Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 628: Mister was dishonorably discharged

Mist stepped forward and squatted in front of Song Heping. He looked him over and said, "Brother, you look badly injured."

After saying that, he reached out and tore off his tourniquet, put it around Song Heping's thigh, and tightened it.

"Fuck, be gentle!"

Song Heping grimaced at him in pain.

I wanted to ask Mist why he was here, but the pain was so severe that I forgot.

"Didn't you receive training in the special forces? You can't even bear this little pain?"

Mist teased with a grin.

Song Heping said, "I'm a pig farmer. When did I ever tell you I was trained in the special forces... Fuck! Be gentle!"

Mist added a little more strength to his hands, and Song Heping began to grin again.

"You did it on purpose." Song Heping said, "I haven't offended you."

After Mist helped Song Heping stop the bleeding, he began to use scissors to cut open the camouflage uniform on Song Heping's feet and legs, took out the hemostatic pack and started to stop the bleeding.

"You're lucky..."

He reached out and touched Song Heping's bulletproof vest, then pulled out a bullet with force.

"The body armor is good quality, and the ISA stuff is OK."

Song Heping's pain eased a little, so he asked, "Why are you here?"

"Me?" Mist was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Didn't Nicky tell you that you were helping her this time?"

"I asked her about it when we met at the airport, and she mentioned that something had happened to you." Song Heping looked at Mist, who was wearing a camouflage uniform without any military insignia, and said, "But when I wanted to ask what exactly happened, she didn't say anything and just got in the car and left."

Mist silently treated Song Heping's wounds, and finally sighed and said, "I was dishonorably discharged."

"what?!"

Song Heping was surprised and asked, "Dishonorable discharge?"

"Yeah." Mist shrugged. "It means all benefits are cancelled, and you are labeled as a wrongdoer."

Song Heping asked, "Did you shoot and kill civilians?"

Mist suddenly went berserk: "Fuck, you're the one who shot the civilians!"

After saying that, he pulled the straps hard, and Song Heping began to gasp again.

"I was made a scapegoat."

Mist cursed gruffly, "I think I was framed. They found a lot of drugs in my locker, but I don't do drugs!"

poison?

Framed?

frame?

A series of words popped up in Song Heping's mind.

"Is that why?"

He suddenly remembered his previous experience in Mexico.

"By the way, are you working for the CIA?"

"How did you know?" Mist seemed a little surprised. "By the way, I heard you're doing well in Mexico lately."

Song Heping nodded: "Yes, he also works for the CIA."

Mist said, "I now suspect that my frame-up is related to the CIA. Before the incident, I was transferred to a special operations team, and then assigned to the CIA to carry out a mission. Something went wrong, and then I was framed and transferred. After returning to the United States, I was court-martialed. The court ruled that I was seriously responsible for the operational error and violated military regulations, and I was directly discharged with dishonorable honors."

"What action?" Song Heping asked.

Mist thought about it, shook his head and said, "This matter has nothing to do with you, so don't ask too much."

Song Heping wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't.

All are adults.

Adults have choices.

If he doesn't say, don't ask.

"Then why are you in this squad?" Song Heping was very curious. "Aren't you no longer in the army? Why are you with the SEALs?"

After Mist finished bandaging the wound, he stood up, stretched, and said, "Who told you these people were seals?"

"Willy said so." Song Heping pointed to the back hall.

Willy in the back hall was now silent.

He was probably too badly injured to move, so he just waited there.

"Willy!"

Song Heping shouted towards the back hall. "I'm here! Who are you talking to?!" Willy answered.

Song Heping shouted, "We are safe. My people are here and are currently exchanging fire with those bastards outside! I met an old friend who saved me."

A moment later, Song Heping heard the crunching sound of gravel and rubble coming from the back hall.

Apparently Willy was coming this way.

Mist said, "Can you trust your partner?"

Song Heping saw that he didn't want to see Willy, so he said, "If you don't want to see me, I won't force you."

Misty pulled his field scarf over his face.

"It doesn't matter. I'm not in the military anymore, so I don't have so many restrictions."

Song Heping asked: "Mister, tell me, where do these people come from? Why are you with them?"

Mist then remembered the previous conversation and said, "Oh," "They are not part of the army, they are private soldiers."

"Private soldiers?" Song Heping was stunned: "Mercenaries?"

"Not really," Mist said. "They don't have to work as hard as you do. They have bigwigs behind them, ample funding, and advanced equipment. They're no worse than any US special forces unit."

"You said they are not Navy SEALs?" Willy appeared at the door.

He obviously heard what Mist said.

"Impossible! I saw their tattoos. Some of these guys have been in the seals."

"I've been in the Navy SEALs, but I'm not currently active duty," Mist said. "It's true that many of the SEALs who have served have been deployed overseas and have extensive combat experience, but they're not regular soldiers and belong to secret societies."

"Society?" Song Heping was even more confused: "Why is the society hunting us?"

Mist said, "The society I'm talking about isn't the kind of fraternity you're thinking of. It's a secret society formed by interest groups. As for why they're hunting you down, I don't know. My squad was only deployed here on orders, but I saw the mission briefing and discovered it was you, kid, so I just saved your life."

Song Heping said, "Will this make you lose your job?"

Mist smiled. "Do you know why I joined this action team? It's not that I'm short of a job. I could find a job back in the States, or even work at a PMC company like yours. There are plenty of people vying for it, but I want to get to the bottom of it! The failed operation I just mentioned was the origin of my frame-up, so I've been investigating it. Nikki helped me a lot and found out that the attack on my team during that operation was related to an organization called 'Satan'. But then she discovered that a lot of the information she was looking into involved Level 5 top secrets from the CIA. She had to apply for permission to see it, so she couldn't investigate further unless she quit. So she could only help me up to this point, and I had to investigate the rest on my own."

"So you joined this organization?" Song Ping asked curiously, "Do they dare to let you in?"

Mist said, "Was it difficult for Nicky to help me get a fake identity?"

Song Heping thought about it and felt that what this guy said was right, so he teased: "You fucked Nikki, right? That's why she helped you so much."

Mist said disdainfully: "That's my personal charm!"

Song Heping burst into laughter, and after a while, he put away his smile and said, "But I still have to thank you for helping me so much. I've memorized the information and I will investigate this matter. Damn, they almost killed me!"

"You have to be careful."

Mist warned, "I haven't been in there long. The organization's discipline is very strict. The operations department is made up of retired special forces soldiers who work for a living, and no one knows who the boss is. As for the Satan Organization's organizational structure, who is in charge, and who is in it, I still have no idea. I only know that there is an Elders Council in the organization that oversees its operations, and those who can serve in the Elders Council are all prominent and powerful. It is said that many of them are in the White House and on Capitol Hill."

Song Heping keenly captured the three words "Capitol Hill".

"Wait, you mean, they have people on Capitol Hill too?"

"That's right, and it wasn't just one or two," Mist said. "I also heard about this from others. I don't know if the source of information is reliable. I wanted to continue undercover and see if I could find out who was behind the Afghan operation. Unfortunately, now I've given up everything to save you."

Song Heping apologized, "I'll remember this favor. If you encounter any difficulties in the future, you can come to me. You will always have a desk in my company."

Mist sighed, "Let's talk about it later. I'll come to you if I'm really desperate."

He looked outside and said, "The shooting is starting to stop. Your people are winning."

Willy asked, "Why are you so sure?"

Mist snorted and said, "You withstood three waves of attacks. Do you know who these people are?"

He pointed to the body on the ground.

"Rangers, Delta, SEALs, they all are there."

As he said this, he laughed to himself.

"Kid, you're amazing! The organization originally thought they could kill you with just three teams, but you guys wiped out Team 1 a few days ago, so they had no choice but to send us over. We thought two teams would be enough to kill you, so we sent three teams as a safety measure. We didn't expect the whole team to be wiped out. I'm the last team left. There are only two snipers and two team leaders left. They can't hold on."

"Hel me up."

Song Heping stretched out his hand.

Mist pulled him up from the ground.

"Okay, are you coming with us or what?"

"I'd better go by myself. I can't be in the light right now." Mist said, waving his hand: "Goodbye, kid. I hope you won't be so miserable next time we meet."

After saying this, he was about to turn around and leave, but suddenly stopped, looked at Song Heping again, and said with a click of his tongue: "You kid are really lucky. You can't even die like this."

　Asking for a monthly ticket! Asking for a monthly ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)