Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 107 Unexpected Rescue
When several suspicious persons quickly came within ten meters of the SUV.

At this time, Song Heping felt relieved.

These people are definitely not coming for me!

Because this distance was enough for them to shoot.

They didn't shoot, which means they were not the target.

Song Heping secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but another question popped up in his mind.

Since it's not directed at me, then who is it directed at?
Several suspicious people had passed the SUV and were walking towards the back of the traffic.

Song Heping looked in the rearview mirror and there seemed to be no military vehicles.

"It's not directed at us."

Song Heping made a judgment.

Samir wiped the sweat from his forehead, his face showing a feeling of surviving a disaster.

Suddenly he asked again: "Are they planning a terrorist attack?"

One sentence woke the dreamer up.

Song Heping glanced at the rearview mirror again.

Those people were still walking backwards along the traffic in the opposite direction.

Samir said, "Boss, I want to get out of the car and kill them."

Song Heping was stunned at first.

Then I understood.

People like Samir don't want to see their compatriots die innocently.

"Okay, let me do some good deeds today."

Song Heping looked around again.

After confirming that those people had no accomplices, he said to Samir, "We will get out of the car separately and move closer to them along the flow of traffic. Be careful to cover yourselves and don't let them see you. Once you get close, keep an eye on them. If they make any moves, shoot them before they do."

"Yes, boss."

Samir's voice was trembling.

Song Heping comforted him, "Don't be afraid. There are only two people on your side, just two. It's just a matter of one volley of bullets. As long as they don't find you, it won't be difficult to get the upper hand."

After saying that, he gave a look and pushed the door open to get out of the car.

After getting off the car, Song Heping moved closer to several men in long robes along the flow of traffic.

He used the vehicle to block his figure and tried his best to prevent the other party from seeing the MK18 assault rifle in his hand.

Samir is also very smart.

After all, he is a person who has received military training and has served in the ISF special forces for a period of time. He is not a complete rookie.

So, he followed suit and imitated Song Heping's actions, walking close to the flow of traffic.

The two men followed the masked men silently.

On the road, people in the cars saw Song Heping and Samir, two mercenaries holding assault rifles.

But no one knew what happened.

No one wants to meddle.

Many people rolled up their car windows in panic.

There are also many people who simply ignore it and pretend not to see it.

After the battle just started, gunfights happened here every day, and many people had already become numb to blood and guns.

After walking more than 20 meters, several masked men suddenly stopped.

One of them winked at his accomplice opposite him.

Almost at the same time, two groups of people on both sides of the road lifted up their robes, revealing AK assault rifles underneath, and suddenly raised their guns to aim at a black car in the traffic.

Just as they raised their guns, Song Heping was faster than them. He raised the MK18 assault rifle in his hand, roughly aimed, and pulled the trigger, all in one go.

The MK18 assault rifle, equipped with a silencer, made a very slight shooting sound.

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In less than 3 seconds, Song Heping fired three bursts of shots.

The first burst of shots hit the enemy closest to him on the left.

The other two reacted instantly, turned around and pointed their guns at Song Heping.

But their movements were too slow for Song Heping.

Before they could turn around completely, Song Heping's second burst of shots had already hit the second enemy.

This time the shot hit the neck and slightly below the throat.

The bullet easily penetrated the neck of the second enemy and then hit the third.

The third enemy fell to the ground before he even figured out why he was hit.

Just as Song Heping was about to use the vehicle as cover to get closer and fire some more shots, he heard chaos coming from the direction of Samir.

Da da da--

Da da da--

Da da da--

There were gunshots coming and going, and it was obvious that Samir failed to kill the other party in the first place.

The other party has reacted and fought back!
"Oops!"

Song Heping knew very well that if the other party reacted to his sneak attack, the following scene would be equivalent to a head-on fight.

This is a big taboo in combat!

He didn't care about the fallen enemies and turned towards Samir.

Sure enough, Samir did kill one person, but the other one had already reacted and turned the gun around to pin Samir down behind a truck.

Looking at the black car again, there were several bullet holes on the windshield and blood splattered on it.

This means that the enemy has successfully attacked the vehicle and fired at least one burst of fire.

Song Heping crouched down, followed the flow of traffic, and went around the enemy, firing a short burst of shots at his head.

Ta-ta-

The man's head exploded into a ball of blood, and he collapsed next to the car.

Song Heping shouted: "Samir, are you okay?!"

"Boss, I'm fine..."

Samir came out from the back of the truck and hurriedly reported to Song Heping.

"thank you boss."

"Your shooting skill is so bad!" Song Heping did not forget to scold him.

Then he turned to the men in robes who were lying on the roadside and fired two more shots at one of them who was still breathing.

Then he returned to the black car and yelled at the people in it, "It's okay! Go!"

I shouted twice, but no one responded.

Song Heping waved to Samir: "Let's go."

He didn't want to stay here any longer.

I still have to rush back to Baghdad to do some business.

Seeing this, Samir followed Song Heping and started to get into his SUV.

At this time, the traffic flow had begun to loosen up. Many cars saw the gunfight and accelerated to leave. Some people drove directly onto the sand on the side of the road.

The traffic that had been blocked before suddenly became smooth.

“Two… two…”

A fat man wearing gold-rimmed glasses suddenly emerged from the black car.

Song Heping reflexively pointed the gun at the other party.

The fat man was so scared that he fell to his knees.

"I'm not a militant. I'm from the Provisional Governing Council's Material Supply Department. I'm a good person. I... I have ID..."

His fat hands went to his pockets.

But he stopped immediately.

"My ID is in my pocket, can I get it out?"

Song Heping nodded.

The other party seemed very cautious.

You can tell just by taking out your ID.

These are all from the American Church.

Since the US military arrived, this has been standard procedure after being intercepted. Almost everyone who dared to touch someone's pocket without the US military's consent died.

The rest are all good kids.

When the fat man took out his ID, Song Heping took it and opened it to take a look.

The certificate did have the seal and stamp of the Provisional Management Committee, but Song Heping could not understand the Arabic.

He called Samir over to translate: "Samir! Come over and take a look."

Samir came over and didn't take the ID. Instead, he shook his head and said, "Boss, he's from the Material Supply Department. No need to look. I know him."

The fat man seemed to recognize Samir as well, and his eyes narrowed into slits with a smile: "Samir, oh, dear Samir! My good brother! I didn't expect it was you who saved me!"

Samir seemed unimpressed by this enthusiasm and said coldly, "It wasn't me who saved you, it was my boss who saved you. If I had known it was you, I would have let them beat you to death."

The fat man was not angry at all after hearing this, and continued to flatter him in a cheesy way: "Oh, my brother Samir, don't say that, this is Master Z's arrangement..."

Then he asked Song Heping: "Sir, can I stand up?"

Seeing this, Song Heping guessed that Samir and the fat man did know each other, but Samir didn't like the fat man.

In this case, he didn't plan to waste any more time.

"Let's go, Samir."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the SUV.

Samir followed immediately.

But the fat man chased after him happily.

When he got to Samir, he still begged shamelessly: "My dear brother, you are going back to Bakda, right? Can you take me with you? I want to go back to the Green Zone. Please, my car broke down and the driver is dead. Please don't leave me here. It's not safe here..."

As he spoke, he looked around fearfully, as if he didn't know where a gunman would jump out from and shoot him at the next second.

Song Heping was unwilling to get involved in this matter.

It was obvious that this was a personal grudge between Samir and the fat man.

"Yusuf, I have never seen anyone as shameless as you."

Samir seemed to relent.

"Boss, can we give him a ride?"

Song Heping gave this face and favor to Samir: "You can make your own decision. The steering wheel is in your hands."

When the fat man heard this, he was overjoyed. He grabbed Samir's arm with both hands, with a pleading look on his face, like a lost child.

"Get in the car!"

Samir shook off his hand, walked to the SUV, and pointed to the back seat: "You sit in the back!"

"Good good!"

The fat man opened the back door as quickly as possible. His obese body suddenly became extremely flexible and he disappeared into the back seat of the SUV in an instant. Then he slammed the door shut, as if he was afraid that Samir would regret it the next second.

Samir apologized to Song Heping, "Boss, he works in the Green Zone and is going back to the Green Zone. He won't hinder our journey."

Song Heping opened the car door and asked Samir curiously, "Who is he to you? I see you two are very familiar with each other."

Samir said with a look of disgust and helplessness: "One of my cousins ​​works in the Provisional Management Committee as a minor official. This guy..."

He shook his head and smiled bitterly.

The car was on the road again.

After walking for a while, the fat man Yusuf finally stood up from the back seat, looked outside through the car window, and after making sure it was completely safe, he breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the seat.

"I was so scared just now. My driver died in front of me... Oh my God..."

As he spoke, he looked down at the bloodstains on his clothes and rubbed his hands hard on them, as if trying to wipe off the plasma.

Samir couldn't help but taunt him: "You must have done something immoral again, right? Did you rob that family again? Or did you embezzle it?"

The fat man's face turned red.

At the end, he stammered, "Nothing..."

Seeing this, Samir couldn't help but directly disparage his cousin to Song Heping: "Boss, do you know what he does? He's a famous official in the Materials Supply Department. Haha, do you know how he gets his supplies in such a poor place like our country?"

Seeing Samir's words, Fatty Yusuf quickly defended himself, "I was just sorting, storing, and distributing the supplies allocated by the coalition forces to the Interim Governing Council! To put it bluntly, I'm just a warehouse keeper!"

Samir sneered, "That also includes helping the Americans plunder supplies, right? For example, if you see a rich person with a nice house, you'd take it for yourself, requisition it in the name of the Americans, then requisition it at a very low price and then sublet it to your American masters at a very high price, profiting from the difference. Isn't that right? If you're a lackey, then be a lackey, and you still have to glorify yourself..."

Yusuf's face turned even redder.

Perhaps feeling that Samir had publicly insulted him and tarnished his reputation, he loudly defended himself, "I was just following orders! I was attacked this time because I recently discovered a huge arsenal of weapons belonging to the Suicide Squad, and they want me dead! Samir, do you want those weapons to remain in the hands of those Suicide Squad members loyal to Shadamu? Don't you dislike Shadamu too?! Do you think it's a good thing for people like you and me for the Suicide Squad to have these weapons?!"

Yusuf spoke with confidence and Samir seemed to think there was some truth in what he said, so he kept silent.

　Third update.

　　Today is ten thousand words.

　　Asking for a monthly ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)