Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 154 - 142 Watching Fire from the Other Side

The UH-1H helicopter swiveled its nose again and began to lower its altitude, it had to coordinate with the machine gunner inside the cabin.

Striking from the air to the ground was almost like a downgrade in dinsions.

It was obvious that the five guys desperately fleeing on the ground were on a path to their own death.

anwhile, sniper Rock, who had been lying in ambush at the vantage point without moving, was waiting for the right mont.

He had to wait for the helicopter's nose to point in his direction.

And the direction Wilson and his team were running was enticing the helicopter into the trap, if it fired at Wilson and the others, the cockpit windshield would be facing his direction.

The night vision was already set to thermal mode.

As the helicopter turned to pursue Wilson and the others, Rock saw two huge colorful blobs on the infrared thermal mode—the two pilots sitting behind the windshield.

Distance: 214 ters...

Wind speed: 3

Wind force: 4

Wind direction: crosswind

Bang—

Just as the helicopter's machine gunner aid and started firing at the ground, Rock fired the first bullet.

He was truly a mber of "Watcher".

This shot hit the pilot on the left precisely.

Although it was just a 7.62 caliber sniper round, it was steel-cored.

Crack—

A small hole appeared on the windshield.

The chief pilot's chest burst out a string of fresh blood.

The helicopter shook for a mont.

The copilot hurriedly took control to stabilize the aircraft.

The machine gunner inside the cabin was jolted violently, the aim was off, and the first burst of bullets missed.

Through the night vision, the bullets could be seen flying towards a distant hillside.

"There's a sniper!"

The copilot shouted, yanking the control stick to make a sharp turn.

Bang—

The second shot ca.

Crack—

Another small hole appeared on the windshield.

The copilot's head tilted to one side, his body twitching.

The helicopter now was completely out of control, wobbling in the air like a drunkard, and eventually, it crashed into the side of a mountain.

Boom—

The wreckage rolled down the hillside, with bodies and debris scattered everywhere, flas rising, and imdiately starting to burn fiercely.

A slight smile appeared on Rock's lips.

"Boss, I've taken care of the helicopter."

"Co join us right away, we have to retreat, we can't stay here any longer, we have already contacted headquarters, we have to make it out of the no-fly zone on our own, soone will et us there."

"OK, I'm on my way."

Rock quickly packed up his sniper rifle, gathered his equipnt, his movents very swift.

After he was ready, he started to run down the mountain, chasing after his team.

He had just reached the bottom of the mountain area and had only run a few steps.

Suddenly, he stopped.

"I've been careless..."

Cold sweat seeped out from under the rim of his bunny hat, dripping...

A strange feeling surged from the bottom of his heart.

Rock gave a bitter smile.

That was the sensation of a master hiding behind him.

He let go, dropping the sniper rifle.

Then he raised his hands.

"May I turn around?"

"OK. But don't do anything stupid."

The other person's voice was very low.

Heavy.

Deliberately suppressed.

Rock slowly turned his body.

Through the night vision goggles, he saw a person standing under a tree more than ten ters away from himself.

It was also a ghillie suit.

The person's face was indistinct, covered by a camouflage scarf over half the face.

Not too tall, about 1.8 ters.

Holding an AK74 assault rifle.

Rock suddenly realized, the one who had attacked the JAK Special Forces just now was none other than the person standing in front of him.

"Nice trick... FUCK! You're the one sowing discord. Who are you, exactly?"

Rock was sowhat unwilling to accept this.

He knew he was as good as dead.

But he didn't want to die without knowing who his opponent was.

"Haven't you been waiting here for all this ti? You've been waiting for two days," Song Heping said coldly, "I really dislike being hunted."

All of a sudden, Rock drew his gun.

He had a P226 pistol near the upper side of his right thigh, close to his hip.

During regular training, his quick draw to firing ti was 1 second.

Too bad his opponent was quicker.

Bang bang—

Rock's head blew open, and he fell down stiffly.

Song Heping quickly closed in, then dragged his body to the side, searched him, and found nothing special, very clean.

He found the aluminum thermite grenade, held it in his hand, looked it over for a mont, then after so thought started to work...

In the distance.

Wilson heard two gunshots.

It was the sound of an AK74 assault rifle.

They had been trained on various weapons, and they had certain mories of the sounds different firearms made when fired.

Moreover, they had heard this gunfire just ten minutes ago.

"SHIT!"

He cursed inwardly, feeling that sothing was wrong, and hurriedly called for Rock on the channel.

"Rock, do you copy?"

No answer.

He repeated the call.

"Rock, do you copy? Respond if you hear !"

Still no response.

A bad premonition welled up inside him.

"We need to go back and check!"

He felt that sothing had happened.

The rest of the team also realized that Rock had encountered trouble and hurriedly followed Wilson back the way they ca.

Before long, they found Rock.

Thirty ters away from the body, Wilson suppressed a surge of imnse grief, signaled everyone to stop, then made several tactical hand signals.

It was best to make no noise at this point if possible.

The remaining four team mbers split into two groups, circling left and right.

If that damn enemy was lurking in the shadows waiting for them, going straight toward him would just be handing him their heads on a platter.

After the two groups searched separately from each other on both sides.

Only after confirming that the area was secure did they report to Wilson, "Boss, the area's secure, that bastard's gone!"

A heavy feeling suddenly sank into Wilson's heart, like throwing punches into the air.

He would have preferred if the enemy were still nearby in ambush.

At least then, they would have had a chance for revenge.

But apparently, the enemy wasn't willing to have a direct confrontation.

Was he afraid of "Watcher"?

How can one not fear the courage to kill their own people?

What on earth is going on with this person's thinking?

Strong or weak?

Weak, he did not believe it.

To take down Rock with two shots was not sothing an ordinary person could achieve.

Even the top Special Forces wouldn't necessarily fare better.

He ran over and crouched down beside Rock's body.

The two bullets that hit Rock were both in the head.

The marksmanship was not only precise but also ruthlessly fatal; there was no intention of taking prisoners.

"FUCK!"

He wished he could find the enemy lurking in the shadows and tear them limb from limb.

Now!

Imdiately!

But he also knew this was just wishful thinking.

Now he had fallen into a passive situation.

The opponent was the one taking the initiative.

He was being watched from the shadows.

What's more terrifying was that the opponent might very well be the sa person who had disrupted Team A's operation in Blattson and kidnapped Hassan.

Since when did the Persian Special Forces beco so formidable!?

The other team mbers returned.

Except for two on guard, the rest gathered around Rock's body.

Everyone was silent.

After a while, Scott asked, "How do we deal with the body?"

Wilson knew all too well that taking the body now was too risky.

The local JAK Special Forces could arrive any mont; they had to withdraw imdiately.

Carrying a comrade's body would slow them down, and in the end, no one would escape.

"Just deal with it here," he said indifferently.

Scott wanted to turn over the body to find that Aluminum Thermite Grenade.

"Be careful!"

Wilson seed to sense sothing.

He pointed cautiously at the body.

Scott imdiately understood.

He slowly reached under the body, feeling around, and then suddenly looked up at Wilson and nodded.

"There's a trap mine!"

Wilson let out a sigh of relief.

There indeed was a trap mine device.

That enemy hidden in the darkness was truly despicable!

And extrely ruthless.

This was ant to wipe them all out in one fell swoop!

Damn it!

If only he could escape, he would never let the other party off the hook!

Wilson swore silently in his heart.

The two cooperated, one to turn the body over, the other to grip the hand grenade.

Finally, the body was turned over, and Scott also got the grenade, reinserting the safety pin.

"It's done."

Scott wiped his sweat.

Wilson also released his grip.

The body was turned over…

Those present heard a very soft scraping of tal.

Whoosh—

That sound was all too familiar!

"Hand Grenade!"

Wilson exclaid.

Several people quickly threw themselves to the side.

Their reaction was extrely fast.

The delay of a hand grenade was generally over three seconds.

They could absolutely avoid it at such a detonation speed.

Boom—

The explosion sounded.

Wilson had already taken cover behind a tree.

He heard a scream.

"Ah—"

It was Scott!

What happened!?

Scott didn't escape the explosion?!

He turned from behind the tree, and the scene before him stunned him.

Flas were everywhere.

All over the place.

The very tree he had hidden behind had also been lit in several places.

Apart from Scott, the assaulter Philip was also rolling on the ground not far away, with several points of ignition on his body.

He instantly understood.

It was an Aluminum Thermite Hand Grenade!

The trap mine device had two layers.

The first layer was the grenade under Rock's body, rely a decoy, a diversion!

The second layer was the deadly one!

It must have been tied with a thin wire, the grenade hidden soplace out of sight, maybe on a tree trunk or in the bushes.

And one end of the wire tied to so part of the body, maybe a finger, maybe the belt around the waist…

It was too vicious!

He rushed to Scott's side and swiftly pulled out his survival knife.

"Hold on!"

He tore open Scott's clothes and, gritting his teeth, cut off a large chunk of flesh from Scott's shoulder, removing the embedded aluminum thermite as well.

That was the only way to deal with this substance stuck to the body; any hesitation would see it burn through the flesh, turning bones to ash!

Far away on a hill, Song Heping put down the binoculars in his hand and quickly vanished into the jungle.

In the sky, the sound of helicopter rotors could be heard again.

The fire had completely attracted the JAK Special Forces who had just arrived nearby; they saw the explosion.

"They're there! Over there!"

It was effortless to spot, in the night, the flas caused by an explosion of an Aluminum Thermite Grenade, visible from kiloters away.

And the purpose of the trap mine device set up by Song Heping was to ensure that Wilson and his team were thoroughly stuck to the local JAK troops.

Only if they were pinned down would it give him a chance to slip away.

Everything was perfect.

Song Heping ran wildly, in the opposite direction to the "Watcher" squad's escape.

After running a distance, he found a hidden place to conceal himself.

Then he waited quietly there.

Minutes later, he heard gunfire.

"Watcher" must have engaged the JAK Special Forces.

Soon after, he heard helicopters flying over his position.

It seed the JAK Special Forces had co out in full force.

"Watcher" had shot down one of their helicopters, and these people were no doubt itching to devour Wilson and his team.

Now, with two tigers in combat, Song Heping was safe.

He continued to move towards the Persian border.

Based on his anticipation, the border patrol that had been deployed there would certainly be rushing towards this area frantically, making the border ironically the safest place at the mont.