Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 909 Chaos

"They want us dead!"

Utkin slammed his fist on the railing.

“Isn’t this obvious?” Song Heping quickly made a decision: “Tell the captain to dock at the abandoned wharf on the west side of the port. There shouldn’t be any proper inspections there.”

“I’ve already said that,” Jiang Feng nodded, “but he’s worried the water isn’t deep enough.”

"Then swim ashore," Song Heping said firmly. "Notify everyone to prepare combat equipment; there's definitely an ambush at the port. Don't underestimate those idiots' intelligence. Even if we're at a legitimate port, they'll find an excuse to treat us like terrorists."

"Okay, I'll go and talk to the boat captain."

Jiang Feng turned and went to the cockpit.

"Saving the cook this time involves a great risk, Song, you..."

Utkin noticed that Song Heping seemed to have been prepared, and it seemed he understood something.

Even without him, Song Heping would still go.

Do you think I'm the kind of person who would abandon my brothers?

Song Heping looked at the former GRU major in front of him with a grin.

"You GRU don't have a tradition of abandoning your comrades, do you?"

Utkin was stunned.

He couldn't answer that question.

After all, the very special forces unit they used to be in were now hunting them down.

"They want us dead!"

Utkin slammed his fist into the rusty railing, oblivious to the blood seeping from his knuckles.

In the distance, the lights of Latakia port flickered in the night, like the eyes of a wild beast.

Song Heping squinted, the sea breeze carrying the smell of gunpowder stinging his nostrils.

This is no ordinary sea breeze—the air in Syria is perpetually thick with the dust of war.

“Isn’t this obvious?” He pulled out a tactical dagger and carved a deep mark on the deck. “From Cairo to the Mediterranean, Zhao Yigu is determined to wipe them out.”

Jiang Feng suddenly lowered his voice: "Henry and MI6 have obtained some intelligence..."

He handed the tablet computer to Song Heping.

"Thermal imaging shows there's an ambush behind the dock crane." The green light from his night vision goggles reflected on his tense face.

"At least six have been discovered so far, arranged in a tactical formation, a typical crossfire ambush circle."

“Can the British be trusted?!” Utkin immediately objected.

Jiang Feng sneered, "If you can't even trust your own people, why can't you trust the British?!"

"Regular troops wouldn't be so sneaky."

Song Heping pressed the tip of his dagger heavily against the name of the ship "Artemis".

“Tell the captain to go around behind the abandoned oil tanker on the west side. The water there is deep enough, and—”

He suddenly fell silent, and the roar of propellers could be heard in the distance.

Three Mi-24 Hind helicopters swept across the harbor like vultures, their searchlights illuminating the sea in a stark white light.

Utkin abruptly ripped off the dog tag hanging around his neck and stuffed it into his boot—it was a GRU badge that would expose his identity.

He used to be proud of this.

Now, he is ashamed of it.

"Swim ashore."

Song Heping pointed to the cabin: "Jiang Feng will lead Group A to infiltrate from the 3 o'clock direction, while Utkin and I will go from the 9 o'clock direction. Remember—"

He glanced at the bloodshot eyes of each team member. "This is not a drill. Behind every rock in Celia, there could be a deadly gun barrel."

Now, he is accompanied only by Jiang Feng and three other special operations platoon members.

Instead of docking at the port of Latakia, the Artemis sailed to a beach about forty kilometers away and anchored offshore.

Currently, it is at least 5 kilometers from the coastline.

Song Heping was fully aware of this infiltration.

He could now put his countless infiltration training sessions to good use.

"We'll dive over there now."

Song Heping gave a tactical signal, and Jiang Fengming led several special operations platoon members into the water like ghosts.

Can you dive?

After Jiang Feng and the others disappeared, Song Heping turned to look at Utkin standing beside him and teased, "Does the GRU have any diving training?"

"I'm OK!"

Utkin felt insulted.

He absolutely could not show the slightest weakness in front of this Chinese man—neither militarily nor anywhere else.

He even suddenly understood why the cook had been willing to give up his company in Bakda and return to Moscow. Being with someone like Song was too stressful; he could only ever be a subordinate.

Leaving is the best option.

Underwater visibility is less than two meters.

Song Heping's tactical flashlight illuminated the wreckage of the sunken truck, where a skeleton wearing a seatbelt swayed gently in the water.

"Wow--"

Song Heping peered out from behind the broken concrete embankment, the salty seawater flowing down his bulletproof vest.

Thirty meters away, two sentries in civilian clothes were smoking, but their gun-holding posture gave them away—the Russian shoulder-fire method, a typical GRU style.

It appears that the port of Latakia has also been taken over by the Russian military.

The problem is that the Zhaoyi Valley currently controls the Russian army.

I can't take that risk.

He turned around and gave Utkin two tactical hand signals to ask if he understood.

Utkin's response was very clear—take them out!
"boom!"

As if to make Song Heping understand his will, Utkin's silenced pistol fired a muffled thud first.

The first sentry fell like a puppet with its strings cut.

Seeing this, Song Heping did not hesitate any longer and immediately pulled the trigger.

The bullet struck the second sentry in the throat, and warm blood splattered onto the faded "Danger! Unexploded ordnance" warning sign.

"Sounds of gunfire from the northeast."

Jiang Feng's voice crackled through the bone conduction headphones.

"Henry's intelligence indicates that government forces and the Free Army are fighting over the flour mill."

"Let's talk about it once we're ashore."

At this point, Song Heping was no longer able to make any judgments.

Celia is in complete chaos.

According to previous intelligence, the internal situation is in complete chaos.

The opposition is very complex.

Extremist groups, including 1515 and the Kold'd militants.

They were all old acquaintances of Song Heping.

These guys know exactly what kind of people they are.

It seems we're about to clash again on this land.

Half an hour later.

Song Heping lay beneath the chassis of a T-72 tank overturned by a rocket, watching the red figure flashing in his night vision goggles.

Two hundred meters away on the street, a dozen civilians were huddled in terror in the destroyed fountain pool, while stray bullets from both sides occasionally splashed up gravel at the edge of the pool.

The port of Latakia is a very important strategic location.

The place is in such a mess now.

It is clear that the situation of the Celia government is not good.

These guys can't even control their own important ports.

"Isn't it said that the coastal areas are all Assad's territory?!"

Song Heping couldn't help but ask Utkin.

Utkin looked embarrassed: "Before I left, this place was still in the hands of the government forces..."

"grass!"

Song Heping felt as if his heart was on fire.

intelligence!

Intelligence is of utmost importance to a special operations team.

Otherwise, the entire army would be wiped out.