Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 773 Leave no one behind

"Tell me, where are the Damar people?"

In the grove, Song Heping's shoe sole stepped on the face of a rebel officer.

This guy was now crying and begging, "Please, don't kill me."

"You are not worthy of my killing. I want to kill Damar. As long as you tell me, I won't kill you."

Song Heping said this coldly, adding a little more strength to his feet.

The guy under the shoe started wailing again.

"He ran west, about 500 meters west, where the parking spot was."

The sound of helicopter propellers suddenly filled the sky.

Song Heping looked up and saw the MI-17 helicopter.

Ok……

Ferrari's $3 million was well spent. At least the plane was painted white, and if you look closely, it seems to have UN markings.

Money can make the world go round.

This old saying popped up in Song Heping's mind again.

He lifted his foot and released the face of the rebel officer lying on the ground.

The other party breathed a sigh of relief, as if he saw hope.

Song Heping turned and left, throwing a look at Jiang Feng before leaving.

Jiang Feng understood what he meant and shot the guy in the head.

bah—

The officer who was about to get up from the ground fell to the ground and lay there forever.

"You said you wouldn't kill him!"

Antonov didn't understand Song Heping's style of doing things and was very surprised why Song Heping didn't keep his word.

"I said I wouldn't kill him."

After saying that, he looked at Jiang Feng, then turned to Antonov: "I said, if the entire family of the Damar troops dies tonight, then the entire family will die, and not a single one can be spared."

Then he said to Ferrari, "Let them land, we will get on the plane and go after Damar."

"it is good."

Ferrari immediately began to contact the Egyptian military insiders on the helicopter and asked them to land immediately.

After Song Heping left, Jiang Feng came up and patted Antonov on the shoulder: "Remember, you must keep your word. If you want his whole family to die, then so be it!"

Ten minutes later, above the sky.

The sky was gradually getting brighter.

The sky began to turn pale in the east, and in the sky, the dawn could be seen appearing where the distant clouds met the ground.

It's almost dawn.

The cabin of the Mi-17 helicopter was filled with the pungent smell of aviation fuel.

Song Heping pulled open the shooting seat fixed to the bulkhead, and the brass ammunition belt coiled like a snake on the metal floor.

Through the open hatch, one could see clouds of dust rising from the western highway—four armed pickup trucks were protecting Damar's bulletproof Land Rover as it fled madly.

“Altitude 600, speed 220.”

The driver's voice mixed with the roar of the engine came.

"Winds southeast, turbulence level 3."

Song Heping pressed his cheek against the butt of the PKM, the reticle of the scope dancing in his pupils.

The reticle's field of view was filled with vehicles and skirmishers of Damar's troops.

Some people had already seen the helicopter, stopped their cars and began to flee in all directions.

This is a good idea. Vehicles are too big to be a target, so if we disperse, we might still be able to survive.

These guys are not stupid.

Just stupid.

Provoking someone you shouldn't have provoked.

Song Heping suddenly pulled the bolt, loaded the bullet, then aimed at the vehicle below and pulled the trigger.

The copper-colored body of the 7.62×54mmR bullet gleamed with a deadly golden light in the early morning sun.

"Hunter, you are responsible for pinning their car to the road."

"no problem!"

The burly Eastern European man in the rear cabin lifted the cover of the weapon slot, revealing the AGS-17 grenade launcher flashing with a cold light.

"Start diving!"

He gave orders in English to the pilots in the cockpit.

"OK! No problem!"

It feels good to get paid to do something.

The pilot raised his hand, made an OK gesture, and pushed the joystick.

The helicopter suddenly dived at a 60-degree angle, and the feeling of weightlessness made everyone's internal organs surge.

Song Heping's feet were tightly gripping the floor fixing rings, and the windshield was rustling in the airflow.

When an armed pickup truck with an antenna on the roof appeared in the scope, he aimed at the pickup truck and pulled the trigger.

"Hiss—" A three-meter-long muzzle flame blazed like the breath of hell, and shell casings rained down on the deck. The first wave of barrage tore the rear pickup truck into a honeycomb. In the fireball of the exploding fuel tank, two burning figures tumbled down the roadside, screaming.

“Turn left! Turn!”

After the plane passed by, Song Heping lost the shooting angle and immediately began to issue orders to the cockpit.

"OK, no problem! We'll do whatever you say!"

When the pilot thought about the generous reward he would get after returning this time, he became full of energy and excited as if he had been injected with chicken blood, and pushed the joystick with great force.

The fuselage suddenly tilted sideways, the MI-17 helicopter made a big circle in the air, and quickly turned its nose and rushed towards the fleeing troops.

A second wave of bullets cut diagonally into the center of the convoy.

The 7.62 caliber armor-piercing bullet pierced through the pickup truck's steel plate, cutting the rear-seat machine gunner in half, leaving his intestines hanging on the door handle and dancing in the wind.

Damar huddled in the back seat of the bulletproof car, watching the approaching death vultures in the rearview mirror.

One car after another turned into fireballs under the attack of grenades.

Suddenly, a scream came from the car radio: "Colonel! They are using incendiary weapons."

Communications ceased abruptly.

The third pickup truck was hit by an incendiary grenade fired by AGS-17. The magnesium thermite instantly melted the car body into molten iron. The four firemen screamed and jumped out of the car and rolled over, but were beaten into pieces by Song Heping's PKM's follow-up shots.

"Quick! Into the valley!"

Damar pounded frantically on the driver's seat.

The SUV swerved and rushed down the roadbed, and spider-web cracks suddenly appeared on the 20-millimeter-thick bulletproof glass - the dense bullets fired by the PKM machine gun were marking the death countdown for the trapped beast.

Song Heping peeled off his tactical gloves, which were smoking from the scorching gun barrel, and made a cutting gesture to the pilot. The Mi-17 suddenly pulled out a Cobra maneuver, hovering directly above the valley.

"Full barrage—release!

Flames spewed out of the hatches on both sides at the same time.

The steel-core bullet of the PKM on the left pierced the hood of the Land Rover, and the AGS-17 operated by the hunter on the right poured high-explosive grenades into the bottom of the car.

The bulletproof car bounced half a meter like a turtle shell hit by a huge hammer, and when it fell heavily, it had turned into a burning iron coffin.

Song Heping changed the 200-round magazine with one hand and looked at the people climbing out of the co-pilot seat. One of them was Damar, who teamed up with the "Satan" mercenary group to hunt him down.

A sneer appeared on his lips: "Want to kill me? It's a pity that you are useless."

After saying that, he gently pressed his finger on the trigger.

"Da da da!"

Three bursts of bullets shattered Damar's left knee.

"Da da da!"

Another three-shot burst.

Damar's right shoulder blade exploded.

As the butcher squirmed on the sand like a maggot, the helicopter slowly landed a few dozen meters away.

Song Heping got off the plane and soon came to Damar.

"Do you know who I am?"

"I don't know... No, I know..."

Damar shook his head, then nodded.

Although the two had never met, they knew each other.

"You are Mr. Song...Sir, can you let me go?"

"Let you go?"

Song Heping was happy.

"Who did you let go?"

After saying this, he put the crosshairs on the charred head and said in a cold voice: "Those who kill will be killed."

bah—

The bullet pierced Damar's head, ending his suffering instantly.

Song Heping stepped forward, and his combat boots crushed the charred skull with a crisp sound.

He bent down and ripped off Damar's burnt collar badge, then held it up.

"Take photos and videos." He casually threw the fragment to Jiang Feng: "Post it online and tell all the bastards with guns—"

A fishy wind suddenly blew up from the valley, and in the sky that dispersed the smoke of gunpowder, the Mi-17 painted with the UN logo was parked in the distance. The morning light shone from afar, turning the earth into a blood-red color.

Song Heping's voice, mixed with the roar of propellers, resounded across the wilderness:
"Whoever dares to mess with me again, I will kill his whole family!"

An hour later, the video and photos appeared on the underground dark web, in the mercenary section.

Everyone was watching crazily.

Everyone was stunned.

No one has ever done this.

Put yourself directly online.

Of course, no one dared to do this anymore.

Anyone who dares to do this is basically not a normal person.

From today on, the mercenary market will forever be filled with the legend of "sorrow".

(End of this chapter)