Chapter 713 - 654: The Massacre of the Village

Southwest of Illiguo, Imu Village.

When the convoy arrived, from hundreds of meters away, Song Heping seated on a pickup truck, could smell the blood scent carried by the wind.

Human blood actually has a very strong fishy smell.

"Something happened..."

He reminded Samir, who was seated beside him.

"There's no sound of gunfire, but I can smell blood, the fight must be over. Don't enter the village directly, stop outside, send someone to scout."

The convoy found a forest near Imu Village to stop, everyone got off, and Song Heping said to Hunter and Disaster Star: "You two go take a look, be careful."

"Okay, leave it to us."

After Hunter spoke, he quickly left the convoy with Disaster Star, running towards the direction of the village.

Soon, Hunter's report came through the earpiece.

"Boss, you should come and see..."

"What's wrong?"

"You'd better come and see for yourself."

Hunter's voice sounded a bit strange.

Song Heping asked no further questions.

That something had happened was certain.

"Let's go, let's have a look."

Song Heping said to Samir: "It should be safe ahead, but something might have happened."

Samir said: "I've called here on the radio but got no response, the communication was cut off forty minutes ago..."

Song Heping asked: "How many people have you deployed here?"

Samir replied: "About a battalion's strength, they are responsible for this area's base, there are many tribes and villages here that support us."

The closer to the village, the more intense the smell of blood.

Song Heping couldn't help but wrinkle his nose.

What kind of blood volume would form such a strong fishy smell?

He had a very bad feeling.

Everyone split up, spread out into a search formation, deployed sentries, and started to enter the village.

"This way!"

Hunter suddenly appeared, waving at Song Heping.

The others hurried to follow.

Just entering the village, within their field of vision, they saw several bodies lying next to houses, in all kinds of haphazard positions.

Upon closer inspection, Song Heping realized that only a few were armed individuals, most were women and elderly.

There were even a few children.

A massacre?

A thought surged in his heart.

But he dared not say it.

Samir was by his side, hastily concluding would be a severe shock to him.

But Song Heping had already guessed a bit in his heart.

Song Heping had never encountered the organization I5I5 before.

The term extreme organization was not unfamiliar.

Even when serving in the domestic Special Forces, Song Heping had come into contact with them.

So-called extremism, not only in thought but also in action.

It is common for extreme organizations to commit actions that are inconceivable to ordinary people.

Because these guys are all bona fide lunatics.

Samir's complexion became uglier and uglier.

Walking side by side with Song Heping, he could hear his own breathing getting heavier and heavier.

More and more bodies appeared.

Everywhere.

The entire village was eerily quiet, that kind of deathly silence.

Upon reaching the open ground plaza that most villages have, the scene in front of them still stunned Song Heping who had mentally prepared himself.

Disaster Star, holding a light machine gun, stood off to the side, where no one dared to approach.

Seeing Song Heping and his group arrive, Disaster Star shook his head and turned to leave.

As he passed Song Heping, Disaster Star whispered: "Only beasts could do something like this."

Looking around, the bodies piled up across the entire open ground.

Yes, piled up.

Bodies were piled up, no longer resembling humans but more like rubbish carelessly thrown away and heaped together.

And the sheer number of bodies made even the well-versed Song Heping feel a chill to his bone.

Approaching the small hills of corpses, Song Heping was met with a pungent stench of blood that penetrated his camouflage scarf and invaded his nostrils, traveling up into his brain and involuntarily making him shiver.

Dozens of bodies stacked up into a mountain of flesh.

And all were headless.

This reminded Song Heping of a scene he had previously seen in the village where Latif lived.

The members of the I5I5 Organization seemed to have a particular fondness for decapitation, a twisted act.

Perhaps it was a taboo prescribed by their doctrine, with decapitation holding some special significance.

The other side of the headless corpse pile was littered with bodies lying in disarray, strewn about haphazardly.

Song Heping stepped forward for a closer look.

This cluster of bodies was the largest, easily numbering in the hundreds.

He crouched down to check and found that all these people had been shot to death.

In an instant, he understood.

Decapitation was reserved for tens of people; the rest had been gunned down not out of any mercy from the I5I5 members, but because they were in a hurry.

Perhaps news from Lavo Town had reached them, they knew Samir's reinforcements would soon arrive, and in their haste, they herded people together and mowed them down with machine guns.

The previously beheaded were piled up together.

Song Heping believed that if these psychopaths had had enough time, they would have decapitated every single person.

Seeing some children among the bodies, Song Heping felt his chest begin to burn.

He had been a mercenary for several years now.

He had seen cruelty.

But never cruelty like this.

If the CIA was secretly supporting and condoning the I5I5 Organization, then they were far more shameful and despicable than the I5I5 members themselves.

"Ah—"

Suddenly, Samir knelt on the ground and began to cry out loud.

The abrupt crying took Song Heping by surprise.

He wanted to help Samir to his feet, but after thinking, he decided not to.

People always need an outlet for their emotions.

Otherwise, they might go insane.

Crying is the best way to vent.

Samir's People's Power Organization had suffered heavy losses tonight.

What may have shattered him more was the involvement of this village's people.

Yet, Song Heping felt even worse.

Tonight's events were not just targeted at Samir, they were likely aimed at himself to a great extent.

The accuracy of I5I5's intelligence demonstrated how timely and precise their information sources were.

How could such a brutally cruel extremist armed organization have such accurate information?

At this moment, Song Heping was even more convinced of the CIA's involvement.

He took out his satellite phone and moved to the side to dial Simon's number.

Simon.

This old nemesis.

Always wanted to take him down in the past.

But later, once caught by Song Heping's threat, he became much more compliant and stopped troubling him.

If the CIA had an operation here tonight, the person targeting him had no doubt to be Kelly, from the Secret Action Department.

Put simply, the trouble all stemmed from the colossal drug network in Mexico.

Money, the root of all evil.

The phone rang for a long time before it was picked up.

Simon's voice, cautious and slightly tense, came from the other side: "Song, what do you need from me at this late hour?"

Even through the electronic signals, Song Heping could detect the hints in his voice.

Simon seemed to be in the know.

As the chief of the Illigo Intelligence Station for the CIA.

If the Secret Action Department was conducting operations here, even if he was not directly involved, he would still do some ancillary work, so the guy definitely knew.

Of course, he too wanted Song Heping dead.

It would be fair to say he would be pleased with such an outcome.

"Has the Secret Action Department arrived in Illigo?"

Song Heping didn't beat around the bush and went straight for the jugular from the start.