Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 762 Shifting the blame
War buffer zone, small town of Kodok, field hospital.

This is a temporary first aid point set up by the government forces and also the closest field first aid station to the Machar Swamp.

Several white armored vehicles with UN logos on them drove up to the door, and the harsh sound of brakes was filled with anxiety.

The car door opened, Captain Charles jumped out, and shouted to the medical staff standing at the door, dazed and not knowing what was happening, "Come over here! There are wounded people here who need urgent medical treatment!"

"Who are you?"

One of the doctors noticed something.

Although these people were driving UN cars, they were dressed like mercenaries. Generally speaking, UN troops have strict dress requirements when performing tasks. They need to wear blue helmets and blue bulletproof vests.

The people in front of him were all wearing black combat uniforms and their faces were covered with field paint. They had nothing to do with the UN peacekeeping force.

"We are from the UN!"

Captain Charles shouted, "We were attacked by militants while on duty. We have several injured and need to continue treating them. Immediately concentrate your medical resources to treat our people!"

It was the first time the doctor saw such rude and impolite UN troops, and he immediately became suspicious.

"you……"

"What do you mean, you and us? Hurry up!"

Captain Charles turned his head and saw several wounded soldiers carried out of the armored vehicle lying on the ground wailing. He was immediately filled with rage. He pulled out a pistol from his waist, loaded it in a flash, and pointed it at the doctor's forehead.

"If there's any problem with my brother, believe it or not I'll break it right here, you son of a bitch!"

"Good good..."

The doctor felt the urge to urinate suddenly when the cold muzzle of the gun hit his temple.

"What are you still standing there for? Push the stretcher over here!"

He had to turn around and yell to the nurses who were watching the excitement, "Go notify the doctor on duty, and gather everyone in the emergency room."

Seeing that the doctor was very helpful, Captain Charles was slightly satisfied. He put away his gun and said, "Use your best doctor, and act quickly. If my men die here, I want you to be their dead body!"

These words made the doctor even more suspicious of the identities of the people in front of him.

But anything can happen in this place that has been ravaged by war for many years.

He didn't dare ask more questions.

Keeping your life is more important than anything else.

Captain Charles breathed a sigh of relief when he saw his men being pushed into the emergency room, and then he thought of Song Heping.

"Damn Chinese!"

Thinking that Song Heping's life was almost lost, a UN-marked helicopter suddenly appeared. Charles immediately took out his phone and began to contact his senior insiders in the UN-Soviet group.

"Colonel Hart, we have a problem here."

"What's happening?"

Colonel Hart on the other end of the phone was shocked when he heard this.

After all, all the fake UN identities held by the "Satan" mercenaries this time were his work, and mobilizing UN helicopters to provide them with fast transportation was also planned by him using his private power.

It would be fine if nothing goes wrong, but if something does, those bigwigs above will definitely make me take the blame.

So he couldn't sleep at all tonight. When the phone rang, he answered it in less than three seconds. Now that he heard that something had happened, Colonel Hart's heart was trembling.

"Our operation failed!"

Captain Charles gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Song is not dead!"

"not dead!?"

Colonel Hart sprang up from his bed.

"He ran away!? How did you do that? Wasn't it said to be a small operation? Did he see the helicopter?"

"Look at you, you coward!"

Captain Charles sneered, "He just borrowed your helicopter for rapid deployment. How could he possibly have seen that helicopter? But there's one thing you need to clarify right away. We had already surrounded Mr. Song, but suddenly an MI-8 helicopter, also from your UN squadron, appeared in the sky. The people on board used their onboard weapons to straf our men, killing several of us. The situation was out of control, so I had no choice but to order everyone to retreat. Mr. Song got away!"

He tried his best to put all the blame on the UN helicopter that suddenly appeared, without mentioning that he had also suffered a great loss at the hands of Song Heping before the helicopter appeared.

"Do you have a hired gun named Song in your UN? Why does he have air support, and it's from your Soviet Union flight squadron!"

Charles was ready to call for justice. Hart's mind was buzzing.

If Song Heping was beaten to death, then things would be easier.

Even if someone discovered that the UN helicopter was used, it could be said that it was a mission. After all, Song Heping was a KB member recognized by the UN and was on the blacklist.

But now the person has run away.

Another plane also appeared, also belonging to the UN.

Charles said that there was an insider in the Soviet Union who was supporting Song Heping...

If Charles didn't lie and there really was an accomplice, wouldn't Song Heping know everything he did in private?
Big trouble...

"and many more!"

He suddenly remembered something important.

"You said the helicopter that rescued Song Heping was an MI-8?"

"That's right!"

"This is an AU peacekeeping force helicopter!"

Colonel Hart suddenly remembered.

In this flight squadron, the AU forces deployed the MI-8, a model only they have. The others were Mi-171 and Mi-17 brought by other countries, which means that someone in the AU is helping Song Heping.

"I will investigate this matter, don't worry, but now what are you going to do next?"

"Now that we've evacuated, we've sent the injured brothers to the hospital in Kodok for treatment. I'll rush back to the Machar Swamp and reunite with the armed forces there. We'll kill them all before Song Heping crosses the border..."

"and many more!"

Hart keenly understood the meaning of Charles' words.

"You want me to arrange another flight for you?"

"That's right, otherwise I wouldn't be able to get there before Song Heping crosses the border!" Charles said hatefully, "He must die tonight..."

"You're crazy! This matter has already become a big deal, and you still want me to arrange a flight for you? Are you afraid that I haven't been exposed enough? If there is Song Heping's accomplice in the AU peacekeeping force, my situation will be extremely dangerous! I can't take any more risks for you!"

Colonel Hart now avoids people like Charles like the plague and doesn't want to have anything to do with this matter anymore.

"Colonel, are you going to draw a line?" Charles sneered. "Can you draw a line? Don't forget, you are already one of us."

"You are blackmailing me..."

"I'm not blackmailing you, it's..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Hart on this side suddenly heard gunshots on the other end of the phone.

Then Captain Charles was heard shouting, "Scatter! Scatter!"

"Hey, hey, hey?! What happened!?"

Colonel Hart hurriedly asked Charles.

But he got no response.

The gunshots continued, as if a fierce exchange of fire had broken out. Charles' voice was still there, but he had no time to pay attention to himself. Instead, he was directing the battle.

He quickly hung up the phone and sat down on the edge of the bed. His heart was beating violently and he felt a little dry in the mouth. He quickly picked up a bottle of mineral water on the table next to him, tilted his head back and gulped down half of it.

"Something happened...what should I do..."

He suddenly remembered that even if he hung up the phone it would be useless.

If something happens to Charles and his phone falls into the hands of the enemy, it means that all communication records will be exposed, including his own contact information.

What if the person who attacked Charles was Song Heping...

"It's fatal..."

He didn't dare to think further.

Because according to this line of thinking, things are just too bad.

(End of this chapter)