Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 53 Thomas’ Intuition
Unfortunately, no matter how fast the bodyguard moved, he couldn't move faster than Song Heping.

bang bang——

With the sound of two gunshots, the opponent lost his support like a broken sack and collapsed directly to the ground, no longer breathing.

All bodyguards have been cleared.

Silence returned to the dirt road, except for the sound of gunfire coming from the farm.

"Could he really be beaten to death by me..."

Song Heping began to approach the vehicle cautiously.

Needless to say, the pickup truck at the end of the convoy was burned to its frame and the people inside were carbonized.

The penultimate SUV.

The car door was open, and when I glanced at it from a distance, there was no one in the back seat.

Next down is the SUV in the second position of the team.

The car door was closed tightly, and the bodyguard's body was lying next to the car.

Based on this alone, Song Heping knew that Saif was in the car and there was a high probability that he was not dead.

"Get out of the car! Or I'll shoot!"

Song Heping shouted in English into the car about ten meters away.

A few seconds passed.

There was no response from the car.

Pretending not to understand English?
Still don’t understand?
Song Heping raised his hand and fired three shots at the wheel position.

The punctured tire deflated instantly and the SUV sank.

This method works very well.

First, when a tire quickly deflates or explodes, it will produce a loud sound, causing stress to people hiding in the car.

Secondly, it can ensure that the person in the car will not be accidentally killed.

Bullets are always the most convincing.

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Sure enough, an English with a Middle Eastern accent came from the back seat of the SUV.

The voice is quite familiar.

I had heard it before when Angel was on speakerphone.

Saif.

Song Heping's hanging heart finally fell to the ground.

He's not dead.

"Come out! Put your hands up, open the car door, don't play tricks!"

After Song Heping finished speaking, after waiting for two seconds, before the door opened, he fired two more shots toward the back door near the trunk.

bang bang——

He had no intention of giving Saif a break.

Continuous pressure can make the other party unable to bear it and collapse when they are at their most vulnerable, and surrender to themselves faster.

"Don't shoot! Stop shooting! I'm coming out, I'm coming out!"

Saif wailed.

"I'm injured……"

The car door was pushed open and Saif rolled out of the car.

"Lie down and open your hands and feet for me! Let me see your hands clearly, otherwise I will kill you with one shot!"

Saif obediently complied.

Song Heping changed his pistol and went over to search the guy's body. After making sure there was no weapon, he looked at his injuries.

Fortunately, this guy's thigh was hit by two steel balls, and there were no wounds on the important parts of his body. The bodyguards on the left and right sides probably blocked a lot of steel balls for him during the explosion.

Song Heping took out Saif's waistband and tied him tightly, then tore off a piece of cloth and stuffed it into his mouth, and tied him securely.

As a result, Saif became a rice dumpling, completely unable to move.

Song Heping did not dare to delay for a moment.

Because gunfire continued to come from the direction of the farm.

Obviously the chef and the others haven't dealt with the death squads yet.

He had to rush back to support.

Looking at the cars, Song Heping had an idea. He lifted Saif from the ground, took him to the first pickup truck, threw him into the back seat like a pig, and then turned him to the driving position. Drag out the driver's body.

After sitting in the driver's seat, Song Heping discovered that the entire windshield was full of small holes. The unlucky driver's blood was spattered everywhere. Suddenly, he felt something sticky under his butt. When he touched it, it turned out to be a broken eyeball...

He had to push the thing away, find a piece of cloth and clean the glass a little before restarting the car.

Fortunately, the car can start, but the water temperature is a bit high. It is probably because the water tank was penetrated by steel balls and leaked.

It's only two kilometers, so these are not problems.

Song Heping turned the pickup truck around and quickly returned to the farm. Before arriving at the farm, Song Heping contacted the cook and the others.

"Cook, how are you doing?"

"There are too many of them! We can hardly suppress them! What's going on over there? Have you been caught?"

"Caught, alive." Song Heping quickly reported his location and trajectory: "I will drive a white pickup truck back to the farm from the north dirt road soon. Please be careful and don't shoot at me. I will drive from the north. Enter and take their retreat!”

"Okay! Hurry up! They have already rushed out of the farm!"

Song Heping didn't hesitate, stepped on the accelerator, and soon returned to the north entrance of the farm.

Everyone was attracted by the firepower from other directions. Under the command of the leader, the death squads wanted to form groups to surround the cook and the others from both sides. At this time, no one noticed Song Heping, let alone the god of death who was behind them.

Song Heping parked the car next to the farm fence, got out and jumped into the truck bed, picked up the DShK heavy machine gun and began to shoot at every suicide squad member who had his back to him.

The bullets suddenly fired from behind caught the suicide squads off guard.

There was no cover behind them, and they were completely exposed to Song Heping.

Song Heping attacked them like a shooting.

The barrel of the gun quickly became red and hot, and Song Heping's heart became hot, and his eyes were bloodshot. With the roar of the Deshka heavy machine gun, he didn't even know how many suicide squad members he had killed.

The death squads who were attacked from behind by Song Heping were all thrown into disarray.

The leader was also directly swept into two sections by Song Heping.

The offensive line built by the kamikaze soldiers who lost their command finally collapsed.

They started to run away.

He ran for his life with complete disregard, giving up all due tactical resistance.

But this escape makes no sense at all.

With the chef and Song Heping attacking from the front and back, and the Queen accurately sniping from a distance with her SVD, the entire farm soon became quiet.

"Mang! Well done! You are the bravest warrior in our team tonight!"

The cook has already begun to express his kind words.

"Stop bragging, it's too late! Come down quickly and clear the place! Otherwise we will all die here later!"

Song Heping was definitely not joking.

Because he understood that if he didn't hurry up, when Thomas' people arrived later, not one person in the mercenary group would be able to leave alive!

"Okay, I'll come down right away. Queen, just keep an eye on me while White Bear, Gray Wolf, and Samir follow me to the farm to clean up the battlefield! Hurry!"

Several people came out of their hiding places and quickly ran to the farm.

Song Heping was not in a hurry to enter the farm, but immediately took out his satellite phone and called Angel.

"Miss Angel, you can come here now."

"Now? Did you win? Did you catch Saif?"

"It's all done, come here quickly! Also, how's the thing I asked you to do going?"

"Everything has been arranged! Don't worry!"

"Okay, you come to the farm immediately, immediately, immediately! If you still want your fame, come quickly!"

"No problem! Song, you are a real man!"

Across the radio waves, Song Heping could hear the excitement in Angel's tone when a female expresses her admiration for a male.

At this time, in the Green Zone Special Operations Command Center, Colonel Brown and Thomas were standing in front of the monitor.

The picture was captured by a drone.

The whole farm was strewn with corpses.

Some buildings were burning.

The cook was clearing the place with his men.

The firefight is over.

After a long time, Colonel Brown raised his coffee cup and took a sip and said, "Thomas, is this the scapegoat you found? A very weak one..."

He raised a horn over his head with one hand.

"A weak scapegoat?"

Thomas's face didn't look good, as if he had been constipated for three days.

"I admit, I was wrong. This mourning is not simple at all."

He also picked up the paper cup and took a sip of coffee.

"But everything is coming to an end. These people... are not worth the five million. We will clear them out after the handover is completed."

Colonel Brown looked at Thomas coldly: "You are darker than our ISA."

Thomas said: "To be honest, I don't like them, and there's not much value in killing them. What we want is Saif, but..."

He reached up and touched his nose.

"I don't know why, but I have a strange intuition that makes me feel that I must kill them..."

　Please collect, read and vote for me!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)