Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 934 Lone Courage
The wind was stronger higher up on Mount Gelby, almost blowing him off his feet.

The mountain is located in eastern Seria, near Deir ez-Zor and the oilfield town of Al-Alasha.

In terms of altitude, it is not the highest mountain in Syria.

However, it is also 851 meters.

Song Heping had already memorized this altitude when he studied the map and formulated the battle plan.

He noticed that the contour lines of Mount Gelby on the map were very narrow.

In other words, although this mountain range is not very high, it is definitely dangerous, with a significant drop in elevation.

Unit 203 trained him very well.

Although he was just a trainee back then, he was among the top three in the selection process.

Especially in special tactics and topography, no one in his cohort was more skilled than him.

This is also why he was able to make very decisive choices in emergency situations.

Even so, he himself was not confident about this adventure.

He's gambling.

He was betting on the CIA's hatred towards him.

Militants at Camp 1515, located in the distance, were still gathering. Some had already set off towards Mount Gelby, but most were still boarding vehicles in the camp.

There is still some time before the battle begins.

Just not much anymore.

Song Heping knelt on one knee behind a huge weathered rock, quickly took off his backpack, and moved so fast that he was almost a blur.

He first took out the heavily encrypted satellite phone, his fingertips flying across the cold keys, inputting an extremely complex key sequence, and dialing a preset emergency number.

That was an urgent, secret route.

Because within the entire "Musician" defense force, only one person besides himself, Ferrari, knew that number.

The reason Ferrari knew was because Song Heping had made a backup plan to relay messages in case he was in a critical situation and unable to contact the other party.

What if I die?

That is also an important asset.

"Du...du..."

The waiting sound was so faint in the strong wind that it was almost inaudible.

He glanced at his watch.

The current time in Celia is 4:15 AM.

The guy who answered the phone was probably just starting work in the afternoon, so his so-called time zone calculation was probably a short time ago.

That's right...

He couldn't help but laugh.

My luck isn't bad.

If the other party's time zone is currently in the early morning or night, this situation is really difficult to handle.

The afternoon is the right time.

Going to work is the right thing to do.

Finally, the call went through.

"You're crazy..."

The other party seemed flustered as soon as they answered the phone.

Before the other person could even start complaining, Song Heping immediately interrupted them.

"Listen, you'll receive a message soon. Deliver it to Vincent's office as quickly as possible and place it in front of him."

Song Heping's voice was unusually calm, without any inflection, as if he were giving an order to his subordinate.

After saying that, without giving the other party a chance to react, she resolutely hung up the phone.

Then, his fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out a message—

"Coordinates sent. Target confirmed: Song Heping himself. Additional target: Eastern foothills of the Gelby Mountains, 1515 armed assembly area, estimated force of over 3,000, equipped with numerous armed pickup trucks, heavy machine guns, and recoilless rifles. Request: Highest priority, immediate air strike. Repeat, target: Song Heping himself. Additional target: 1515 armed forces." He clearly wrote a string of latitude and longitude numbers at the end, then quickly pressed the send button.

After doing all this, he smiled and tied a grenade to the satellite phone to make a trap, found a crevice in the rocks, stuffed it in, and covered it with sand.

While doing all this, he could even imagine the look of astonishment on the face of the guy lurking in a restroom at Langley headquarters when he saw "Target: Song Heping himself".

But he didn't have time to explain.

I also think that no explanation is needed.

After all, even though the guy who answered the phone was his "old friend," he also wanted him dead!

Ha ha.

A strange relationship...

Immediately afterwards, he took out the most critical and dangerous piece of personal equipment he had brought on this trip—the AN/PEQ-15 laser target designator—and quickly installed it on the Picatinny rail of his AK-12.

The dark green shell scraped against the rough rock, making a slight rubbing sound.

He quickly checked the battery and calibrated the knob, his movements meticulous, as if he were performing a precise operation.

Advanced Target Pointer/Illuminator/Aiming Light, also known as AN/PEQ-15 (abbreviated as ATPIAL), stands for Advanced Target Pointer/Illuminator/Aiming Light.

This laser/infrared sight designator, meticulously developed and manufactured by EOTECH, is designed specifically for rifles and is mounted via a Picatinny rail.

The so-called infrared laser is actually an IR laser pointer that is difficult to detect with the naked eye and can only be seen with the help of night vision equipment.

This characteristic makes it particularly crucial for nighttime operations.

He didn't bring this out to lure the 1515 militants; he believed those bastards didn't have such good night vision equipment.

This is for Americans, and for the British who betrayed them.

Their aerial surveillance equipment can easily detect them through this invisible laser.

Now, Song and others are marking themselves together.

He must do it.

I am now the most attractive bait in this area.

After finishing everything, he took a deep breath, picked up his binoculars, and looked down the mountain.

In the field of vision, the chilling scene in the valley below was instantly brought closer—a dense mass of earth-yellow figures crawled like an ant colony, and more armed pickup trucks, kicking up clouds of yellow dust, were converging from all directions, the roar of their engines like the howls of wild beasts, still faintly audible from such a distance.

Several large groups had begun to spread out in a fan shape, like a huge, slowly closing net of death, encircling the hillside at his feet.

The most recent one is probably less than 2 kilometers away from him as the crow flies!

He could even make out the long, thick barrels of the heavy machine guns mounted on the back of the pickup trucks, their surfaces gleaming with a cold, metallic sheen in the sunlight.

Can't wait any longer!
Song Heping's fingers steadily rested on the activation button of the laser pointer.

Instead of targeting any ground targets, he blasted the laser beam at the gray-blue sky above, which was torn apart by the wind.

An infrared laser beam, invisible to the naked eye but clearly detectable by high-altitude reconnaissance equipment, pierced the sky in an instant, pointing straight up to infinity.

That beam of light was the death beacon he lit for himself.

It is proclaiming to all those with the ability to see it: Song Heping is right here! He is here, waiting for you to come and kill him!

Almost at the same moment that Song Heping’s laser beam pierced the dark clouds over the Gelby Mountains, far away in Langley, Virginia, in the United States, Simon, holding a briefing, jogged along the corridor of the floor where Director Vincent was located.

"Urgent! Top priority! I need to see Chief Vincent! Immediately!"

Simon's voice was hoarse, each word seeming to be squeezed out of his throat, carrying a sense of urgency on the verge of collapse.

He didn't even wait for the bureau chief's secretary to inform him; he went straight to the door and started banging on it.

The secretary was taken aback by his reckless attitude, but her professionalism made her react quickly.

"Sir, Simon has an emergency and needs to see you. He's already outside the door."

After quickly pressing the call button on the landline, the secretary reported to Director Vincent inside at top speed.

"What's the rush? Let him in!"

Vincent seemed to realize the urgency of the situation and did not stop them.

The secretary stepped forward and opened the door for the bureau chief, and Simon rushed inside.

(End of this chapter)