Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 370 - 318: The Intelligence Broker Being Hunted

Henry was quite familiar with the terrain in this area, with two markets to the north and a museum to the south.

The direction of the market was clearly the most ideal escape route.

Although it was already night and the market was long empty, the terrain there was more complex.

When he had rented this place, he had already planned that if anything went wrong, he would run towards the market, passing through two large markets before reaching Martyr Square, and then the docks.

There was a speedboat belonging to him, always parked there paying mooring fees, and once he got on the boat and sailed into the vast night sea, no one would be able to do anything to him.

After running two or three hundred ters in the small alleys, and after turning seven or eight tis through who knows how many lanes, he finally saw Scripture Tower standing beside the market.

In Algiers, these Scripture Towers and mosques are very common.

The Scripture Towers are lit with small lights all year round and play scriptures at regular intervals to remind the faithful to pray.

Victory seed to be within sight.

Although there was still more than a kiloter to the docks.

But the few hundred ters he had sprinted earlier seed to attract no pursuit, and no one shot at him.

Soon, he erged from the chaotic buildings of the old town, and in front of him was a road about five ters wide.

Passing the road would an entering the market area.

There, too, was a network of alleys in all directions.

Just as he was about to cross the road, a glaring light from the right shone on him like a spotlight on a clown on stage.

The vehicle hadn't even stopped yet when Henry saw the person in the passenger seat sticking their hand out the window, holding an Uzi submachine gun.

As a forr British Army officer, Henry didn't have ti to think, he just raised his hand and fired several shots at the SUV.

Pop pop pop pop pop—

He didn't care about accuracy; he needed to shoot fast. If he couldn't kill the enemy, he could at least scare them.

Clearly, his strategy was successful, buying him a second or two to turn and flee.

Henry successfully retreated back into the alley, but he had to choose a new escape route.

Returning the sa way was out of the question, he had to run in a different direction.

But there was a disadvantage to running in a different direction.

The alleys here were so nurous that even he could easily get lost.

But he couldn't worry about that now.

Run first and worry later.

If he didn't run, it was a guaranteed dead end.

It was indisputable that the opposition intended to put him to death.

From the mont they struck at the house he was renting, it was bullets upon bullets, with no intention of capturing him alive.

He had no idea what had provoked these people.

For a split second, the recent intelligence he had sold to DGSE flashed through his mind, betraying a transaction for SA-9 missiles by a defense company called "Musician" in Africa.

The French would undoubtedly attempt to intercept the smuggling of such anti-air weapons into the Sahel region, and although he didn't know what the CIA's intentions were in having him deliberately leak the information, there was no doubt that he had offended the people at "Musician" Defense.

A PMC company involved in defense and arms trading was definitely not to be trifled with.

After selling the intelligence, Henry had taken extra precautions, always keeping an eye on the progress of this transaction.

The outco surprised him.

When "Man Tianxing" docked in Eritrea and was surrounded and inspected by the military, they failed to find the SA-9 missiles.

As part of the selling side of this transaction, the man nad Song Heping vanished, and no one knew his whereabouts.

This was precisely why Henry wanted to move.

Those rcenaries weren't to be trifled with, they had their own ways, and it was hard to tell if they might co knocking on his door.

Even though the CIA leaked the information to him, and he sold it to the French, neither side involved in the transaction was likely to divulge information to "Musician" Defense, but Henry still felt uneasy.

Now that trouble had arisen, he suspected it was Song Heping's n coming to settle scores with him.

Cutting off one's fortune was like killing one's parents.

Having done such a thing, it was no surprise they wanted him dead.

Pfft pfft pfft—

Before Henry could decide which way to run, a shadow suddenly darted out at the end of the alley and fired at him.

It was another pistol fitted with a silencer.

It seed to be the sa group of people.

Henry had no choice but to start running again.

In the dark night, the visibility in the alleys was low, only a bit of moonlight filtering in through the gaps between the dense buildings allowed him to vaguely see the objects ahead.

"He ran west!"

He heard a shout from the other end of the alley.

It was in English, not French.

This almost confird it.

The sounds of footsteps were coming from all around.

Henry was already drenched in sweat at this point.

The opposition had quite a number of people!

Soon, he encountered enemies again.

After a brief exchange of fire, Henry emptied the magazine in his pistol.

He had no choice but to turn and run back.

But after only a few steps, he realized more enemies were appearing behind him.

Pop pop pop—

He urgently swapped in a new magazine and began to return fire from behind a recessed corner of the wall.

"He's here!"

The enemies blocking both ends of the alley didn't seem to be in a hurry any longer.

They were summoning their comrades.

Henry's heart was ablaze with urgency.

Because the longer it dragged on, the more enemies would arrive, and he would be on a path to certain death.

But with just a small pistol in his hand, there was no way he could break through.

The alley was too narrow; to charge at either end would an getting shot.

He couldn't help but turn around to see if there was any way to retreat.

Only to discover a wall behind him, leaving him no room to retreat.

"God..."

He felt an indescribable desolation in his heart.

"Am I going to die here today?"

The sound of footsteps was especially clear in the quiet of the night, magnified by the echo in the alley.

Henry could tell that at least seven or eight people were running towards this location.

With so many opponents, Henry was completely incapable of defending himself; surrounded by low buildings, he didn't know from which position a gun might suddenly protrude and blow his head off.

The shadows at both ends of the alley wavered, their cleverness apparent as they stuck to the walls, edging closer to his position.

Bang bang—

He fired two shots towards the enemy on the right.

But he was quickly forced to retract by the suppressing fire of the enemy's Uzi submachine gun.

All he could do was crouch behind the corner of the wall, not daring to move.

Yet, the enemies kept closing in from both sides.

Bang bang bang—

Taking advantage of the enemies' distraction, Henry fired a few more bullets.

The encircling enemies quickly disappeared behind the wall, seemingly unhard.

A feeling of powerlessness surged up from the soles of his feet.

Henry looked at the empty pistol in his hand and let out a bitter smile.

He instinctively reached for a new magazine, found it, but stopped himself.

No use...

In this situation, there was no chance of saving himself or turning the tables.

Still, he took out a new magazine and inserted it into the pistol.

"Co on! If you dare, co at ! Watch not kill you! If I kill one, I've made a gain, haha!"

Even a clay statue has a third of temper.

Henry was frightened, but being pushed to the limit, he threw caution to the wind.

If he was to die, he would die.

Before dying, taking one out would an breaking even; taking another to hell would be a profit!

He decided not to shoot recklessly anymore.

Wait!

You want to kill , right?

If you can see , then I can see you. A fight to the death, a life for a life!

With these thoughts, he laughed grimly, gripped the pistol tightly, and braced himself against the wall corner, waiting for the final mont to co.

Clang clang—

Suddenly, he heard a strange noise in the darkness as if soone had thrown a tal object onto the ground.

"Hand grenade..."

A terrible thought flashed through his mind.

Boom—

Boom—

Two consecutive explosions.

But they weren't grenades.

Henry found himself in a whiteout, completely blind, hearing nothing in his ears, the world having suddenly excluded him.

His head felt like it had been whacked by sothing heavy, the world spinning around him.

Henry's knees gave way, and he collapsed to the ground.

A mont later, he regained a hint of consciousness but was still dizzy, his limbs as if severed from any brain commands, completely unresponsive.

"Heh heh—"

Henry gasped for air, his vision slowly returning.

Through the blur, he saw several shadows slowly approaching him.

Bang bang bang—

Bang bang bang—

Suddenly, a barrage of gunfire erupted.

Henry closed his eyes, sighing inwardly, "It's ti to go..."