Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 826 - 765: Masters Meet

"Captain, there's suddenly no movent outside..."

In the hospital, a "Satan" rcenary reported the situation to Charles.

"I know."

Charles was also full of doubts at this mont.

More than ten minutes ago, the surrender broadcast outside had stopped, and even the occasional cold shots had disappeared.

He couldn't even see the people anymore.

It was as if the guys who had been besieging the hospital and attacking him had disappeared in an instant.

Now, he really wanted to send soone outside to see what was going on.

But on second thought, that Song Heping was as cunning as a fox. What if this was a trap?

After weighing the pros and cons, Charles decided to stay put and wait for reinforcents.

After all, the advantage of ti was on his side.

Colonel Hart's support troops were already on the way and were expected to arrive in forty minutes.

As long as they held out for forty minutes, they and his n would be safe.

He didn't know when it started, but Charles suddenly had an instinctive fear of Song Heping, and his tactics had completely reverted to a conservative approach, which was completely contrary to his previous style of doing things in Africa.

"Tell everyone to hold their positions. As long as we keep them out for forty minutes, these guys will definitely be surrounded by the Peacekeeping Forces!"

Charles's abacus beads almost bounced off his face. His mindset, which had been on the verge of collapse, was once again filled with confidence.

He felt he could do it again.

Standing in the shadows outside the hospital, Song Heping's gaze was as sharp as a hawk.

He scanned every corner of the distant hospital.

All the core mbers of the "Musician" company were holding their breaths, waiting for his next command.

This was the first task they had gathered for since leaving Illiguo, and everyone was incredibly excited, eager to relive that perfect coordination and exhilarating quick assault.

"Are you ready?"

Song Heping asked in a low voice on the communication channel, his tone filled with undeniable authority.

"Ready!"

Everyone responded in unison, their voices low but full of strength.

Song Heping nodded, his gaze sweeping over each one of them.

He knew the upcoming battle would be tough, but he believed in his team and his tactics.

"Ferrari, Henry, give them so appetizers."

At his command, the tear gas launchers on the two nearby UN armored vehicles fired in unison, shooting out strings of flas.

One tear gas canister after another was launched, accurately breaking the hospital windows and landing inside.

"Damn it!"

Charles slled it imdiately.

The pungent and familiar sll made him instantly recognize what had entered.

"Tear gas!"

He yelled as he covered his mouth and nose with a field scarf.

"Captain, our gas masks are all in the vehicles!"

"We should have brought them down!"

"Who would have thought we'd need it in this damned place!"

Several of his subordinates were in a frenzy on the channel.

"Everyone calm the hell down, wet your masks and use them with the field scarves, it will hold for a while!"

Charles wasn't an idiot.

He was a professionally trained special forces veteran with years of combat experience.

Knowing how to use simple protective asures to avoid tear gas attacks was basic knowledge.

He knew.

But he also knew that given the current firing density and the concentration of tear gas inside, ordinary dical masks and field scarves wouldn't hold out for long.

In a few minutes, they'd probably have to rely on themselves and their team.

"Damn you, Song Heping!"

Charles, like a trapped beast, had been cornered.

He even felt an impulse to grab his gun and charge out to have a death match with Song Heping.

But doing so was aningless. There were snipers at both the front and back doors; a subordinate had just had his head blown off by a 7.62 caliber sniper bullet after showing his face in the window for barely a second.

Song Heping surely had more than just the previous four guys – his reinforcents must have arrived, and there were at least two top-tier snipers among them.

"Damn it!"

He suddenly cursed.

He felt like he was cursing himself.

Damn it!

Outside the hospital, Song Heping looked at his watch.

"They're all used up!"

Ferrari's voice finally ca through on the channel.

He and Henry had their fill, as if they were playing a shooting ga at an amusent park, sending all the tear gas canisters from the armored vehicles into the hospital.

The hospital's three-story building looked like it was on fire, with smoke billowing from every window.

"When do we start the action?"

Standing at the front of the assault team, Jiang Feng couldn't hold back anymore.

"The first course is done, it's ti for the main dish."

"What's the rush?"

Song Heping kept his eyes on the hospital, occasionally checking his watch.

He had undergone anti-tear gas training.

In a sealed warehouse or room, the instructor would throw tear gas in.

Without any gas masks or equipnt, they had to tough it out.

Usually, sight would blur after five minutes.

Song Heping calculated that those guys inside could last at most ten minutes, given that the hospital had masks and the like to improvise.

But in such a confined space, even an elephant wouldn't last ten minutes, let alone humans.

Sure enough, problems soon arose.

Bam!

The Queen's sniper rifle was the first to fire at the back door.

"Queen, what happened?"

"Soone at the back door couldn't take it and tried to run out. I shot him in the head."

"Are you sure? Was he ard?"

"Absolutely, I saw it clearly. Ask my husband!"

"Yes, yes, my wife is right. It was a mber of the 'Satan' rcenary Group, holding a gun and wearing a tactical vest."

"Wait, when did you two get married?"

"While waiting for your orders back in Russia."

White Bear was straightforward.

"We took care of it when we got back ho."

"Alright, when this is over, I'll personally throw you a wedding."

Seeing soone unable to hold out and starting to flee indicated that the situation inside was dire.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping began issuing orders: "All teams, proceed as planned. Start the feint at the front door."

"Understood."

At the front door, the feint began.

Ferrari and Henry manned the machine guns on top of the armored vehicles, relentlessly firing at the front door.

Disaster Star, Antonov, and Nura quickly took up advantageous positions at the front door.

Disaster Star's AK-74M assault rifle was steadily placed on the cover, his sight locked onto the "Satan" rcenaries at the front door through the scope.

"Suppressing fire, now!" Disaster Star ordered in a low voice.

Instantly, dense bullets poured out like rain, catching the rcenaries off guard. They scrambled for cover.

Disaster Star's bullet hit one of the rcenaries in the shoulder, who scread and fell to the ground.

"Don't stop! Keep suppressing!"

Disaster Star commanded calmly, his finger constantly on the trigger.

Nura and Antonov provided supporting fire from the flanks, while Hunter handled sniping, controlling, and monitoring enemy movents.

Although the front door battle was a feint, their firepower was strong enough to prevent the enemy from showing themselves easily.

anwhile, the rear door was also under lockdown.

White Bear and the Queen were quietly hiding near the rear door.

White Bear's PKM light machine gun was steadily set up on the cover, while the Queen held an SVD sniper rifle, her gaze as sharp as a hawk.

"No movent at the back door yet," the Queen said to White Bear with so disappointnt, "I guess they know there's a sniper here since I killed one earlier."

"Don't worry, just stay alert. They might still try to break through from here."

White Bear replied, his finger lightly on the trigger, ready to fire at any mont.

Suddenly, the rear door opened, and a few rcenaries tried to break out through the back.

White Bear didn't hesitate, pulling the trigger. The PKM's bullets swept through like a tornado, forcing them back inside.

"Don't let them out!"

White Bear roared, his machine gun still spitting fire.

The Queen calmly aid at a rcenary running down the hospital corridor, gently squeezing the trigger. The bullet flew through the open window and hit the rcenary in the head.

The rcenary was still running, but his body collapsed mid-stride, motionless.

At the side door, the main assault had begun quietly.

Song Heping, Jiang Feng, Collins, and Klein stealthily approached the side door.

The side door was so well-hidden that even the "Satan" rcenaries didn't notice its existence.

"You know what to do. Once inside, you two go up, we'll take the first floor, then converge on the second floor," Song Heping instructed in a low voice.

"Understood!"

Jiang Feng and Klein nodded and quickly ascended the stairs.

Song Heping and Collins silently pushed open the side door and entered the first floor of the hospital.

In the lobby, a few rcenaries were covering their noses and mouths, tensely watching the front door, oblivious to the danger behind them.

Song Heping signaled, and Collins imdiately understood his intention.

The two of them quickly separated, flanking the rcenaries from both sides.

Bang—

Bang—

Two soft gunshots, and two rcenaries fell to the ground.

Song Heping's Type 56 submachine gun and Collins's M4A1 assault rifle fired almost simultaneously, bullets hitting their targets' heads with precision.

Collins moved forward to check the bodies.

Song Heping stopped him and signaled for him to hide.

The two of them slowly split, hiding in two pre-checked rooms on either side of the hallway.

Collins used tactical hand signals to ask what the next move was.

Song Heping also replied with tactical hand signals to wait.

Neither of them spoke.

They were well-coordinated.

Collins understood that Song Heping implied there was danger ahead and not to move forward.

After about ten seconds, Song Heping quietly pulled a hand grenade from his chest, removed the pin, and tossed it toward the bodies.

There were two side doors flanking the bodies, leading to two corridors with wards and offices.

People could hide in there.

If there were people inside, approaching the bodies would be like walking into a trap.

The enemy kept quiet despite losing two comrades, hiding in the dark, waiting for an opportunity.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping cursed inwardly.

"They're all old foxes."

As he tossed the grenade, he saw sothing flash in the direction of the side doors.

Then he heard the sound of sothing hitting the ground.

"Grenade!"

Without thinking, Song Heping dived behind a table at the rear of the room.

The enemy had the sa idea!

They also wanted to use a grenade to finish off their opponents!

Everyone was on the sa wavelength!

Song Heping imdiately figured out that the person hiding there had to be the leader of the "Satan" rcenaries tasked with hunting him down!