Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 782 - 722: Bloodshed in the Fishing Village (2)

Abdul stood on a five-ter-high rock protruding from the seaside, the green world in his night vision goggles was boiling.

He watched his warriors cut into the plaza from three directions, slicing the throats of the drunken militian before they could even touch their guns.

He was very familiar with this place.

There was a ti when Nura had sold him arms.

He knew the military condition of this fishing village.

Most of the woman's two hundred subordinates were still using old-style rifles and submachine guns from World War II, with less than 20% of them using Soviet AK-series weapons from the 60s and 70s, while he had just received a full Arican equipnt set from Mossad yesterday, which was on a completely different level from these scattered soldiers.

In the past, Abdul never dared to dream of today.

His ard forces actually reached world-class equipnt levels.

Mossad really does things efficiently, besides a large sum of US Dollar cash, they also gifted so much equipnt.

Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure in the distance—a woman with brown hair, dressed in a black robe with a covered face.

"Give the sniper rifle!"

He instantly beca interested.

This was one of the targets Mossad wanted dead.

Personally killing her would be very satisfying.

His subordinate imdiately handed him an SR99 sniper rifle.

SR-99 was designed and made by the Daishe Bird military industrial company (IMI), using NATO standard calibers, 7.62X51 standard sniper bullets, with an effective range of up to 800 ters.

Lying on the rock, Abdul lowered his eyes to the sight and found Nura in the view of the scope, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.

The distance was 600 ters, within the shooting range, it should be fine.

Although he was not familiar with operating this gun, luckily it was semi-automatic, if one shot missed, he could just shoot another one, and it would definitely hit.

"Sorry, little beauty."

But when the crosshair aid at the red-haired woman, an accident flashed through like lightning in the night sky.

Bang—

The scope shattered into pieces.

The warhead deviated, piercing his shoulder.

"Shit!"

Abdul scread and rolled aside, falling off the five-ter-high rock, and crashed heavily onto the beach.

There's a sniper firing back!

"Mossad bastards didn't ntion any professional soldiers!"

He cursed harshly, feeling pain all over his body. Looking down at his shoulder, the warhead from an unknown direction had ripped off a large chunk of flesh, causing him to grimace in pain.

From what he knew about Nura's smuggling force, they definitely did not have the capability to hit him from 600 ters, nor did they possess such weapons.

Abdul suddenly realized.

There definitely were professional soldiers here.

Maybe it's that target from China.

But Mossad didn't give any background information on this person, only said he was a target, a Chinese man, an arms dealer.

Arms dealer?

Hah!

To hell with an arms dealer!

What arms dealer can hit him from 600 ters with an ordinary gun on a rock?

Isn't that nonsense?

An absolute top-tier marksman!

Looks like the reward and these weapons are not easy to obtain, Mossad's money is definitely not easy to earn!

Abdul felt deceived.

He cursed, and Song Heping was also cursing.

That shot was fired by him, using the stolen M4A1 assault rifle.

If it had been an M16, Song Heping believed he could have hit that guy.

He just calculated the distance earlier, it's a little over 500 ters, almost 600 ters between them.

But using an M4A1 with a night vision scope could only rely on intuition, this gun's range reason ans he can't guarantee the bullet's trajectory, beyond 400 ters it gets very erratic; Song Heping knew that clearly from previous use.

But in ergency situations, he had to just try his luck.

He recognized that the guy lying on the rock was the leader of the attackers.

Capturing the king first in tackling the enemy.

Such ard organizations have very loose morale, as long as the leader is killed, the whole offensive would likely fall into chaos.

Unexpectedly, relying on the sense of the gun actually managed to hit Abdul.

Unfortunately, the blow smashed the enemy's scope, altering the bullet's path, failing to kill him.

This made Song Heping curse at the heavens, unlucky day.

The village was filled with gunshots and the screams of won and children.

One shot failed to kill Abdul, he was already hiding.

Song Heping staying in this position was aningless, he began quickly moving toward the center of the village.

As he ca from the toilet by the seashore, and the Buntland ard n had already infiltrated the village, Song Heping slipped around behind them.

Enemies kept appearing with their backs to him.

Song Heping hesitated not for a mont, cleanly and efficiently firing single shots from behind, sending them to hell.

Until he killed his way next to one of the mud huts, soone leaped out from inside, both guns pointed at each other.

"Jiang Feng!"

"Old Squad Leader!"

Luckily they recognized each other before pulling the trigger.

"What's the situation in the village?"

"I don't know, I killed seven or eight myself, grabbed a gun, but attackers are everywhere. I killed a few then got forced into this house, too many of them!"

"About how many people?"

"No idea! Everywhere, maybe over two hundred."

"What about Antonov and Sara?!"

"Don't know, all chaotic! Many people dead."

Jiang Feng looked around and Song Heping saw it too, mud hut surroundings littered with villagers' bodies, including won and children.

Even the children were not spared, igniting the anger in Song Heping's heart.

He knew this disaster was surely related to Mossad, targeted at him.

This gave him a great sense of guilt.

"Don't rush into the village. If there are too many of them, we're easily surrounded..."

Song Heping imdiately made a decision.

"Follow !"

"Where to?"

"Directly to kill their head! I know where this guy is hiding. Better to kill the leader than to fight minions here."

Without another word, Song Heping turned and ran toward the village exit.

This was a correct choice.

The village was filled with attackers, most in groups of seven or eight.

These n received orders to massacre.

To kill all walking, breathing villagers.

So fighting here might kill ten or eight, but it would be pointless.

Ti was precious.

With just the two of them, they couldn't control such a large situation.

Leave Nura to lead her ard n in effective resistance, while he and Jiang Feng ford a two-person tactical team for a surprise attack on the leader.

If they kill the leader, these n would lose command and scatter like ants without a queen, then it would be more effective to organize a counterattack.

The longer the delay, the more villagers would die.

The two ran quickly in the opposite direction toward the seashore.

"Their leader's on the shore?"

"Exactly! These n ca from the sea, no idea who they are, if there are any survivors later, they must be interrogated."

Abdul climbed up with the help of several minions, that shot had sent chills down his spine.

Although it seed his n had an advantage, doubts filled his heart, retreat thoughts rose like wild grass growing wildly.

That shot was scarily accurate.

Looking around, none of the places seed safe.

"You all spread out quickly, set up a defensive line around, I feel that guy will co to kill !"

Fear of death is human nature.

Even the ruthless leader of an ard pirate organization was not an exception.

Currently, Abdul had only about twenty n with him.

The others all entered the village.

These twenty n made him feel insecure.

After the minions spread out, he stayed behind the rock, thought for a while, and looked toward the village.

"Damn, best to leave!"

He made the smartest decision of his life.

"Kundi, you command here, I'll go to the boat to find so hemostatic dicine."

For face-saving, Abdul found a justified excuse.

"Order them to attack fully, kill all survivors, I'll be back soon!"

"Okay, boss!"

Foolish Kundi didn't realize he was just played by his boss, sent onto the chopping board.

"Do a good job, once this is done, I'll give you twenty thousand US Dollars when we get back!"

Twenty thousand US Dollars was already a very generous reward here in Africa.

Kundi smiled jubilantly, nodding repeatedly: "Don't worry! Boss, go apply dicine, when you return I'll surely settle them!"

"Then it's up to you!"

There was a crafty glint in Abdul's eyes as he heavily patted his loyal yet foolish subordinate on the shoulder.

The boat was safer, and he could escape quickly if needed.

These subordinates were expendable; in Africa, as long as there's money, he can quickly recruit a bunch of idlers and desperados.