Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 907 Song Heping's Bad Habits

The GRU agents outside the door were no pushovers either. Although Song Heping had killed three of them, they still maintained a considerable degree of composure. Two of them kept suppressing fire at the door, while two others rushed in and quickly dragged the wounded outside.

Almost simultaneously, a GRU officer threw two tear gas canisters into the room.

Everything went smoothly and seamlessly, and the crisis management response was extremely rapid.

The irritating gas was quickly released from the projectile.

Song Heping quickly gestured to Utkin in the small room opposite, indicating that he must evacuate immediately.

Clearly, the GRU outside will hold the door, wait for the gas to fill the room, and then use the help of tear gas to break into the room.

This is almost a standard procedure, and it always works.

"Jiang Feng, what's the situation downstairs?"

Song Heping estimated the time and felt that Jiang Feng should have already retreated downstairs through the secret passage.

"We've arrived at the back of the building..."

Before the words were finished, gunshots rang out in the background.

“There’s a GRU…”

"Take him down! Now! Establish a defensive line!"

Song Heping knew that the critical moment had arrived.

The GRU agents have just arrived, but they're not fools; they'll definitely split up and surround the building.

Therefore, Song Heping had previously instructed Jiang Feng to immediately retreat from the corridor and leave through the secret passage in Utkin's room—even a former GRU major like Utkin would consider an evacuation plan, and any special forces member or operative would prepare a Plan B in advance when carrying out a mission.

Fortunately, his prediction was completely correct. As soon as Jiang Feng retreated downstairs, he immediately engaged in a firefight with the GRU agents who were rushing towards him.

"I don't care what methods you use, take out those roadblocks, fight your way back to the main gate, and blow up their car!"

"understand!"

Jiang Feng also knew that this matter was a matter of life and death.

He had to go all out.

Denying it would not only mean his own demise, but also the deaths of Song Heping and Utkin upstairs!

The white smoke from the tear gas spread across the floor like venomous snakes.

Song Heping's eyes instantly became bloodshot, and a burning pain shot from his nasal cavity straight to his brain.

He quickly tore off a dishcloth from the kitchen, ignoring the greasy smell on the dirty thing, turned on the tap to wet it, and tied it to his face to cover his mouth and nose.

"Newbies! It's time for your aromatherapy bath again!"

The roar of Captain Lei Ming from back then still echoes in my ears.

During the first week of the 203rd training camp, they were intermittently locked in a sealed chamber filled with tear gas until they finished reading the designated regulations before they could come out.

The muscle memory left by the endurance training back then saved Song Heping—he used tactical breathing to control the burning sensation in his lungs, and tears rolled down his cheeks without affecting his vision at all.

"Jiang Feng, report the situation!"

Song Heping lowered his voice and shouted into the radio, while simultaneously signaling to Utkin in the opposite room – “Cover me.”

A broken reply came through the radio: "Back alley. Two taken care of."

The distinctive short bursts of fire characteristic of the AK-105 can be clearly heard in the background.

"Currently moving towards the main entrance"

A cold smile appeared on Song Heping's lips.

As expected, Gruwu divided his forces to surround the enemy, but he did not expect Jiang Feng to attack from behind.

He crouched low and darted toward the kitchen, gas smoke forming a milky white sea of ​​death below his waist.

The roar of an AK-12 came from behind, and 7.62mm bullets tore the wooden door to pieces, temporarily suppressing the enemy at the doorway.

The kitchen was filled with a strong smell of gas.

Song Heping drew his tactical folding knife, and with a flash of light, the gas hose snapped.

The hissing sound of leaking gas was instantly drowned out by the gunshot, but he could feel the flammable gas frantically filling the confined space.

He turned to Utkin and shouted, "Withdraw!"

Then he fastened the safety pin of the last grenade to the kitchen doorknob, his movements as fluid as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

Without hesitation, Utkin turned and entered the secret passage in the wardrobe—a hidden door leading to a spiral fire escape ladder.

Song Heping took one last look at the room that was about to become a living hell—he had to run away immediately, the gas concentration was increasing, and a single spark would be enough to send the entire floor flying into the sky.

Intense gunfire suddenly erupted downstairs.

Jiang Feng led his three team members along the building wall toward the entrance. Soon, they reached the corner of the building. Just outside was the street in front of the entrance, where GRU agents' vehicles and two lookouts were parked.

The assault soldier from the former air assault brigade's reconnaissance battalion didn't give the two lookouts much of a chance, turning around and giving a tactical hand signal to a mercenary from a special operations platoon behind him.

The two moved forward, standing near the corner.

"3-2-1!"

The two men, one standing and the other kneeling, simultaneously drew their guns.

bang bang——

bang bang——

Two shots were fired, and the two GRU drivers standing next to the car at the main entrance were instantly blown apart and fell heavily to the ground.

upstairs.

The GRU agents outside the door saw that a large amount of tear gas had seeped into the room. After nodding to each other, they confirmed that they could enter.

The team leader made a "rush in" gesture, and the two team members quickly entered the room one after the other.

The living room was empty amidst the thick smoke.

"The living room is safe..." The first team member to enter confirmed the situation with the team leader.

Two more people came in after that.

The four people carefully split into two groups to search the living room.

The living room is small and can be seen at a glance.

However, the group was still wary of Song Heping's previous ruthlessness, so they were very cautious.

The door to the small room was closed, and the kitchen door was closed.

The two groups were positioned one on the left and one on the right, near the kitchen and the small room respectively.

A GRU officer tried gently placing his hand on the ball lock handle in the kitchen and giving it a light twist—

click!
The door wasn't locked.

He was a little surprised.

Then he pushed it inwards with his hand and very cautiously retreated to the wall. The teammate behind him had already taken out a grenade and was preparing to throw it in.

But before it was even thrown, you could already hear something fall to the ground inside.

Tuk-tuk-tuk——

That thing seemed to roll a few times.

"Grenade!"

The GRU agent by the door shouted warnings to his comrades.

He was glad he had been cautious.

It's right to push open the door and wait by pressing yourself against the wall; otherwise, rushing in rashly might result in being blown up again.

At that very moment, the screams of the team members downstairs came through the headset: "Fire at the main entrance! They've escaped!"

The team leader didn't react immediately.

Main entrance?

They were just fighting back in the room, how did they get to the front door so quickly?

He was about to ask the team members downstairs what had happened when, before he could even speak, a violent explosion suddenly came from the room.

boom--

A fireball shot out of the room, ripping the door off. The immense impact shattered the poorly constructed walls. The gas cylinder's explosion was far more powerful than a hand grenade. The three GRU agents standing outside were instantly blasted towards the wall across the corridor, crashing heavily against it before slamming to the ground.

Just as Song Heping slid down to the second floor, a deafening explosion came from above.

The entire apartment building trembled violently, and orange-red fireballs shot out of the kitchen windows, the shockwave causing the drainpipes to detach from the walls.

The bodies of two GRU agents were propelled out of the shattered window by the blast wave and landed on the ground below, before Song Heping.

At this time, Song Heping was only about five meters above the ground, which is a safe height.

Without hesitation, he released the drainpipe that had begun to detach, and rolled forward to absorb the impact upon landing, but still got his cheek cut by flying concrete fragments.

"Old squad leader!"

Jiang Feng rushed over and pulled him up.

In the distance, the whistles of Egyptian military and police could be heard echoing through the streets.

Utkin, who had slipped out of the room before him, had already started the escape vehicle that had been prepared in advance and disguised as an ambulance, and drove it to the side of the group.

Song Heping scanned his surroundings—two GRU agents, blown out of the building by gas cylinders and landing in the alley, lay in pools of blood. One of them had his gas mask blown off, revealing a bloody, mangled face.

Further away at the front gate, the three black SUVs they were in were engulfed in flames.

"Get in! Quick!" Utkin roared as he shifted gears.

As soon as everyone jumped into the vehicle, the ambulance roared into the alley.

Looking back through the back window, Song Heping saw that an entire corner of the original top floor of the apartment building had been destroyed, and the raging flames licked at the night sky.

The ambulance was filled with the smell of blood and sweat.

Jiang Feng examined the wounded team members and reported, "Ockham was shot in the shoulder, but he won't die..."

The player named Ockham bit his bandage, enduring the pain as Jiang Feng bandaged him up, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Well done." Song Heping patted Jiang Feng on the shoulder, then turned to Utkin: "It seems someone really doesn't want me to appear in Celia."

“No need to ask, it must be Zhaoyi Valley.” Utkin jerked the steering wheel, and the ambulance swerved onto the main road. “The only person who could mobilize the GRU to attack you in Egypt is him.”

Song Heping sighed and said, "I have a bad habit: I hate being threatened and I love doing things that people I hate don't want me to do."

This was a bit of a mouthful of words. Utkin glanced at Song Heping, his eyes filled with confusion.

Song Heping shrugged: "This time, I'm definitely going to Celia."

He paused, then continued, "You must have a plan, right? Tell me, where to next? How to get to Celia?"

“I’ve already arranged everything for Alexandria, Pier 7,” Utkin said. “We’ll take the waterway. Once we reach Seria, we’ll go directly to the Western Army’s camp. We have a camp there in Wakkana. Once we get there, Zhaoyi Valley won’t dare to openly attack us.”

Song Heping took out a piece of chewing gum, popped it into his mouth, chewed a few times, and asked, "By the way, I really want to meet that Zhao Yigu and see what he looks like. I've never met him before, does this guy want me dead that badly?"

After saying that, he laughed.

Utkin laughed, and after a moment replied, "What's the point of seeing that idiot? He's a despicable person!"

Song Heping was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After laughing, I felt quite helpless.

I'm just naturally prone to causing trouble.

Now it's not just the CIA that wants to live; the French, the British, and even the Russians are now being targeted.

(End of this chapter)