Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 627 - 569: Earth-Shattering Explosion

"Old squad leader, why did you call Kelly?"

Jiang Feng was completely baffled, not understanding what Song Heping was up to with this move.

"What do you know? Just wait and see."

After saying this, Song Heping issued a notice on the channel.

"I reckon within half an hour, Lascano will start to evacuate. All squads and the remote control team, keep a close watch, don't miss the opportunity to strike."

"Roger."

"Received!"

The attack squads quickly responded.

After all this, Song Heping glanced towards the direction of the warehouse and said solemnly to Jiang Feng, "Do you believe that within half an hour, Lascano will definitely evacuate? There's at least a 90% chance."

"Are you saying that Kelly and her people will call Lascano to tip him off?"

Jiang Feng was surprised.

"Do they know each other?"

"Whether they know each other or not doesn't matter. But I'd bet that our helicopter being shot down by a Stinger Missile has sothing to do with the CIA. And for Lascano to get his hands on high-grade gear like the Stinger Missile, there must be a CIA-related figure supporting him from behind."

Jiang Feng took a sharp breath: "Are you saying the CIA wants to kill you?"

"Before, no. Now, they're probably itching for to die soon," Song Heping revealed a cold sneer, "To kick away the ladder after climbing up, that fits the CIA's style to the letter. Previously, things here in xico were a ss, both the DEA and the CIA, they couldn't handle the drug lords' collective rebellion with just their small squads, and to support the xican governnt in cracking down on drug lords... Well, the local police are ineffective, and if the US Army were to be directly involved in the narcotics strike operations, that would bring up sovereignty issues."

Song Heping thought about the Aricans' tangled love-hate relationship with the drug cris in xico and found it ludicrous.

If it was in China, drugs are to be viciously eradicated.

But here in old Arica, it's a path to fortune.

More importantly, organizations like the CIA could profit and gather wealth from it, to support their own secret operations.

As for those drug addicts, they're just the lower class, Arica doesn't care anyway. Selling drugs to these worthless cattle, they might as well die sooner, and that could also be seen as the best contribution to the capitalist society.

"So initially, Kelly wants to play the role of the black hand to settle their issues, but they don't like us, nor do they want the control of the xican drug network to fall into our hands. When this mission is about to end, they will of course want us dead."

"Holy shit! Trustless garbage!" Jiang Feng finally understood and started cursing.

Song Heping said: "Are you talking about trust with intelligence agencies? Are you out of your mind?"

He paused for a mont and then added, "Now with Sanchez dead, Rubio and Omar have bowed their heads, Shorty and the Balot Organization are under control, the only ones who could kill us are Big Leva and Lascano. Big Leva is a coward who, seeing other family heads submit, will soon wisely follow suit to curry favor. Unlike Lascano, a bare-pole commander with no turf left, he wants territory and business, and if not given, he'll stir up trouble. The issue is, giving his turf to him would lead to dissatisfaction on the other side, developing into gang warfare."

"So we want him dead, he wants to kill us to break the current alliance, while the CIA seeks to take my place. From the angle of interest analysis, the CIA and Lascano share common interests, they of course wouldn't want to see the demise of the Los Zetas Organization, and will surely pass on information through their channels to Lascano."

He pointed towards the direction of the warehouse.

"That's why I'm betting on this one. If Lascano doesn't flee before dawn, I lose, maybe there really is no connection between them and our previous ambush has nothing to do with the CIA. But if they co out, it completely confirms my previous thoughts, Kelly wants us dead."

Jiang Feng frowned and said, "If you die, the situation will beco chaotic again. How does that benefit the CIA?"

Song Heping thought of Barrett.

That was why Kelly kept him close.

Once he died, Barrett would certainly take up the mantle under the guise of avenging him, and then continue to maintain the current alliance.

At that point, with strong support from the CIA from behind, they would be able to perfectly set Barrett up as the new black hand in the xican drug circle.

Brilliant! Unquestionably brilliant!

But he did not intend to reveal Barrett's identity, nor could he tell Jiang Feng for the ti being.

The fewer who knew about this matter, the better.

Keeping this guy around was still very useful.

Right when the two had just concluded their conversation, Arthur's voice ca through the communication channel: "There's movent in the warehouse! The door seems to be opening."

Arthur had been in charge of surveillance and radio communications from a distant high-rise building.

His position allowed him to see the actions within the abandoned factory area first-hand.

Clearly, he had made a discovery.

"All squads, stay sharp, get ready to work!"

Song Heping checked his MK18 carbine with silencer, then his pistol.

"Be quick! Show no rcy, kill them all, there's no value in leaving any of them alive."

"Two trucks have co out from the warehouse, and an SUV, I see ard personnel..."

Arthur continued to provide surveillance reports.

Song Heping said, "Keep an eye on it, whether they turned left or right."

Arthur replied, "They're opening the gate... wait a mont..."

Song Heping patted Jiang Feng's shoulder: "See, I won the bet again."

Jiang Feng gave a thumbs-up without saying a word.

Five minutes passed.

Arthur shouted over the channel: "They turned left! They're heading in your direction, Principal!"

"Let's go down."

Song Heping opened the car door, slid out of the vehicle, walked with the remote controller to the street corner and crouched down, peering down the road ahead.

He switched on the remote controller and checked the power, then flicked the switch.

The indicator light turned green, all was normal.

Soon, Song Heping heard the sound of engines.

He saw an SUV leading the charge about a hundred ters away on the road, followed by two box trucks.

It was clear that both trucks were definitely filled with mbers of the Los Zetas Organization, using the trucks to transport a large number of people while keeping a low profile.

As the driver passed by the roadside bomb car, he glanced over and felt sothing was off.

This road was remote, and normally no one would park their car here.

But being eager to get on his way, he didn't beco vigilant and instead pressed on the accelerator to continue forward.

Just as the second cargo truck entered the blast range, Song Heping pressed the detonation button without hesitation.

Boom—

The bomb car parked by the roadside instantly lifted up a huge fireball, and the surrounding trees were instantly overturned and severed.

Several RPG rockets flew out, so toward the sky, others hitting the trees across the road.

So of them struck the vehicle directly.

The rockets detonated, causing a secondary explosion.

Song Heping watched as the shockwave from the explosion flipped over three vehicles, tossing the several-ton trucks several turns in the air, light as matchboxes.

The truck cabin was torn apart, and Song Heping even saw several human-shaped objects thrown from the cabin, landing with thuds in the distance.

The fireball from the explosion rolled up into the sky and then turned into a round plu of thick smoke, a sight all too familiar to Song Heping from Illiguo, often used when blowing up Abrams Tanks with such high explosive yield by the militants.

If there is a lack of skill, then make up for it with yield.

It's the principle of "brute force creating miracles."

Even hiding behind a corner a hundred ters away, Song Heping still felt the power of the shockwave sweeping over a few seconds later.

A wave of heat passed, feeling hot on his face.

"Go!"

At Song Heping's command, the soldiers of the special forces team and White Bear, who had been lying in wait, had already split into groups and started converging from different directions toward the explosion point.

Thick smoke billowed around, and the air was filled with the pungent sll of gunpowder.

As he approached, Song Heping could still sll the strong scent of blood through his special forces scarf.

Through his night-vision goggles, he saw human remains.

Suddenly, a human-shaped object appeared in front of him, hanging from a large tree tilted at a 45-degree angle.

On closer inspection, it was half a torso, dripping blood steadily...

Since Song Heping was the closest to the explosion site, he was the first to arrive on the scene.

The SUV that had been loaded with explosives had vanished, leaving behind a huge crater in its place.

Looking at the road, all three vehicles were no longer on it, but had been flipped over to the opposite grassland.

He heard almost no groaning sounds.

Song Heping realized that this might indeed have been a clean sweep.

He had told Hunter to prepare based on one hundred kilograms of TNT equivalent; who knew how much explosive power these guys had cramd into the vehicle with so many Hand Grenades, rockets and so TNT?

Anyway, judging from the scene, the word "cruel" was not enough to describe it.

But Song Heping was quite pleased.

The better the explosion effect, the easier the subsequent cleanup.

Being rciful to the enemy is cruelty to one's own people.

The more completely Lascano and his Special Soldier brothers died, the safer it was for Song's own team.

"Ugh...ugh..."

A strange groaning sound reached Song Heping's ears.

He traced the sound to the roadside, where he found a mber of Los Zetas lying in the bushes, his limbs pointing in strange and impossible directions. One look and you knew his arms were completely twisted off, his thighs deford, half of his lower jaw missing, bloody face lying in the grass, still alive, but vainly making strange noises like a dying bird.

Pop—

Song Heping raised his hand and shot him in the forehead, swiftly sending him off and ending his suffering.

"All squads, notify imdiately if you see Lascano's body or find him."

"Copy."

"Copy."

"No survivors found so far..."

Song Heping looked around; it was all his own people.

All bent down, searching the ground, looking for living enemies.

Not far away, the wreckage of the two trucks and the SUV lay on the ground.

Song Heping suddenly had an intuition and headed straight for the SUV.

He felt Lascano might be in the SUV.

Jiang Feng, coordinated with Song Heping, the two of them forming a two-person formation spread out front and back, left and right, approaching the SUV from different directions.

Sure enough, about three ters from the SUV, the two heard a faint sound coming from within the wreckage.

Song Heping moved to one side of the vehicle's front, avoiding the direction facing the car window, then gestured to Jiang Feng nearby.

Jiang Feng moved to the rear of the vehicle.

The two slowly approached...

The front row was two twisted bodies, lifeless.

The sound was coming from the back row.

Song Heping pushed up his night vision goggles and directly turned on the tactical flashlight atop his guardrail, shining it into the back seat.

The back seat was covered in blood...

A man was lying on the seat in a strange position, legs up, upper body on the floor, with a safety belt stretched across his waist...

Song Heping imdiately recognized the blood-covered, motionless man in front of him as Lascano, the man he had once let go but who had always been intent on killing himself, a forr xican Army Special Forces officer, and the leader of the most vicious organization in the xican drug trafficking circle.