"Damn..."
Song Heping pulled off the pin and held the hand grenade in his hand.
"I still have twenty million left to spend..."
He wasn't worried about his siblings' living expenses anymore.
The only thing Song Heping had now was regret.
A full twenty million US dollars!
This damn...
Didn't get to enjoy it, and now I'm gonna die here.
Being a mercenary...
It's really crappy.
One day you're fine, the next you could be dead.
I was thinking of expanding the "Musician" defense business.
Never thought I'd die here on the Persian Plateau.
What a pity...
If only I had a satellite phone.
Just one...
Rabbani was curled up nearby, his hand trembling as he pulled at the grenade.
Song Heping looked at him worriedly, concerned that this guy might accidentally blow himself up before the enemy even reached him.
Getting stuck with such a pig-headed teammate, truly my bad luck for eight lifetimes.
Song Heping now understood why old soldiers hated taking newbies online.
An incompetent leader can get three armies killed.
Incompetent teammates can get yourself killed...
The blind man next door in my village even said I'd flourish once I passed 26 years old.
Flourish my ass.
Now I'm probably going to ascend early, up to heaven...
Just as Song Heping was hiding behind a mound, brooding and preparing to take a few unlucky bastards with him, he suddenly heard various screams and shouts around him.
Listening closely, he heard some new gunshots mixed in with the gunfire.
It wasn't the sound of G3 automatic rifles used by the Persian border police.
It sounded more like the crisp firing of M4A1 assault rifles.
Soon, Song Heping heard the chef's voice.
It was the chef using a megaphone, shouting, "Everyone drop your guns! Otherwise, I'll kill your commander!"
The chef?!
Song Heping's eyes suddenly lit up with a glimmer of hope.
This guy actually made it in time!?
"Did you hear that, put down your guns! Surrender! If you don't want to die, drop your guns!"
"Chef! Chef!"
Song Heping shouted.
Maybe it was too far, but the chef didn't hear him at first.
Song Heping didn't dare to show his head and continued to hide behind the mound shouting, "Chef, I'm here! These guys might be corrupt cops! Be careful!"
This time the chef seemed to hear, albeit dimly.
"Nobody move! Drop your guns now, I'll count to three, and if you don't, you're dead!"
At this moment, the chef was holding a megaphone in one hand and a pistol in the other, its barrel already pressed against Lieutenant Abel's head.
The whole squad had rushed over after hearing the gunfire here.
Earlier, the chef had led his men here to rendezvous with Song Heping, and the firefight took place less than three kilometers from them.
At first, they barely heard some gunfire, followed by the sound of explosions.
How could there be gunfire and explosions here this early in the morning?
Grey Wolf immediately became alert, suggesting it might be Song Heping!
So, the whole gang rushed over.
Luckily they arrived in time, or Song Heping would have been dead by now.
"We are from the border police squad! You dare kill us here? Don't you want to leave Persia alive?!"