Mercenary's War

Yarebin waved his hand, and Vasily immediately pulled the police car over to the side of the road.

Tarta, driving a large van, also pulled over, and then Tarta got out of the van and walked to the police car in front, whispering, "What’s the matter?"

Yarebin lowered the car window and whispered to Tarta, "Gao Yang can’t get away, we have to take some measures to scare them, make the Italian Government bow down. I want you to carry out this mission."

Tarta whispered, "Is the Italian Government leading now, or is Mario in charge?"

Yarebin said, "According to Gao Yang’s observation, the government is in charge now. Those attacking Gao Yang were wearing leather headgear, but he subdued them, so now Gao Yang has hostages, and we have negotiation time."

Tarta said in surprise, "Subdued, not killed?"

"That’s right, six with leather headgear."

Tarta shook his head and said, "Impressive."

Yarebin sighed and said helplessly, "Great gunmanship, but what’s the use if the brains don’t work. He just won’t let go of Justin, otherwise, why would we take such risks?"

Tarta laughed, "That’s just how he is. Tell me, what do we do?"

Yarebin leaned closer to Tarta and whispered, "Take a rocket, and then call the Italian Government and some reporters, and tell them there’s big news."

Tarta exhaled and whispered, "For our threat to be effective, it must demonstrate determination and courage to use the rocket, so the ultimatum time is crucial. I think, how about thirty minutes?"

Yarebin remained calm and said flatly, "Too long, Gao Yang can’t wait that long, ten minutes."

Tarta took a deep breath, exhaled slowly, and whispered, "Ten minutes?"

"Ten minutes."

Tarta chuckled, "Alright, you say so; I’ll hold a press conference and let Hammer fire the shot."

Yarebin said with a serious face, "Go do your job; you don’t need to worry about this place. Is there anything you want to leave behind?"

Tarta shook his head, "Nothing to leave behind, you know my situation, no kids, no relatives, what to leave behind. Uh, if Gao Yang isn’t dead, just say I repaid the favor."

Yarebin nodded, "Got it, I’ll relay it to him."

Tarta stepped away from the car window, stood straight, laughed, "I’m off then."

Yarebin turned his head to look at Tarta, suddenly saluted, and said, "Goodbye."

Tarta immediately stood straight, gave a sharp salute, and said to Yarebin, "Hope to see you again."

Tarta turned and strode to the back of the van, opened the back door, got in, and opened an aluminum box, taking out a rocket.

Hammer frowned, "What are you doing?"

Tarta whispered, "Going to threaten Italy. If needed, you fire it. The captain needs Vasily’s care, and you have a limp."

Hammer waved impatiently, "I know, go on, if it needs firing, I’ll handle it. Not taking protective gear with VX, really something."

Tarta shrugged, "Hit it and run quickly, maybe we won’t die."

Taking the rocket, Tarta closed the aluminum box, tucked the rocket into his jacket, got out of the car, and left.

Walking to the roadside, Tarta directly walked to a car waiting at a red light, pulled out a pistol, and said to the person inside in Italian, "I need to borrow your car and phone, get out."

As the driver, in shock, got out, Tarta got in, placed the rocket on the passenger seat, and drove off.

He picked up the phone and dialed a number. When someone answered, Tarta immediately said, "I am a terrorist. I am about to carry out a horrific attack, which will result in many deaths. If you don’t want this attack to happen, send someone who can make decisions. I’ll glance around to see where is closer—okay, just come to the Colosseum and find me. You’ll easily spot me."

After hanging up the phone, Tarta dialed another number. When someone answered, Tarta smiled and said, "Hello, I have explosive news for you. A group of terrorists has planted a chemical weapon bomb at the Colosseum. Yes, a chemical weapon. How do I know? I’m not joking, because I’m the terrorist. Do you want big news? Then come to the Colosseum quickly. By the way, which TV station in Rome has a higher rating?"

After hanging up, Tarta angrily said, "They want an exclusive story, damn."

Tarta took the rocket in his hand, then slammed on the brakes. The cars behind braked desperately but still couldn’t avoid rear-ending. Then, with several bangs, several cars crashed into each other.

Tarta pushed the door open and got out. When the people in the cars behind got out and started yelling at him, he raised his pistol and fired several shots.

Seeing the drivers behind him already terrified, Tarta shouted, "Call any TV station, newspaper, or any journalist you know. You can search it up, right? I’m not good at searching online, so I need you to make the calls. Quickly, because I’m going to blow up a big bomb at the Colosseum. Thank you."

After saying that, Tarta got back in the car and sped away.

Continuing to drive, Tarta arrived at the Colosseum, got out of the car with the gun in one hand and the rocket in the other, saw someone selling souvenir T-shirts at the roadside, walked over, snatched one, then took out a knife, poked two holes in the T-shirt, and put it over his head.

With a headgear made from a white T-shirt, Tarta raised his gun and fired several shots into the air, shouting in Arabic, and soon, a news crew vehicle rushed towards him.

A reporter and a cameraman got out of the car and rushed towards Tarta, so Tarta shouted again in Arabic.

"Are you conducting a terror attack?"

"Yes, exactly. Do you see this? It’s a chemical weapon disguised as an ordinary rocket, but believe me, this rocket can kill everyone here."

"Why are you doing this? How do we know if what you are saying is true?"

Tarta looked at his watch and said, "The people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs will be here soon. I called their senior internal security officer, he needs to report up the chain, so he’ll arrive later than you, but I think they should be almost here now. As for why I’m doing this..."

Tarta raised his head and said very seriously, "You may know a hostage rescue operation is going on in Rome, right? Yes, that’s my partner. To save my partner, I have to do this."