Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 102 Seizure
The Chinook slowly landed on the open space in the oil field.

The hatch opened, and GRS Group A immediately dispersed to occupy various key positions. Some snipers climbed directly to a high place and set up their guns.

Group B followed Simon and Thomas and rushed directly to the warehouse in the living area.

"Put the gun down!"

"hands up!"

The members of the "Scorpion" team were as fierce as wolves and tigers, barking at Song Heping and others like a group of mad dogs.

"Suka..."

White Bear started to swear.

"I really want to kill them!"

"Calm down!" Song Heping immediately told Bai Xiong: "Do as we agreed before. Don't give them an excuse to kill us."

After saying that, he raised his hands.

"Mr. Simon, is there some misunderstanding that led you to break into our oil field so late at night and yell at us?"

"Misunderstanding? Not a misunderstanding at all!"

Thomas came up and kicked Song Heping directly in the stomach.

This kick made Song Heping's eyes go dark and his breathing became a little difficult.

"Your Majesty!"

"What do you want to do?!"

Disaster rushed forward, grabbed Thomas with one hand, and almost lifted him up.

"Disaster Star, let go!"

Song Heping hurriedly went forward to pull the disaster star away and stood between him and Thomas.

The muzzles of several assault rifles around were all aimed at the disaster star.

Song Heping knew that this was not the time for a head-on confrontation.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Some things have to be endured.

But the feud was settled.

Thomas will have to pay for this in the future!

"Thomas, are you planning to kill someone here?" Song Heping said, "Killing someone requires a reason. We're not militants. How will you explain to the Wood Group if you kill us here? Do you think your local newspapers will put you on the headlines tomorrow?"

"Are you threatening me?!"

Thomas grinned and put the muzzle of the gun directly to Song Heping's forehead.

The cold muzzle of the gun pressed against Song Heping's warm skin.

He felt the breath of death, but his expression did not change at all.

In Song Heping's eyes, similar cruel simulation training has been tried countless times.

To specially trained people like them, death is not scary.

Especially aiming at the head.

One shot and it was over.

No pain at all.

But he knew what these people in front of him were most worried about.

"If you don't believe me, you can try it. Shoot me."

Song Heping smiled instead.

This made Thomas very angry.

"Sang, are you really not afraid of death?"

"I'm afraid." Song Heping's smile became even more cheerful: "I'm just afraid that your hands will shake and you won't be able to hit the target."

He gripped the barrel of the gun and pressed it more firmly against his forehead.

"Shoot accurately, point the muzzle downwards, that's right, just like that..."

Song Heping said to Thomas in the tone of someone teaching a new recruit, "If the bullet flies in from here, it can directly shatter my thalamus. I will lose consciousness in less than a second. My death will only take one bullet and one second. But think about how much time you will have to spend to clean up your troubles later."

Seeing Song Heping facing death so calmly, several "Scorpion" team members around him were stunned.

I've seen people who are not afraid of death, but this is the first time I've seen someone so calm and fearless.

Thomas' finger was already on the trigger.

And the pressure is slowly being applied.

The trigger moves back little by little...

Everyone present could hear the rumbling of their own heartbeats. The air froze, and the wind disappeared without a trace.

The entire oil field fell silent, as if waiting for Thomas's shot.

"That's enough, Thomas!"

Stationmaster Simon finally made the decision.

"Take them back first."

"and many more!"

Song Heping said calmly, "Stationmaster Simon, I know you're here for us, but this oil field belongs to Wood Energy Group. I think you're aware of whose interests are behind this. You can take us away, but these local employees should stay to guard the oil field. Otherwise, if you take us all away, not to mention sending more planes, if something happens here after we're gone, I think Wood Energy will ask you, the CIA, for an explanation. Don't think you can do things without bearing the consequences."

Simon's brow furrowed.

Why does this Chinese guy in front of me look so mature?

In fact, what he didn't know was that Song Heping and Ferrari had actually made countless predictions about this incident a long time ago.

Ferrari provided Song Heping with a large amount of analytical reports on the internal factions of Irigora and the CIA's interests and actions here.

Song Heping memorized all of this. Ferrari was a member of the Joint Security Council and knew a lot about internal affairs.

So he knew very well what the CIA would be afraid of.

After all, the US military's invasion of Irigaray was driven by the interests of the financial tycoons and the huge pie of military spending and reconstruction funds.

All of these are related to the Democratic and Republican parties, and involve proposals and issues in parliament.

Behind Wood is Nancy, who is the whip of the Donkey Party.

In this kind of situation, even beating a dog requires considering its owner, let alone killing the people in front of you.

Nancy will not cause trouble for the CIA and the military because of the deaths of Song Heping, who is not her relative, but she will definitely make a big fuss about this incident to attack the Elephant Party and use it as a bargaining chip to gain more benefits.

Therefore, Song Heping and Ferrari bet that Simon would not dare to deal with the "musician's" defense before he had absolute evidence.

"Well, your local employees can stay."

Simon finally gave in.

"Thomas, take all of them on the plane. Send a few people to search their rooms and their supplies, and pack them up and take them away."

After saying that, he pointed at the hunter.

"Where's your sniper rifle?"

The hunter threw his head back.

"in the room."

"Go and find it."

Simon asked a Scorpion to get a gun.

The M24 sniper rifle is the most crucial evidence.

Soon, the sniper rifle was brought in front of him.

Simon glanced at the gun, put his nose to the muzzle and sniffed.

The smell of gun oil was mixed with the smell of gunpowder.

This means that the gun has been fired in the past few days and has not been cleaned.

"Thomas."

"SIR!"

"Is this the gun?"

He handed over the hunter's M24 sniper rifle.

Thomas took it, looked at it, and nodded affirmatively: "That's right!"

After saying that, he turned his gaze to Song Heping and said, "Don't think you are smart. You picked up the shell but the bullet is still there."

Song Heping pretended to be surprised and said nothing.

Seeing Song Heping's expression suddenly change, Thomas smiled triumphantly.

"What?! Are you scared?"

Song Heping remained silent after hearing this.

Thomas was sure that he had grasped Song Heping's sore spot.

This time we will definitely throw these guys into Guantanamo and let them rot there in darkness.

"Get them on the plane! Let's retreat!"

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