Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 944 Leave No One Alive!

"it's me."

Song Heping said in a deep voice.

There was a dead silence on the other end of the line.

A few seconds later, a joyful exclamation came from the other end of the phone.

"Song?! Old Song! God...you're still alive! You're still alive!"

Ferrari's voice suddenly rose, filled with the ecstasy of surviving a disaster and the immense shock of the experience, and he stammered, "Everyone outside is saying... they all say you were blown to bits! Utkin and the others... we can't get in touch with them... I thought..."

The immense emotional turmoil made Ferrari's breathing heavy.

"I am alive."

Song Heping interrupted him, his voice unusually calm, even somewhat cold.

Now is not a good time for catching up.

Before reuniting with Jiang Feng and the others, nowhere is safe.

He glanced at the call duration displayed on the satellite phone screen; it was only five minutes.

"Listen to me, I'm currently in Gelby Town. Have Jiang Feng and the others come find me. I'll wait for them on the south side of town. Contact them immediately and tell them to come find me..."

He quickly gave the name of the dilapidated town where he and Sayina were currently located.
"Understood! I'll contact them right away and have them come find you! God! They'll be ecstatic when they hear this news! You have no idea how everyone's been these past two days!"

Ferrari instantly suppressed his elation, his voice becoming rapid and clear as he quickly repeated the rendezvous point.

"How are you now? Are you safe? Are you with someone...?"

"It's safe for now. I have a child with me. We'll talk when we meet."

Song Heping said decisively, "Time is almost up. See you at the meeting point in an hour."

"Understood! One hour later! You..." Ferrari's voice was filled with worry and unfinished business.

"Clap."

Without hesitation, Song Heping pressed the hang-up button.

The cold, busy tone instantly replaced Ferrari's anxious voice.

The lean man immediately stepped forward and, as if guarding a treasure, quickly put away the satellite phone and locked it in the box.

Song Heping, holding Sayina, turned and got into the car, heading towards the agreed meeting point outside the town—behind several huge weathered rocks in a desolate, sheltered area of ​​sand dunes.

He found a relatively clean, shady spot on a sand dune, sat down, placed Sayina beside him, and carefully wrapped her in his robe.

The little girl remained silent, hugging her knees, her small body curled up in a ball, her chin resting on her knees, her empty eyes staring at the undulating lines of the sand dunes in the distance, as if her soul had already drifted away from this small body.

Song Heping sat silently beside her, like an unchanging rock.

He took out the water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and held it to Sayina's lips.

"Drink some water," he said in a low voice.

Sayina did not react at all; her long eyelashes drooped down like two withered butterfly wings.

Song Heping did not insist, took back the kettle, and took a sip himself.

At an age like Sayina's, experiencing a major upheaval and suffering psychological trauma can lead to temporary social withdrawal and an unwillingness to communicate with others.

this is normal phenomenon.

The icy water slid down my parched, burning throat, bringing a brief moment of clarity.

He needs to think.

Faris's death, Sayina's trauma, the blood debt of the Freedom Alliance, the combined strangulation by the CIA and MI6...

A jumble of clues churned in his mind, and a torrent of furious rage surged beneath his cold rationality, searching for an outlet.

He closed his eyes, forcing himself into a near-cold state of deduction.

His fingers moved unconsciously across the scorching sand, sketching a vague strategic outline.

Primary goal: Survive, and survive with Sayina.

Secondly: Gather strength.

then……

His fingers drew a deep, menacing line in the sand—revenge.

The objective is clear: to make the treacherous MI6, especially that high and mighty Ms. M, pay an unbearable price.

She thought she was just a pawn.

It's time to make her realize that she is a player on the chessboard.

Time ticked by in the scorching air and deathly silence.

Sayina seemed to have finally exhausted all her strength. Her little head bobbed up and down, and she finally leaned on Song Heping's arm and fell into a deep sleep.

Even in her sleep, her brows were furrowed, and her small body would occasionally twitch as if startled.

Song Heping took off his relatively clean inner shirt and gently covered her with it, like covering a small flower that might be blown away by the wind at any moment.

After an unknown amount of time, several rapidly moving black dots finally appeared on the edge of the distant sand dunes. Song Heping's eyes instantly sharpened to the point of sharpness, and his hand silently rested on the pistol handle at his waist. The black dots quickly magnified, their outlines becoming clear—three people!
The man in the lead was as burly as a bear; he was the cook.

Behind him was Jiang Feng, who moved nimbly and scanned his surroundings with wary eyes, and Utkin, whose face was bruised but whose steps were steady!
Although the cook was using a cane, he practically ran over. His face, which looked particularly rugged from exhaustion and the smoke of gunpowder, was now a mixture of unbelievable elation and lingering fear.

A few steps away from Song Heping, his calloused hands opened wide, he threw away his cane, and with a strong whoosh, he suddenly hugged Song Heping tightly!
"God bless you, Song! I knew it! I knew that even the devils of hell wouldn't dare to take you in, so you couldn't die so easily! I didn't believe them when they said you were dead!"

The cook's embrace was so powerful it felt like it could break bones, and his voice, filled with the excitement of surviving a disaster and the immense joy of relief, made everyone's eardrums buzz.

The strong smell of gunpowder, sweat, and a faint smell of blood instantly enveloped Song Heping.

"If the damn CIA sees you still standing there, they'll probably feel worse than if they ate tons of shit in the toilet! Hahaha!"

He slapped Song Heping's back hard, making a dull sound.

Song Heping was almost suffocating from being choked, but his tense nerves finally relaxed completely at this moment.

He raised his hand and slapped the cook's broad, wall-like back back just as hard, with a rare warmth in his voice: "It's good that you're alive, old man."

Then he turned to Utkin: "Your attack on Asara town went smoothly, didn't it?"

"We're all fine."

Utkin stepped forward, the fresh abrasion on his face particularly glaring in the blazing sun.

He gave Song Heping a deep look, his deep blue eyes, characteristic of Slavs, swirling with complex emotions—admiration and respect.

He didn't say anything, but simply stretched out his fist and bumped it hard against Song Heping's fist.

it is more than words.

Jiang Feng came up and hugged Song Heping, but quickly let go. His gaze then sharply swept over Sayina in Song Heping's arms and the surrounding environment, like the most sophisticated radar scanning for potential threats.

"We need to get out of here quickly; we're too conspicuous!"

"Who is this child?"

The cook's gaze finally fell on Sayina, a hint of doubt and barely perceptible gentleness appearing on his face.

“My benefactor’s daughter.” Song Heping’s voice suddenly turned somber again: “Her father’s name is Faris. After I jumped off the cliff, I drifted downstream along the river. She found me unconscious on the riverbank and told her father. The two of them rescued me and took me home. However, this morning, an armed group called the Free Alliance attacked their village. When I rushed back, he was already dead.”

The expressions of the three men standing nearby instantly turned serious.

Song Heping said no more and quickly steered the conversation back on track, his voice regaining its usual cold and unquestionable tone: "Cook, Utkin, I need you to act immediately."

He pointed south, towards the direction of the Bilge Gobi Desert, his eyes sharp as a knife.

"The Freedom Alliance's stronghold is located in the Birgai Gobi Desert, forty kilometers south of Urda village. The people who attacked the village just now were their men. There should still be some remnants in the stronghold."

His gaze swept over the cook and Utkin: "Take all the Wakner brothers you can muster and 'comfort' those scum. Remember, leave none alive."

"Leave no one behind?"

The cook licked his slightly chapped lips, his eyes flashing with a fierce light—the excitement a butcher feels when he sees a lamb ready for slaughter.

"Understood! Avenge the Faris brothers and get justice for this girl! I guarantee not even a rat will escape!"

He clenched his fist, and his knuckles cracked.

Utkin's eyes were calm, and he made no extra expression. He simply nodded vigorously, his movements crisp and efficient, like a machine receiving a command.

Jiang Feng then quickly began to check his personal communication devices.

"You can handle the details of the operation yourselves. Once it's complete, head straight back to the Damascus base to regroup." Song Heping gave the final order: "Jiang Feng and I will take Sayina and go first."

He didn't waste words with the cook or Utkin.

Neither side needs to be overly sentimental.

Utkin and the cook were more than happy to help with this small favor.

"Then let's go first, split up and see you in Damascus!"

Without a word, the cook and Utkin immediately turned around, got into the car, and went to assemble their Wagner troops.

Their convoy quickly disappeared into a cloud of dust, carrying a chilling, menacing aura as it sped toward the Bilge Gobi Desert.

Perhaps the Freedom Alliance members have no idea what kind of people they've messed with today.

Watching the cooks leave, Song Heping felt inexplicably lost.

He could easily annihilate a small armed group with a single order.

This kind of strength is something that many people dream of obtaining.

Even so, he couldn't save a Faris.

They don't even dare to return to their own country, and they don't dare to contact their younger siblings.

He found it ironic.

"Jiang Feng, let's go."

He suddenly lost all interest in taking down the "Freedom Alliance" armed group, turned around, picked up Sayina, and walked toward the pickup truck.

Now, he needs a cold shower and a quiet place to plan his next move.

Since Ms. M wants war, I'll grant her wish and give her a chance to fight!
(End of this chapter)