Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 775: Captured without mercy
The weather in Morocco is already a bit hot in April.

But because the small town of Asilah is close to the sea, the sea breeze brings coolness, making the climate here very pleasant.

Amanda's lace nightgown fluttered from the second-floor balcony, just in front of the MI6 surveillance camera. The technician in the surveillance car stared at the two orange figures entangled on the thermal imager. The captain's suppressed laughter came through the headset: "Our former colleague is full of energy."

The Mediterranean wind, carrying a salty smell, swept through the blue and white houses, and Amanda Leclercq's lace curtains swayed gently in the twilight.

In the bedroom on the second floor, Henry Wilson, a former top analyst at the British military intelligence department and current director of the "Musician" defense intelligence department, was biting open a bottle of 2012 Bordeaux red wine with his teeth.

"Honey, how long can you stay this time?" Amanda's fingers traced the bullet marks on Henry's chest, her French accent like poison mixed with honey.

This mixed-race girl whom I met in the Casablanca Casino has the most dangerous body shape in the intelligence community - a waist-to-hip ratio of 0.7 and a bust of 102cm, enough to melt any vigilance.

Henry glanced at the satellite positioning on his watch. Song Heping should have crossed the Ethiopian border by now.

“Three days.”

His Adam's apple didn't move at all when he lied, which is the basic skill for a perfect graduate of MI6's anti-interrogation course.

In fact, he has booked a flight back to Ethiopia for six o'clock tomorrow morning.

Three hundred meters away, in a van with the "Fishing Company" logo on it, MI6 operations team leader Coleman was adjusting the focus of the thermal imager.

The orange figures on the screen were overlapping in a 69 position. He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "The target has entered the designated position. All teams report status."

"Alpha Team in place, north lane cleared."

"Bravo Group controls the high ground and has a good view."

"Team Charlie has blocked the coastline and found no anomalies."

Confirmation sounds came one after another from the headphones.

Coleman glanced at the tactical tablet. The 3D model of Amanda's apartment was rotating, with each firing point marked in red.

He remembered Ms. M's warning before leaving: "Henry is an old fox. He has participated in the training of the 'Aurora' project. Don't give him 0.5 seconds to react."

"Attention all teams—"

He looked at his watch.

"Wait for my order."

"understand!"

"understand!"

"understand!"

The teams that had already entered the assault positions responded one after another.

At 12:17 am, Henry suddenly woke up from his mistress's arms.

His pupils contracted rapidly in the darkness—the sound of waves was mixed with a metallic friction sound, like the telescopic stock of an HK416 rifle adjusting its length.

"What's wrong?" Amanda asked confusedly.

Henry didn't answer. The moment he stepped barefoot on the Persian carpet, he felt a slight vibration under his feet.

The neon sign of the cafe downstairs shouldn't be out of power at this time of day.

He pounced on the bedside table as fast as lightning, but before he could touch the Glock 19 hidden behind the vase, the entire floor-to-ceiling window exploded into thousands of pieces.

“Flashbang!”

The moment the warning was shouted, the million-candela light from the stun grenade engulfed the bedroom.

Amanda's screams were torn into pieces by the overpressure sound waves. Henry rolled towards the bathroom by muscle memory while being blinded, but crashed into a wall of people - the British emblem on the bulletproof shield glowed coldly under the night vision goggles.

A group of operatives in black combat uniforms rushed into the room from different directions including the door and the window.

The glass shattered all over the floor and the wooden door was knocked open like a piece of paper.

The effect of the stun grenades and flash bombs had not yet worn off, and Henry had no time to react before he was surrounded by the ferocious action agents.

Two strong men pushed him to the ground like a lamb, his hands were instantly handcuffed behind his back, and the Glock 19 pistol in his hand was confiscated like a useless toy.

"Long time no see, Albatross."

The voice behind the riot mask made Henry's blood freeze, that was his code name during his training in Belfast.

"You are……"

Henry turned pale as he realized who these people were.

Before he could finish his sentence, a needle was injected into his neck. His last consciousness was the crisp sound of tactical boots crushing a red wine bottle.

After one hour.

The white LED lights in the interrogation room are like the shadowless lights on an operating table.

Henry was tied to a special chair, and the nylon ties on his wrists automatically tightened by 1 mm every ten minutes.

Coleman tapped the confiscated satellite phone with a pen, and the screen suddenly lit up with an encrypted message: [Cargo has arrived at Area B3].

"Tell me about Song Heping's trip to Somalia."

Coleman poured iced mineral water over Henry's head.

"Especially the arrangement and timing of his 'private meeting' with Abdul, and what he plans to do next."

Henry spat out the blood in his mouth: "You arrested the wrong person, I'm just a clerk who gets paid."

Coleman nodded to the technician in the corner, and the projector immediately projected a photo on the wall - at the execution ground in South Sudan, the Damar warlord was kneeling in a pool of blood, and Song Heping's back was showing him giving the middle finger in front of the camera.

The next one is a screenshot of the dark web, which has been viewed over 47 times.

"Clerk?" he sneered. "Which clerk would help a madman build a global intelligence network?" He suddenly grabbed Henry's hair.

"Do you know how much the CIA and Mossad wanted for his head?"

"Of course I know."

Henry said disapprovingly, "Do you think I would sell him out for a reward?"

Coleman sneered, "We're all former colleagues, Henry. You should know our methods. Taking money is one option, perhaps the best one. If you don't choose this path, we have many other options that will make you even more uncomfortable."

"You underestimate me." Henry grinned.

Coleman pointed to the message on the satellite phone. "We cracked your satellite phone and got the information inside. I'm very interested in what this message is. Can you explain it to me?"

"what……"

Henry glanced at his satellite phone and started talking nonsense. "That's a rubber doll I ordered. You know me... I've been pretty bored in Ethiopia lately, and I don't know when Song Heping will give me an order, so I ordered a doll to comfort myself."

Coleman watched Henry's performance coldly.

Of course, he wasn't stupid enough to believe it was true.

Henry has something in his mind, he just won't say it.

"Henry, my time is precious. I'll give you one more choice. Tell me the true content of this message. What kind of goods are they, and where are they being shipped to? If you tell me, I can give you a way out based on our past friendship. I'll arrange for you to join the protection program and live a normal life from now on..."

"and many more."

Henry interrupted Coleman.

"Captain, how many people have you said this to? Are you sure that everyone who works with you lives a normal life? Remember Ali? You said the same thing to him. Hahahahaha!"

Henry laughed out loud, and Coleman's face gradually darkened in the laughter.

After more than ten seconds, he turned around and said to the agent beside him, "Serve our talented analyst well."

"No problem, leave it to us."

Two agents came up and cut the restraints on Henry's hands, then lifted him up, one on each side, and dragged him into the inner room.

"Coleman, that's all you know! I'll fuck your whole family!"

Henry's curses echoed in the basement. Coleman's eyes gradually became gloomy. He took out a cigarette, lit it, blew out a smoke ring, and then looked at his watch.

He made a bet with himself.

How long can this thing last?

1 hours?

2 hours?

Or 3 hours?

(End of this chapter)