Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 977 The Desert City's Betrayal
The shockwave from the explosion struck Haftar's chest like an invisible hammer, slamming him against a bullet-riddled concrete wall.

"vomit--"

The intense shock made him vomit his dinner.

But without the slightest hesitation or even thought, his body's instincts outpaced his consciousness, and he rolled violently to the side with the force of the impact.

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Just as he rolled to the side, several bullets hit the spot where he had fallen against the wall. If it had been a second later, he would be meeting his maker right now.

Song Heping's reaction was like that of a sophisticated killing machine.

In the instant the shockwave of the explosion tore through the air and shattered the glass window, his entire body, like a spring compressed to its limit, suddenly lurched towards the heavy oak desk to his side and behind him.

The rolling motion was so smooth that there wasn't a single unnecessary movement, carrying the tactical evasion instinct honed by special forces through countless trials.

Shattered glass, concrete fragments, and burning paper scraps pelted the thick tabletop with a deafening crash, like deadly hailstones.

While dodging, Song Heping's gaze instantly locked onto the outside of the window—by the light of the towering flames from the neighboring building ignited by RPG-7 rockets, he saw several ghostly black figures painted with desert camouflage paint and well-equipped, rapidly approaching from the low ruins on the southeast side in a textbook double-arrow assault formation.

"what happened!?"

Haftar wiped the food crumbs from the corner of his mouth, a look of surprise on his face.

"We've been ambushed!"

Song Heping looked at Haftar with a cold smile: "It's impossible to infiltrate the city and launch an attack silently without an inside agent."

"You doubt me?!"

Haftar's outrageous anger.

He felt insulted.

“It’s not you, but it could be one of your subordinates.” Song Heping sighed slightly. “In war-torn countries, loyalty is as precious as a prostitute in a red-light district.”

Haftar's face turned pale and then flushed. He stood up angrily, the muzzle of his badly worn AKMSU short assault rifle already raised, pointing at the ruins to the southeast where flames were rising outside the broken window. He roared in Arabic: "Take cover! Sniper! Southeast ruins! God curse those traitors!"

"SBS! Double-arrow attack formation! Three o'clock position, two groups of four! HK416, equipped with M203 grenades, thermal fusion sights!"

Amidst the deafening roar of the PKM machine gun, the chaotic hissing of the AK rifle, and the lingering echoes of explosions, Song Heping's voice, as clear and precise as a scalpel, cut into the eardrums of every mercenary in the special operations platoon through the throat microphone.

He could even leap forward from that near-perfect cross-cover rhythm and short burst intervals accurate to the millisecond.

That's a standard 2-3 round burst, aiming for high first-round accuracy and sustained firepower!
He smelled the scent of mud, sweat, and deadly intent that permeated the SAS Hereford training ground—

The British military's top hunting dogs have arrived!

"Disaster! Southeast corner ruins firing point! Smash them! Hunters! Move to higher ground! Roll call!"

Song Heping's order was calm and decisive, instantly setting the stage for a counterattack in this unexpected encounter.

"Roger that, boss! You son of a bitch, you Englishman, try my 'cloth shredder'!"

Outside the corridor, the calamity suddenly slammed open a wooden door that was teetering on the brink of collapse from the shockwave of the explosion, and the heavy PKM general-purpose machine gun spat out a nearly half-meter-long orange-red tongue of fire.

The deafening bursts of fire instantly drowned out all other noises on the battlefield. A dense hail of 7.62mm full-power bullets, accompanied by a whistling sound that tore through the air, lashed out at the two SBS team members who had just set up their L7A2 general-purpose machine guns at the edge of the ruins, attempting to establish a suppressive firing position.

The scorching bullets, like the plowshare of death, instantly shattered the sandbags and bricks at the edge of the bunker, sending them flying and billowing up smoke and dust.

The powerful kinetic energy suppression and firepower density kept the two well-trained SBS members pinned behind cover, not even giving them a chance to look up!
Almost at the same time as the calamity's signature roar, an even faster and deadlier figure, like a ghost blending into the shadows of the wall, silently darted up the narrow staircase leading from the second floor to the rooftop.

The hunter had now replaced his M24 with an HK417 precision marksman rifle equipped with an OSS Helix QD suppressor and a Schmidt & Bender PM II 3-20×50 high-magnification night vision scope.

His choice of this precision rifle for this mission demonstrates his experience.

In high-intensity combat, a semi-automatic HK417 can control a much larger area and has a greater suppressive effect than a single-shot bolt-action M24.

His movements were faster than the human eye could perceive. With a few light, cat-like leaps, he disappeared into the hole in the roof that had been blasted open by the shell. There was not a single superfluous movement, like the deadliest assassin blending into the darkness.

"Bang—Sizzle!"

A low, muffled gunshot, accompanied by the distinctive echo of a silencer, was instantly drowned out by the roar of the PKM and the hiss of the AK.

An SBS soldier who was nimbly peeking out from behind a low wall on the side, attempting to fire a grenade from the AG416 grenade launcher module attached to his HK416 rifle at a window on the first floor of the building, suddenly had his head explode into a horrific mixture of white bone fragments, scarlet blood, and grayish-white brain matter!

The 7.62x51mm sniper bullet with a match-grade stern round spun supersonicly and tore through the SBS member's Kevlar helmet and skull, the massive cavity effect instantly robbing him of all life.

The corpse, like a tattered sack with its bones removed, slumped backward, its weapon clattering to the ground. Precision!

Cold!

Efficiency! Like Death coldly and silently crossing out a name.

"Sniper! 11 o'clock! Rooftop! Top-tier expert! Team B, provide cover and suppress him! Team A, smoke grenades! Assault team, continue the assault! Target confirmed in the second-floor study, eliminate him first!"

Captain Coleman's cold voice rang out on the encrypted channel, carrying a hint of surprise and anger at the surprise attack, as well as a high level of alert.

Several smoke grenades hissed and tumbled as they landed precisely in the open area between the small building and the ruins. Thick, choking white smoke instantly rose up, like a heavy curtain, obscuring the hunter's deadly view from his high vantage point.

Meanwhile, the other two groups of SBS members, braving the fierce, overwhelming firepower of the calamity star and the scattered counterattacks from the panicked LNA soldiers, like venomous snakes that have a grudge against the bone, used the excellent cover provided by smoke and complex ruins to launch another attack on the small building from an extremely tricky angle!

Their tactical maneuvers were fluid, efficient, and deadly, with alternating leaps, fire support, and blind spot eliminations, showcasing the breathtaking pressure of a world-class special forces unit.

The standard NATO warheads, like venomous bees, relentlessly penetrated from unbelievable angles such as holes in walls, below windows, and gaps in broken beams, suppressing every corner where counter-fire might be hidden, emitting a sickening "plop plop" sound as they entered the wall.

"General! There must be a venomous snake among your men! And in a very high position, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to break through the city walls and checkpoints to reach the command center!"

Song Heping's voice rang in Haftar's ears, carrying an unquestionable tone—if he had any uncertainty before, it was now completely gone.

As he spoke, he stared intently at the ghostly silhouettes flickering in the thick smoke outside the window.

“SBS knew our location perfectly, even our state in the study just now! Without an insider providing real-time coordinates and status reports down to the room level, that first damn RPG couldn’t have been so accurate and so deadly!”

Haftar was leaning against a bookshelf that had been collapsed by the explosion, wildly firing his AKMSU at a dark figure flashing past the window.

Upon hearing Song Heping's words, his face, covered in gunpowder, sweat, and the deep lines of fatigue, suddenly stiffened. A chilling sensation, as if a venomous snake's fang had pierced his heart, instantly exploded from his tailbone and shot straight to the top of his head.

The mole!

A high-ranking mole!

This thought, like a poisoned ice pick, pierced his already fragile nerves.

The recent series of battlefield defeats flashed through his mind.

The suspicious fall of those outposts, the precisely ambushed logistics convoys, the inexplicable leaks of crucial intelligence…

In the blink of an eye, all the suspicious points were linked together into a deadly poisonous thread!

"Abdul! Abdul!"

Haftar abruptly turned his head and roared at the doorway with all his remaining strength, his voice distorted by extreme anger and fear.

"Seal off the entire command post! High alert! No entry, no exit! Search! Immediately search all communications officers, guard captains, and messengers on duty tonight! Especially Colonel Jafari's men! Quickly! God above, find that bastard!"

The old general's eyes burned with a destructive will more terrifying than the flames of revenge. He knew that the fortress was collapsing from within, and if the cancer wasn't removed immediately, tonight would be the end for him and his men, even before the GNA army arrived!

"Yes, General!"

Outside the door came the voice of Major Abdul, Haftar's most trusted adjutant, a voice filled with panic yet unwavering determination, followed by the heavy footsteps of him running away.

The fighting continued, and a few minutes later, Major Abdul, the adjutant, stumbled in from outside the door.

He collapsed to the ground as soon as he entered the door.

"Abdul!"

Haftar stepped forward, grabbed his adjutant, and dragged him to a corner of the room.

He crouched down and hugged Abdul's body, but soon felt his palms were wet. When he opened his hands, they were covered in blood...

“Jaafari…has betrayed us…”

Abdul's chest was bleeding.

The location is on the left chest.

Judging from the amount of bleeding, he doesn't have much time left.

"Nearly half of the city...has defected..."

Before he could finish speaking, his head lolled to the side, and he was gone.

(End of this chapter)