Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 206 I am a Chinese soldier!

Chen Jiang had clearly overestimated Qiao's speed. He was in the dark sewers, surrounded by a pungent stench, and was only able to see with a small tactical flashlight. However, this was also thanks to the fact that Kinshasa's underground pipe network was not very extensive, which made it easy for him to find an exit.

When he lifted the sewer cover and crawled out, filthy and disgusting, the people around him immediately kept their distance. Because this place was not far from the city center, and the residents living around were considered "respectable people," they naturally avoided such a stinking person.

If it weren't for Joe's Western features, most people would probably think he was a poor man from a slum in the Democratic Republic of Congo.

Joe didn't want to think too much about it. He hailed a car from the roadside and sped towards the airport. When he arrived at the airport perimeter, it was already heavily guarded, so he could only find some clean clothes to change into first.

In the current situation, it's too late to infiltrate directly, and it would be too difficult.

But with a top-tier assassin like him and the Barrett sniper rifle in his bag, the chances of an assassination were still quite high. So he glanced at a water tower nearby and decided to climb up the water tower to carry out a long-range assassination.

Now that he's the only one left in the entire mercenary squad, if the assassination succeeds, the bonus will be all his, so he has to come.

In contrast to Joe's disheveled state, Chen Jiang and his group arrived at the airport in a flash. By the time he arrived, President Carra had already received a warning, but unfortunately, the French Prime Minister's special envoy had already arrived and had just begun to express his desire to invest.

This was an opportunity that the Democratic Republic of Congo could only dream of, so Kara was caught in a dilemma: whether to leave or not.

He can't possibly say that with such tight security, safety issues can't be guaranteed, can he?

Then why would anyone invest in this?
Moreover, his own bodyguard assured him that not even a fly could get within a two-kilometer radius, which reassured the president.

This made Kara feel more at ease. She had been a little worried when the other party got off the plane, since the tarmac was very open and it would be difficult to deal with if the other party launched a missile. But now he had received the French envoy and was preparing to take him away from here to his official residence.

Just then, good news came from the front: the mercenary team that had tried to assassinate him had been wiped out, which made him feel even more refreshed.

When he came here, Chen Jiang told him to take a longer route, and now that he's going home, it's even less likely that the special envoy will see the mess on the street.

Chen Jiang saw this and was anxious. He knew that the hungry wolf must be watching them from somewhere.

He couldn't really explain why he had this feeling. Maybe it was because the other person was a soldier, and the pride inherent in soldiers wouldn't allow the mission to fail. But where exactly was he?

Chen Jiang's gaze swept across the high points surrounding the airport like that of a hawk.

The rooftops of water towers, cranes, and freight warehouses can all become hiding places for snipers.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the Type 85 sniper rifle in his hand, cold sweat soaking the back of his collar.

The enemy's sniper rifle was superior in performance and had a longer range, so he estimated that the enemy must be lying in ambush at a great distance. However, what he lacked most right now was time.
"Change the presidential motorcade's route," he suddenly ordered into the walkie-talkie. "Take the alternate route, now!"

The security chief's hesitant voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Change it now? The French envoy is in the convoy too."

"Change it now, unless you want the president dead!" Chen Jiang interrupted sharply. Just then, he noticed a faint light flashing on the top of the water tower nearly 2 kilometers away—it could be a reflection from the scope, or it could be an illusion.

But his professional instincts sent chills down his spine.

Just as the presidential motorcade turned, a deafening gunshot ripped through the air.

Chen Jiang saw that the rearview mirror on the car had been shattered by the massive bullet from Barrett—President Kara had narrowly escaped death.

"Sniper! Water tower direction! Protect the president and get him into the building for cover!" Chen Jiang leaped into a military jeep and sped off towards the distant water tower.

The airport was thrown into chaos.

The guards' vehicles quickly moved forward to provide cover, while the armored vehicles fired aimlessly into the distance, having no idea where the bullets were coming from.

Chen Jiang's car was traveling at an extremely high speed, covering that short distance in an instant. His comrades' exclamations came through the walkie-talkie: "Battalion Commander! Wait for backup!"

Chen Jiang knew that the madman was definitely recalibrating his scope and firing wildly.

He ignored the walkie-talkie, jumped out of the car, and began kicking the iron door at the bottom of the water tower.

The iron gate was kicked open in no time. As Chen Jiang tried to rush forward, he suddenly felt his muscles tighten—a danger signal that he was being targeted.

In that split second of hesitation, bullets came flying down from the top of the water tower.

"Shit!" Qiao was surprised by Chen Jiang's reaction, that he was able to dodge his fatal shot.

This must be a master. Joe was already starting to regret his actions. He never expected the other party to react so quickly. He had fired several shots just now and didn't even know if he had taken down Kara. But he had to leave now.

Bounties are certainly a good thing, but you also need to be alive to enjoy them.

His only escape route was a rope that he could use to rappel down from the top of the water tower. He originally planned to kill Chen Jiang and then leave along the rope, but now things were a bit complicated.

If I linger here and get surrounded, I'm definitely doomed. There are no sewers here to help me escape.

Seeing that the other party hadn't shown themselves, he took out a grenade from his waist, counted for a few seconds, and then threw it down.

With a loud "BOOM!",
Seeing the plume of smoke rising below, Joe smiled cruelly.
Even the most formidable opponent can't dodge a grenade.

He didn't dare delay and quickly grabbed the rope beside him to prepare to go down.
Unexpectedly, the rope snapped with a "snap," which shocked him. Not only was the other party still alive, but his marksmanship was also incredibly good.

Fearful, he dared not show his face and could only cower on top of the water tower. Although he knew that hiding up there would also lead to his death, he could not think of any better way at the moment.

Chen Jiang's miraculous survival was clearly thanks to the system.

While he was still at the iron gate downstairs, he sensed grenades being thrown from upstairs, so he immediately rolled to the side and noticed that his opponent was trying to come down the rope next to him, so he simply cut the rope.

At this moment, he truly felt that his system was too awesome. In open-world battles, combined with his sharpshooter skills, he was practically invincible.

He chose to shoot the man with the rope instead of waiting for him to climb up, because he had the idea of ​​capturing him alive. After all, he really wanted to know who these desperate criminals were who dared to assassinate the president time and time again.

"Your marksmanship is truly admirable. If you spare my life, I'm willing to give you $10 as a reward!" Seeing that the other party still wouldn't show himself, Joe had no choice but to back down. After all, he had never met any soldiers in Africa who didn't love money, especially US dollars, which were the most popular item among African soldiers.

But there was no sound from downstairs, which made Qiao very anxious.
He can't afford to waste time.

"Brother, $20! How about it? That's enough for you to run off somewhere else and become the new president!" Joe cursed inwardly. How could this guy be so greedy? All his savings amounted to only $20, but he had no choice but to risk his life for this. But there was still no response.

"A million! That's all the money I have!" Joe was furious. He decided to wait for this greedy guy to show his face and then kill him.

It was a ghost, there was still no movement below. He suddenly realized, how could the natives here understand English? His previous conversation was a complete waste of time and a complete misunderstanding.

But he doesn't speak the local French.
Just as he was struggling with this decision, a perfectly fluent English voice came from downstairs: "I am a Chinese soldier!"

Upon hearing this, Qiao was immediately dumbfounded.
After fighting for so long, it turns out the soldiers below were actually Chinese soldiers?
No wonder he's so powerful and can't be bribed.

In the short time he was stunned, the reinforcements from the 7th Company had already arrived, and the main force from the Democratic Republic of Congo was not far away, with dozens of guns pointed at him. He had no way to escape.

"Surrender! You have nowhere to escape." Chen Jiang shouted from downstairs, urging them to surrender.

Joe gave a cold laugh.
"I'm a mercenary. I know exactly what will happen if I surrender. At worst, we'll fight to the death." He glanced at the ammunition beside him: a few bullets and a grenade.

"No, I don't think you need to take this desperate path. You became a mercenary for money, while we are here to complete our mission. If you are willing to surrender, we can make a deal and guarantee your safety." Now it was Chen Jiang's turn to deceive him. Just now, the other party had tried to deceive him with US dollars, but now the roles had been reversed, except that the bargaining chip had become freedom.

This world is sometimes just that amazing.

A sharp clang suddenly came from the metal railing at the top of the water tower.

When Joe looked down and saw a stun grenade rolling to his feet, it was too late.

A blinding white light, accompanied by a deafening 160-decibel explosion, burst open in the enclosed space, and Joe felt as if his skull was about to shatter.

As he stumbled toward Barrett, seven or eight fully armed Chinese peacekeepers filed in through the inspection port.

The Chinese leader pressed the barrel of his gun against his twitching temple and deftly disarmed him with his other hand.

"You...have no martial ethics!" Joe's retinas were still stained with the afterglow of the explosion, and blood seeped from his ear canals. He saw the leading officer squat down and search his backpack.

This man was Chen Jiang. Of course, he didn't believe that a mercenary assassin with such superb marksmanship would be foolish enough to talk to him about surrendering. What he wanted to do was wait for the reinforcements to arrive and then launch a surprise attack.

"Name?" Chen Jiang asked simply.

"Joe."

"Country of Citizenship."

“The United States.” Joe didn’t hide anything. He would say what he should say, but he certainly couldn’t say what he shouldn’t say. That was the rule of this industry.

"Tell me, who sent you to assassinate the president?" Chen Jiang asked patiently.

Joe scoffed, "Do you think I would answer such a stupid question?"

He Chenguang, who was standing nearby, understood English. When he heard that this bastard was so stubborn, he immediately wanted to step forward and use his "Great Memory Technique," but Chen Jiang stopped him.

He knew very well that most of these mercenaries served in special forces, and special forces had courses on resisting interrogation, so ordinary beatings and torture might not be very effective.

Moreover, they didn't have much time to delay. Once the Congolese troops arrived, this guy would definitely be taken away by them.

Chen Jiang was confident because he had just noticed something: Joe seemed to be similar to Hansen, whom he had met before, and both of them were American soldiers.

"Who is Hansen to you?"

Qiao was clearly taken aback by Chen Jiang's sudden question.
This is one of his weaknesses. His younger brother is also a mercenary, but he chose to go to Asia to make money, and then disappeared without a trace.

"You know Hansen?" Joe's eyes were somewhat fierce.

"Answer my question first. You don't have much time. If you want to know about Hansen's situation, you must cooperate with me," Chen Jiang replied calmly.

"I'm his brother. How is he?"

Hearing Qiao's answer, Chen Jiang knew what was going on.

"Do you want to come with me now, or do you want to be captured by Congolese soldiers and chopped into mincemeat?"

"What tricks are you trying to pull?" Joe's English suddenly trembled.

He had seen videos of African warlords executing prisoners, and those bodies, beheaded with machetes and set on fire with gasoline, were still the subject of his nightmares.

"I'm willing to cooperate with you!" Circumstances forced him to comply with Chen Jiang's arrangements.

Chen Jiang nodded in satisfaction, then tied Qiao's hands and led him away.
When they came downstairs, they encountered the belated security commander from the Democratic Republic of Congo. Chen Jiang felt a surge of disdain. With such a slow reaction, if they had waited for the commander to arrest them, the person would have already fled back to their country.

But he didn't say anything; the respect that was due still had to be given.

"You've captured him? Please hand him over to us." The other party was very impolite, after all, this white man had made them lose face and suffered heavy losses.

They must teach this escaped assassin a lesson and give him the cruelest possible death.

"No, we can't give it to you now. We've caught the person, so we have to interrogate him ourselves." Chen Jiang's attitude was very firm.

"Isn't this inappropriate? He is a key suspect in the assassination of our president, and we have every reason to interrogate him."

He Chenguang was displeased after hearing this, "We arrested the person. If you want to interrogate someone, you can arrest them yourself."

He Chenguang's words made the other party's face turn pale and then black. He was indeed finding it difficult to answer, as his troops' combat effectiveness and reaction speed were indeed inferior to the Chinese soldiers in front of him.

"How about we interrogate him together?" Chen Jiang suddenly relented. "After all, our peacekeeping force came to the DRC to help you."

(End of this chapter)