Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 912 Suicide Attack

Song Heping ultimately decided to follow Sheriff Hussein back to the Latakia Police Station.

The night wind, carrying the scent of gunpowder and scorched earth, swept through this scarred city.

The distant horizon was tinged with a dark red by the gunfire, with tracer bullets occasionally streaking across it like the Grim Reaper's scythe waving in the darkness.

"The whole city is in complete chaos right now; going out tonight would be suicide."

"Sheriff Hussein said in a low voice."

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't had a proper rest in a long time.

The police uniform was covered in dust and dried blood, and the bandage on his right arm was stained brown by the seeping blood.

The police station is located in the northern part of Latakia. It is a three-story concrete building with bullet holes all over its exterior walls, as if it had been torn apart by the claws of some kind of giant beast.

The police cars in the yard were all totaled, their tires burned down to twisted steel rims. One of the cars had its door open, and several shell casings were scattered inside.

Hussein led them through a corridor filled with sandbags, where several armed special police officers stood in the shadows, eyeing the foreign team warily.

Their eyes held both wariness and a hint of unspoken hostility.

“Most of my colleagues either died in battle or fled home after the war started…” Hussein explained in a low voice, his tone revealing a deep weariness.

"We originally had over two hundred people... now..."

He shook his head and didn't say anything more.

Utkin walked behind Song Heping, his finger never leaving the trigger guard, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings.

As Hussein stepped forward to open the conference room door, he quietly leaned close to Song Heping and whispered in Russian:

"Be careful, there are quite a few moles within the police system in Celia."

Song Heping did not answer, but simply nodded slightly.

Of course he knew.

The situation in Syria is unique—a country where a minority rules the majority, and internal conflicts have been brewing for many years.

The storm of the Arab Spring swept in, various forces were stirring, and the government was already riddled with problems.

Free Army, extremist groups, foreign powers...

Everyone is playing a game on this land, and within the police system, who can guarantee there aren't any moles?
Hussein may be trustworthy, but what about the police under his command?
No one can guarantee that.

"Please sit down and have some tea, friends."

Hussein beckoned everyone into the meeting room, took out a pot of Arabic tea from a cabinet in the corner, and poured a cup for each person.

A bitter aroma filled the air, mixed with the smell of dust and gunpowder, making the tea seem particularly heavy.

He sat at a scratched wooden table, spread out a hand-drawn map of the city, and pointed to various areas of the port of Latakia.

"Russian forces launched airstrikes on the Free Army's supply lines, but their inside agents in the city are still active."

He sighed. "They blew up the substation tonight, and now half the city is without power."

Song Heping took the teacup, but did not drink it.

He stared out the window, where the distant night sky was dyed orange-red by artillery fire and incendiary bombs, with explosions rising and falling like the low growls of some wild beast.

"How much area can your government forces still control?" Jiang Feng asked.

Hussein gave a wry smile, his face full of bitterness, as if this was a question he found difficult to answer.

"Nominally, the whole of Latakia still belongs to us."

He pointed to the map, "But in reality? The port area, the industrial area, the old town... everywhere is teeming with Free Army soldiers. They've even launched bomb attacks on all government offices and military camps."

As he spoke, he pointed out the window to the bombed police car and the collapsed courtyard wall.

"We were bombed once before."

Utkin interjected coldly, "So you can't even be safe in your own police station?"

Hussein did not deny it, but silently sipped his tea, lowered his head in thought, as if organizing his thoughts to explain the chaotic situation here.

Just then— "Something's wrong."

Jiang Feng, who had been standing by the window, suddenly put down his teacup, slightly lifted the curtain with his fingers, and stared intently outside.

Song Heping immediately became alert, put down his teacup, and quickly walked to Jiang Feng's side.

"What's wrong?"

"There's someone moving outside," Jiang Feng said in a low voice. "There's a car, lights off, circling the police station."

Song Heping quickly pressed himself against the window, and by the light of the burning buildings in the distance, he saw a pickup truck and a sedan slowly driving across the street in front of the police station.

The car window rolled down, and the faces inside peered toward the police station, seemingly observing the defensive setup.

Even more bizarre is——

The pickup truck suddenly stopped, and one of the men jumped out, threw a smoke bomb toward the police station entrance, then turned and jumped back into the truck at top speed.

"They're marking targets!" Song Heping whirled around. "Hussein! Tell your men to be careful! Something's probably going to happen here!"

Hussein's expression changed drastically, and he immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted a few words in Arabic.

But before he could finish giving the order—

"boom--!!"

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from outside the police station. Immediately afterwards, a small van rushed out from the street corner. The front of the van had a very peculiar appearance, with a thick steel plate tied to it with rope. It looked like some kind of deformed armored monster and was speeding wildly toward the police station gate!

"Suicide car bomb!"

Song Heping's pupils suddenly contracted. He instantly grabbed an AK-12 assault rifle and fired two rounds of bursts at the driver's seat.

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The bullet struck the driver's seat precisely, and the windshield was instantly stained red with blood.

But the car only slowed down slightly before accelerating again!
Song Heping's heart sank—he knew that in the Middle East, extremists often strapped themselves to the driver's seat, or even fixed the steering wheel, to ensure that they would not fall to the ground even if shot, and that the vehicle would continue to move forward because of muscle spasms and even slamming on the gas pedal.

"RPG! Bomb it with an RPG!" he roared.

Downstairs, several SWAT officers fired wildly, bullets hitting the steel plate of the car's front and sparking, but to no avail.

Hussein rushed out of the conference room and shouted downstairs, "Use RPGs! Quickly!"

But it seems it's already too late.

The truck, loaded with explosives, crashed into the police station gate at an almost insane speed!

“Get down!”

Song Heping shouted sternly, and everyone immediately lay down, covering their heads with their hands.

The next second—

boom--

The small truck still crashed into the barricades and sandbags at the entrance of the police station.

A huge fireball rose from the carriage.

The violent explosion tore the entire pickup truck, along with the attacker inside the cab, into pieces, which then sprayed out in all directions.

The entire police station shook violently. The shockwave from the explosion shattered all the windows, and a wave of fire engulfed the hall like a giant beast, with hot metal fragments and rubble flying everywhere.

The emergency lights that were originally placed in the police station corridor were blown away by the huge shock wave, plunging the entire police station building into complete darkness.

Song Heping's eardrums were ringing, his internal organs seemed to have shifted, his chest felt incredibly tight, and he felt like vomiting.

After the explosion, the air seemed to rise several degrees immediately, and there was a scorching heat everywhere, as if we were in a giant furnace.

For a moment, the world seemed to fall into a brief silence.

(End of this chapter)