Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Did the Vice President actually do it in Chapter 204?

“That’s not necessarily true,” Chen Jiang handed over another report. “This is an analysis report of the feces we found nearby.”

"The ingredients inside shouldn't be from the local diet at all, so I'm guessing these people are from Europe. Only their diet would be like this."

"OMG? The US? Didn't you just say it was Russia? Ugh, you're confusing me. Just tell me the conclusion." Kara's head was spinning.

Chen Jiang smiled, glanced at Yuan Guoxing, and only after receiving the latter's nod of approval did he dare to speak.

"I estimate that this group is probably mercenaries from Europe and America, and their team includes people from Russia and possibly the United States, but there are not many of them, and they are very elite."

He then went on to make a shocking statement: "I think there might be their spies around you."

Oh my god~
Kara's expression clearly showed surprise.

In fact, he had this feeling for a long time, otherwise his father and himself would not have been ambushed so accurately.

"What should I do?"

Seeing Kara's appearance, Chen Jiang knew he could move on to the next step. He approached Kara and whispered, "As long as the president trusts me, I will find a way to help you eliminate these hidden dangers."

After finishing his business with the president, Chen Jiang returned to the peacekeeping force camp very late, but Chu Ning was still waiting for him.

Chen Jiang felt guilty thinking about how he had been too busy with work lately and had clearly neglected his wife.

When Chen Jiang's lips landed on Chu Ning's snow-white neck, he could clearly feel her body tremble slightly.

Chu Ning still feels a lingering fear; if that RPG had been aimed at her husband's convoy today, then...
As a soldier, he cannot make unrealistic promises; he can only convey his warmth and strength in the simplest way.

Chu Ning's breathing gradually became rapid.

The simple iron bunk bed made a rhythmic, soft sound as they moved up and down, and each sway caused a slight tremor to be felt against the cement wall.

"Squeak~"

"Squeak~"

"Squeak~"

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Chu Ning tilted her long neck back, and a blush began to spread across her face.

Chen Jiang's strong arms held her tightly in his embrace, and a long-lost pleasure surged through her like a tide. Chu Ning finally couldn't help but open her mouth and bite her husband's firm shoulder, sealing the sob that was about to spill out between her lips and teeth.

When everything calmed down, Chen Jiang held his wife, who was soaked in sweat, tightly in his arms.

"It must have been hard for you to come here with me."

Chu Ning didn't answer, but buried her face even deeper into his chest.

"Promise me you'll take good care of yourself when you're out and about." In Chu Ning's world, Chen Jiang was her everything, and she couldn't let that everything fall apart.

"Don't worry, who am I? I'm a superman in the military. Anyone who can harm me is still alive."

Hearing Chen Jiang boast, Chu Ning was successfully amused by him.

"To prevent these bastards from harming people again, I plan to wipe them out all at once." Chen Jiang wasn't worried about himself, but he was worried about the people around him; these mercenary organizations had no bottom line.

"Do you have any good ideas?" Chu Ning asked casually.

“I always felt that this was the work of Vice President Benba. After all, if the president were assassinated, he would be the biggest beneficiary,” Chen Jiang said thoughtfully, staring at the ceiling.

"That's not necessarily true. You can't judge a book by its cover."

"Oh? What does that mean?" Chen Jiang asked, somewhat surprised.

"Haha, anyway, if I were to become empress, I wouldn't make it so obvious that the whole world would know it was me," Chu Ning replied with a bright smile.

Her words suddenly made Chen Jiang feel enlightened. Indeed, in this level of competition, none of them were ordinary people, so how could they make it so obvious?

The next morning, Chen Jiang, feeling refreshed, tiptoed out of bed and made breakfast for Chu Ning. Although his cooking skills were not as good as Chu Ning's, the food he made was still quite delicious and visually appealing.

After he left, Chu Ning slowly opened her eyes. She had actually been awake for a while, but she was happy to see her husband had arranged all this for her.
Seeing the sumptuous breakfast laid out on the table, I instantly felt a sense of being cared for and loved.
She is, after all, a woman, no matter how strong she appears on the outside.

After receiving guidance from Chu Ning, Chen Jiang had his own idea and came to discuss it with Yuan Guoxing.
After hearing Chen Jiang's plan, Yuan Guoxing hesitated, "Will this work?"

"Why not? Don't worry, I believe President Kara also hopes that we can help him solve the crisis once and for all," Chen Jiang said confidently.

A few days later, in a private house in Kinshasa, several European and American mercenaries were eating barbecue and drinking ice-cold beer together.

A burly man with a face full of scars spat a bone onto the ground and complained, "Damn, this roast meat doesn't seem fresh enough."

The blond, stern-looking white man next to him took a big gulp of strong liquor. "Anything that's meat is good stuff. Have you forgotten what we ate back then just to survive?"

If Chen Jiang were here, he would have noticed that the white man looked very much like Hansen, whom he had captured before. This man was Hansen's brother and had also been employed by the European 'Red Umbrella' professional mercenary company.

Compared to Hansen, he was more cruel and cunning, and of course, he valued his life more.

"Joe, let's not talk about this. Just thinking about that experience sends chills down my spine."

“Luke, you need to understand one thing: we’re here to make money. As long as the task assigned by the employer is not completed, we can’t leave. That’s the basic rule of the game in our line of work.”

"But we've already failed once. That damned President Kara didn't even get into his car, otherwise my rocket launcher would have sent him to meet his maker long ago." Clearly, the RPG launched on site was Luke's masterpiece.

Qiao Mo shook his head silently. He disliked regret the most because it was meaningless. What he needed to do now was to find another opportunity, complete the mission, and then leave this godforsaken place with the money.

Because the assassination target was the president, the price offered this time was even higher than the previous assassination attempt on the president's father, reaching $200 million. After splitting this amount with his subordinates, he would also receive a considerable sum, enough for him to return to his hometown and live comfortably for a while.

"Any news from our informant?" "No, that coward doesn't dare answer the phone at all. I really suspect that the intelligence from last time was wrong." Luke angrily blamed others for his dissatisfaction.

Kinshasa is supposed to be the capital, but the food, drinks, and entertainment are all rather ordinary. Even the women they bring here have rather unusual tastes, which really annoys Luke.

More importantly, Joe, as their leader, was quite cautious when he went out to do things. He always chose to live in remote and impoverished areas, saying it was for safety and to keep a low profile. But Luke was rather dismissive of this. In the Democratic Republic of Congo, with their skills, even if they encountered the local incompetent troops, it wouldn't be difficult for them to escape unscathed.

Joe understood Luke's thoughts, and he suggested several times that they stay in a big hotel. But Joe was well aware of a principle of mercenaries: work is work, and life is life.

Once you've earned the money, you can spend it however you want, but when you're working, safety must be your top priority.

While luxury hotels are comfortable to stay in and the girls there are of much higher quality, there are too many uncontrollable factors, so it's not worth taking the risk.

"It's better for the informant to be cautious. He needs to protect himself before he can give us information, otherwise we'll be deaf and blind."

"Ding~"

Just as he was speaking, Luke's phone received a text message.

"Great! The informant has finally sent some news." Luke glanced at his phone and immediately walked excitedly toward Joe.

Luke was in charge of contacting the informants, and they used special markings when sending text messages, which always ended with two exclamation marks.

Ensure your identity is not misused.

"How to say?"

"The informant said that at 16 PM this afternoon, Kara will be heading to the airport under the protection of the guards to welcome the French peacekeeping troops," Luke said excitedly.

Joe, however, showed no expression; he simply fell into deep thought.
After a long silence, he slowly said, "Kara has always been timid, but she's already making a public appearance again just days after being attacked? That doesn't make sense."

"Oh, what's so illogical about that? France is a major European power. Of course, they'd have to greet the peacekeeping troops they send. What's so strange about that? Do they dare offend those European countries? To put it another way, if it were our Russian country sending peacekeeping troops, would they dare not come to greet them? Let's see how we beat them up."

Joe didn't take Luke's words seriously. When would their country send peacekeeping troops? The former superpower no longer existed, and their country had never been interested in such thankless and arduous tasks as peacekeeping.

However, there is some truth to what he said: there is likely a high-ranking official among the people sent by France, and it would be quite unlikely that Carra would not go to greet them.

“Then go and call the brothers to get ready. We’re leaving right away.” Although Joe had some doubts, he had stayed in Kinshasa for a while and really wanted to leave.

"Alright, don't worry, we'll definitely complete the mission and return to Europe this time."

Luke burst into laughter.

From the presidential residence in Kinshasa to the airport, one must pass through a main street, followed by a relatively good paved road. For President Kara's safety, the Congolese army provides tight protection.

Vice President Benba ordered all his troops to be on high alert and arranged for sentries to be stationed along the route. After Kara's assassination, he went to visit her immediately and expressed his loyalty to Kara.

Although he didn't know if Kara believed him, Benba had to do it because anyone could tell that he was the prime suspect in this matter.

Therefore, the president must take all necessary precautions for his trip today.

First, after the presidential motorcade left the official residence, it entered the main street, a rare bustling street in Kinshasa, but today it was cleared out. Several high points were all controlled by Bimba's people. He went all out today, using the joint defense and control strategy to the extreme. Everyone had to be able to see each other and report that they were safe every 5 minutes.

Even with such tight security measures, it was still no match for a real mercenary assassin group.

Joe and his team timed their attack perfectly, launching a surprise attack during the enemy's shift change and successfully setting up their sniper rifles.

The M82A1 sniper rifle is extremely powerful and is used by US special forces and the armies of major Western countries.

The M82A1 semi-automatic sniper rifle employs a short-recoil principle and a semi-automatic firing mode. It uses 12.7mm ammunition from the Browning M2 heavy machine gun and has a maximum range of up to 2500 meters.

If placed close enough, it can also penetrate lightweight steel plates.

Because President Cara's vehicle is equipped with bulletproof glass and bulletproof steel plates, an assassination attempt cannot rely solely on a sniper rifle; advanced anti-tank missiles are the key.

The Javelin is a portable anti-tank missile developed by the United States. It can be used not only for shoulder-fired launch but also for launch from wheeled or amphibious vehicles, and it also has anti-helicopter capabilities.

It uses an infrared focal plane array seeker and is a new type of anti-tank missile that achieves fully automatic guidance. It has the ability to operate day and night and fire and forget, with a range of 2000 meters.

Joe really went all out this time, bringing in such a high-tech gadget directly from headquarters.

He aimed it at Kara's vehicle and then used it in conjunction with sniper rifle suppression; he didn't think the other party had any chance of escaping this time.

When President Cara's motorcade came into view, he immediately called on Luke to aim precisely at a certain point, because the informant had installed infrared trackers on the president's vehicles, so they could clearly determine which car Cara was in after leaving the house.

To ensure absolute safety, he even strictly ordered his informants to sit in the motorcade to monitor the president's every move in case he changed cars midway.

Of course, the informant would be sitting in the last entourage car to avoid being mistakenly killed.

"800 meters away!" Joe accurately judged the distance to the vehicle using the equipment. This distance was the most suitable for a sniper rifle, and an anti-tank missile would naturally be as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

After Joe gave his final instructions, the unfortunate guy who had been coerced into reporting that he was safe was no longer of any use and was sent straight to meet God.

In Joe's view, the moment they chose this high ground, everyone here was already a dead man.

"Don't worry, boss. I'll definitely hit it from this distance!" Luke replied calmly over the walkie-talkie.

"No, fire all the anti-tank missiles. Leave no one alive, not even one of the vehicles in the convoy!" Joe's ruthlessness surprised Luke, but he quickly understood why.

What if they change vehicles again? So let's wipe them all out! Anyway, they brought enough missiles, so there's no point in keeping them.

As for that informant, consider it a sacrifice for the great cause of mercenaries!

(End of this chapter)