Song Heping checked his Type 56 assault rifle; the magazine was loaded.

Good.

Next, he checked his handgun.

The bullets were full too.

Hmm...

Not bad.

Before dying, he should be able to take out a few mercenaries.

Ssh, ssh, ssh—

The footsteps were getting closer...

Just as Song Heping decided to fight to the death and make the enemy pay, he suddenly heard the sharp whir of a helicopter's rotor tearing through the air above him.

"Mi-8..."

He licked his cracked lips, using the taste of blood to stimulate his nerves.

The helicopter shone white under the moonlight.

Near the rear cabin were two large "UN" letters.

"UN?"

Song Heping was momentarily stunned.

The mercenaries were also momentarily dumbfounded when they saw the helicopter.

"A Mi-8 helicopter has appeared, it's UN! Requesting identification."

"Identity unknown, it looks like it's a Peacekeeping Force helicopter from the African Union stationed here..."

The "Satan" mercenaries surrounding Song Heping quickly received a reply.

"Disperse! Disperse!"

The second group's leader suddenly sensed something was wrong.

The helicopter marked with "UN" seemed to come with bad intentions.

Almost simultaneously, from the door of the armed helicopter, a long muzzle flame burst in the night.

Tut-tut-tut-tut-tut—

Tut-tut-tut-tut—

It was the sound of a Soviet-made PK machine gun.

Bullets rained down on the ground.

The mercenaries who didn't have time to disperse had their chests blossom into sprays of blood.

"Who are they!"

The second group's leader had already rushed into the forest.

He used the canopy as cover, looking through the gaps in the leaves at the death-like helicopter circling back and forth.

UN helicopter.

How dare they directly engage in combat here?

What's going on?

Who sent it?

Being able to deploy a UN helicopter, it must be the LianSu group people, aren't they our allies?

"Captain, what do we do?!"

The leader asked while raising his HK416 assault rifle to shoot at the sky.

But it was futile.

After the Mi-8 helicopter swept past, the ground "Satan" mercenaries had already scattered.

Song Heping's crisis was instantly resolved.

"Forget it for now, kill the target first!"

Captain Charles was resolutely determined.

He thought Song Heping should not be alive, should not exist in this world.

This guy is practically the Devil.

Now is the closest chance to kill the Devil!

The second group, once twelve men, now only four remained.

The group's leader gritted his teeth and issued the command: "Kill that guy first!"

Several men spread out their formation again, ignoring the possibility of dying in a few minutes from the helicopter's machine guns, and launched an assault on Song Heping's hidden pit as fast as they could.

Song Heping raised his Type 56 assault rifle, braced the stock against his shoulder, and fired a short burst.

Bang, bang, bang—

The burst hit one of the "Satan" mercenaries, who fell headfirst into the grass, silent forever.

But Song Heping paid a price too.

Bang, bang, bang—

Two mercenaries on the other side opened fire, just as Song Heping tried to pull back into the pit, the bullets ripped off the helmet on his head.

If he had been a half-second slower, his head would be blown off.

Those guys were getting smart.

They moved fast through the forest, using tree trunks as cover, coordinating with each other to suppress Song Heping's fire from different directions.

"Damn it!"

Song Heping gritted his teeth.

He pulled off the last hand grenade from his chest.

Close-range shootouts with assault rifles could no longer kill, the best method was to pull the pin and ensure mutual destruction.

Not far away, the Mi-8 helicopter hovered at eight meters above the ground, six rappelling ropes glimmered under the moonlight.

Eastern European mercenaries in the cabin slid down the ropes like beans dropping to the ground.

Once the last mercenary was offloaded, the Mi-8 helicopter turned its nose and lunged back toward the battlefield.

As the roaring sound of the rotor blades ripping through the air got closer, Song Heping had just pulled the grenade's pin open, the helicopter had already entered the battlefield at treetop level, the PK machine gun at the cabin's edge spat half-meter long flames, 7.62 caliber tracer bullets poured down like a lava waterfall.

The boulder Charles hid behind exploded into a dense shower of sparks, he curled up into a crater and angrily shouted into his earpiece: "All units retreat to area B3! Do not engage directly!"

Behind him, three mercenaries who didn't have time to hide were torn apart by the steel rain, viscous blood drew parabolic arcs under the moonlight.

The footsteps faded away, Song Heping didn't wait for a glorious moment for half a day.

He could only tentatively throw the grenade out.

Boom—

After the explosion, Song Heping seized the precious moment of respite, supported himself with one hand, rolled out of the crater.

The Mi-8 helicopter was still hovering above the forest, the rappelling ropes swayed, the PK machine gun extending from the cabin had targeted him, Song Heping saw the bald-headed gunner—Nikola, wearing a black eye-patch on his left eye, with a double-headed eagle insignia tattooed on his right knuckles.

Twenty minutes later.

Song Heping looked at Nikola and Maria walking towards him, feeling a surge of emotion in his heart; how could this beast father such a beauty?

"You should have died in the pit."

Nikola's voice was like sandpaper scraping against steel, thick Russian accent.

Song Heping noticed the Soviet-made AK74 short-barreled assault rifle hanging from Nikola's waist, a configuration only seen in GRU Special Forces deep-sea operations.

"Song Heping, you shouldn't have gotten involved with my daughter, it hurts her."

Song Heping glanced at Maria.

He noticed Nikola tried to reach for her hand, but Maria deliberately evaded, shaking him off several times.

It seemed the father-daughter relationship was not good.

"Your daughter hired me, originally my friends and I should have entered Ethiopia long ago, it's not because of your employment contract that we got trapped here."

Nikola stared at Song Heping.

As someone who had once been in the military, and later soaked in the underworld for over twenty years ruling his domain, he had to admit the fierce aura on Song Heping was pressuring even to himself.

"Hmm..."

Nikola scratched his nose with his finger.

"I just saved you, now we're even, you can leave, I'll take my daughter."

"I'm not going with you!"

Maria suddenly burst out.

She moved aside swiftly, as if the person beside her was not her real father, but a leper—oh no, a Devil.

"Maria! I'm doing this for your own good! Do you know who this guy is? He's a KB member! He's on the UN and America's wanted list! Mossad hunts him, CIA wants him, even..."

He wanted to mention the "Satan" Mercenary Group and its backers.

But he swallowed the words back forcefully.

"Anyway, trust me, come with me, I'm your father, I won't harm you!"

Nikola gestured excitedly, he could handle anything calmly except in front of his daughter, losing composure frequently, feeling his blood pressure rise and veins about to explode.

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