a dozen or so highly trained GRU agents.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!"

Jiang Feng shouted at several special operations platoon members guarding the stairwell from inside the building.

The group quickly retreated, but just as the last member entered the room, a burst of gunfire erupted in the hallway.

Puff puff--

Puff puff--

It is the sound made when a weapon with a silencer is fired.

Wood chips flew everywhere near the door.

The last team member let out a muffled groan, as if he had been suddenly hit by something, and instantly fell to the ground, crashing into the room.

"Pick him up and get out!"

While ordering Jiang Feng to withdraw immediately, Song Heping took his AK-12 assault rifle, pressed himself against the wall, and retreated into the kitchen next door.

Utkin also picked up his backpack, tidied up the things on the table, and retreated into the small room next door.

The heavy sound of military boots could be heard coming from the stairwell.

The two exchanged two tactical hand signals remotely to coordinate their next move.

Puff puff puff——

Chi chi chi chi——

Suddenly, countless bullet holes appeared on the door.

Someone outside was firing wildly into the room.

This door was as thin as paper in the face of submachine gun bullets. The bullets pierced the room, causing the clutter on the table to bounce up and the water glasses placed on it to shatter into pieces.

The two GRU agents who were already corpses were the most unfortunate. After being killed, they were "baptized" by bullets from their own colleagues, which made the work of the mortician much more difficult.

Song Heping silently recited the command in his mind. Two seconds after the bullets outside the door stopped, he suddenly stretched out an assault rifle from the kitchen and opened fire on the doorway.

Da da da da——

Da da da da——

"what--"

A scream came from outside the door.

Something fell heavily to the ground, making the floor rattle loudly.

Then I heard the people outside the door seem surprised, shouting something like "back off" in Russian.

Soon, the area outside the door became quiet.

Danglanglang——

A stun grenade was thrown in through the dilapidated wooden door.

Song Heping immediately turned around, retreated behind the kitchen wall, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened his mouth wide.

bang——

The first stun grenade exploded.

Song Heping felt something rush in from the kitchen doorway, and the loud noise made his ears ring.

Fortunately, I was protected from direct injury by the wall, otherwise I would definitely be in a state of dizziness by now.

Song Heping is already very experienced in dealing with this kind of situation.

Back when I was participating in selection training at the 203rd Regiment, the instructors would throw this thing into the barracks every morning, calling it a "wake-up bomb".

Danglanglang——

As the second stun grenade landed on the living room floor, Song Heping took the opportunity to throw out the hand grenade he had prepared beforehand.

The sound of the stun grenade hitting the ground masked the sound of the hand grenade hitting the ground.

Two different types of bullets rolled into the living room and came to rest on the floor.

bang——

The second stun grenade thrown by GRU agents exploded first.

The agents outside seized the opportunity to break down the door...

Soon, the first agent at the forefront shouted, "Grenade!"

Everyone retreated.

But it's too late.

boom--

The grenade exploded in a dazzling burst of light.

The immense impact sent the leading agent flying, crashing heavily into the wall.

The steel pillars released by the explosion caused great suffering to the remaining agents.

Each of them was shot with at least a few, and sometimes dozens, of steel balls.

"Ah—Suka—Suka—"

The fallen agent began to scream in agony.

Song Heping extended his assault rifle and fired a burst of bullets, giving them a quick physical send-off, and the living room immediately fell silent.

Utkin watched Song Heping's smooth and efficient killing spree and couldn't help but give him a thumbs up.

He now understood why the cook had specifically asked to speak to this Chinese man across the table if he got into trouble…

(End of this chapter)