Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 658 - 600 The target is not there

No one responded to Song Heping's inquiry.

This made his heart skip a beat.

So he asked again: "Who is Curtis?"

One of the US Army Special Soldiers coldly said: "He's not here."

Song Heping frowned: "You an he got blown up inside the mountain?"

"Don't know."

That US Army Special Soldier seed to deeply loathe ntioning the na "Curtis," his tone sounded unfriendly.

Song Heping couldn't be bothered to argue with him any longer and went straight to Rabbani to ask, "Where is Curtis?"

"I don't know."

Rabbani was lying on the ground, face down, his voice muffled and strange as he spoke.

Song Heping looked around, wondering if Curtis had been unintentionally killed during the firefight.

But on second thought, that didn't seem right either.

If Curtis had been here, then the three US Army soldiers would have surely pointed him out and not let the traitor live another second.

A terrifying thought crossed his mind.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping turned around and saw Willi, who had packed up his equipnt and co over, and said: "Curtis might not be here after all."

"Not here?"

Clearly, even Willi was taken aback.

"Blown up in the mountain?"

"If that were the case, Rabbani would have answered by now."

Song Heping suddenly realized what Rabbani was thinking and turned to kick him hard in the waist.

It was a spot close to the kidneys.

Song Heping's kick was vicious and forceful, causing Rabbani to squeal like a pig in a slaughterhouse.

"Speak, where is Curtis?"

While speaking, Song Heping pulled out a pistol equipped with a silencer and fired a shot into Rabbani's shoulder.

Hisss—

A burst of fla ca out of the muzzle.

"Ahhhhhh!!!"

Rabbani cried out miserably with a sobbing voice, screaming as if his heart was being torn apart.

Song Heping continued: "Rabbani, you translate. Tell him I'm serious. If he doesn't confess the truth, I'll torture him to death."

Moretti said, "Want to give it a try?"

"No ti left," Song Heping replied. "If we had ti, I wouldn't object to your tornting, but their reinforcents are on the way."

Having said that, he saw Rabbani still had no intention of fessing up to lighten the punishnt, so he raised his hand and fired another shot.

This shot hit the heel.

This ti, the bullet beca lodged in the bone, shattering the leg bone.

"You still have one good hand and one good foot, make your choice—speak, or not? Where is Curtis?"

As he spoke, he didn't delay a mont, still aiming the gun and pointing it around on Rabbani's body, as though selecting a better point of impact.

"He's not here! You maniac!"

Rabbani finally couldn't bear it anymore.

He realized that if he didn't speak up, this guy really would keep shooting holes into him until he bled to death.

"Where?" Song Heping's tone was very calm, devoid of any emotion.

Rabbani hesitated for a mont.

Pop—

The third bullet was fired by Song Heping.

This ti it was the other shoulder.

The bullet got lodged in the bone upon entry, and Song Heping was very selective in his aim.

It wouldn't hurt so much if it just passed through.

But lodged in the bone, even a slight move would cause excruciating pain.

Rabbani certainly knew the importance of Curtis.

After revealing that Curtis wasn't here, his pain had sowhat subsided, making him feel as if he had woken up again.

But then Song Heping shot him once more.

After this shot, he felt he really couldn't take it anymore…

"I'll speak... I'll speak!"

"Speak."

"He's no longer in Afghan territory; he's in Ba Country!"

Having said this, Rabbani lay on the ground looking at Song Heping. His face was twisted with pain, but there was a flicker of defiance, even pride, in his eyes.

It was as if he was saying, he's in Ba Country, dare you go there to find him!

"Where in Ba Country?"

Song Heping continued to press on.

Rabbani paused before saying, "In the mountains near Gamlu!"

"How can he be found?"

Song Heping turned his head and gestured to Willie with his hand: "Give the computer."

Willie quickly took out his military laptop and handed it to Song Heping.

Song Heping pulled up the electronic map, then said to Gabri: "Cut the straps."

Gabri did as told.

Song Heping placed the computer in front of him, opened the map: "Point out the location to , and the situation there."

"You're mad…"

Hou Saini suddenly laughed, shaking his head while laughing.

"You think you can find him there and kill him?"

Song Heping said seriously: "I just ask questions, you just answer them. Any more nonsense from you and I'll imdiately treat you to so peanuts."

Hou Saini instantly behaved.

He stretched out his finger and pointed to a spot on the electronic map.

Song Heping glanced at it; the location was indeed called Gamlu, marked as a small town in the mountains.

"Is he in the town?"

"No, he's in the mountains."

"Which mountain? How exactly do you get in?"

"Can't get in, it's all our people there."

"Show the position."

This ti, Hou Saini didn't dare utter any nonsense and pointed out the location on the enlarged electronic map.

"Is that your base? How many people?"

"More than five hundred. And just like this place, it's a cave, and everyone in the satellite villages and towns supports us. Any stranger coming in would be watched."

Hou Saini completely let go, answering any questions asked of him.

In his eyes, speaking out wasn't a concern.

If Song Heping tried to enter with a small team, it would be a suicide mission.

If he tried to coordinate with Ba Country Defense Army through the US Army and then conduct a joint operation, the news would quickly reach there.

There were insiders within Ba Country's intelligence system.

Song Heping didn't say anything, stood up and handed the computer back to Willie, turned around, and shot Hou Saini.

Hou Saini didn't even have ti to beg for rcy before losing consciousness and collapsing stiffly to the ground.

Willie glanced at the body on the ground and said: "You need to take a trip to Ba Country, and now have 32 hours to complete the mission."

Song Heping looked at Willie: "Whatever you say?"

Willie was silenced by his retort and didn't speak further.

After a mont of thought, Song Heping said: "Let's go, Alta's people will be coming. Let's leave here first before anything else."

"What about Curtis?" Willie asked.

Song Heping said: "You call for a plane first, to send my n back."

"What do you an?" Willie didn't understand.

Again Song Heping said: "Do I have to repeat myself? Do you think the 12 of us can go in there without being exposed?"

"You're planning to go alone?" Willie was shocked.

Song Heping said: "You're going with ."

"Why?" Willie was puzzled.

"If I'm going to die, I might as well take an Arican with as a cushion."

Having said that, Song Heping couldn't help but laugh himself.

With the situation reaching this point, a change of strategy was necessary.

Entering a territory in the mountains full of Alta supporters, having 12 people was actually no different from having 2.

If those 2 were strong enough, they could be more effective than 12.

"Do you agree?"

Seeing Willie silent, Song Heping asked with a taunt: "Are you afraid of dying?"

Jiang Feng spoke from the side: "Old squad leader, I'll go with you."

"You take them back to Kandahar first. The British contract needs to be carried out, and you'll be in charge of the specific training and fulfilling the contract while I'm gone," Song Heping said: "Under these circumstances, having too many people is pointless. If a real battle breaks out, the more people, the greater the losses."

Jiang Feng hesitated to speak further.

Everyone was clear about Song Heping's temperant.

A man of his word, decisive in action.

"Alright, keep in touch, and be careful yourself."

Half an hour later, a Black Hawk helicopter slowly descended onto a desolate hill at the Abba Border.

The helicopter didn't land but hovered about a ter above the ground.

Song Heping and Willie jumped down from the helicopter, waved back at everyone, then strode forward and soon disappeared into the darkness.

The helicopter began to gain altitude and quickly changed direction to leave.

By the cabin, Jiang Feng watched the direction in which Song Heping had gone and sighed heavily.

Sotis he didn't understand why soone as wealthy as Song Heping was still willing to take on such missions.

The company's business had been getting better over the past two years, and to outsiders, Song Heping seed to have made it.

But only those close to him knew that the size and inco of Musician House today were all earned through risking his life.

What a role it is, being the owner of this PMC...