If he guessed correctly, the order Vincent gave was definitely a "kill order".
In a few seconds, this place will turn into a sea of fire.
No one will survive—except for one place!
That is the Helgan River below the southern cliff!
There are no 1515 militants gathered there, so when the F-15E drops the precision-guided bombs, it definitely targets him primarily, and secondly bombards these 1515 extremists up and down the mountain.
Huff—
Huff—
Song Heping heard his heavy breathing through his nostrils, he could even hear his heart roaring like an engine flooring the gas pedal, beating wildly!
The southern cliff is over four hundred ters above the river surface.
If a person jumps down, even into the water, it would be a road to death.
But, such a high altitude allows a wing parachute to open.
That was one of the plans when Song Heping planned to raid Ashara Town—using the wing parachute to glide into the city from the mountains near Ashara Town under the cover of night.
Although M stabbed him in the back, causing the entire plan to fail miserably.
But one of those dozen wing parachutes unexpectedly beca his lifesaver.
The cliff was suddenly in front of him, and without hesitation, Song Heping pulled out the guiding parachute, held it in his hand, and without a mont's pause, leaped forward!
The steep cliff face rushed up to et him...
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Heaven and earth collapsed!
First, the GBU-12 penetrator warhead precisely hit the top of the mountain and the concealed position where the 1515 had set up heavy machine guns.
Huge fireballs accompanied by deafening explosions shot into the sky, solid mountain rocks tore and flew like tofu.
The shock wave swept across everything like an invisible giant hamr.
Then, the CBU-105 cluster bomb disintegrated in the air hundreds of ters above the ground! Countless BLU-108/B "Skeet" anti-armor/personnel submunitions scattered like blossoms.
Each submunition was equipped with a spin-stabilized parachute and infrared/laser sensors. They briefly decelerated in the air, scanned, and then the internally shaped charge warhead locked onto any detected heat signals below—whether human or vehicle!
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
The explosion sounds dense enough to be indistinguishable beca a continuous roar.
The entire top and mid-mountain area of the eastern slope of Gelbi Mountain was completely covered by a continuous orange-red fireball, billowing thick smoke, and a deadly storm of steel fragnts.
The ultra-high-speed tal jets ford by the EFP warheads penetrated rocks, vehicle steel plates, and human bodies rcilessly like Grim Reaper's scythe.
The explosions, rock cracking sounds, tal tearing noises, and the countless short, nearly inaudible death screams of n combined into a hellish symphony!
The thermo-baric bombs hadn't fallen yet, but just the "appetizers" of precision-guided and cluster bombs were enough to turn this area into a massacre.
Thousands of 1515 militants were instantly evaporated, torn apart, and turned to dust.
Huge fireballs, accompanied by fierce explosions, rose on Gelbi Mountain, and the explosions caused by the high-yield precision-guided bombs triggered landslides in parts of the mountain. Stones and dust fell from the sky, and the entire mountain was obscured by swirling dust and black smoke.
Langley, director's office.
London, Lady M's office.
At the sa ti, in both places.
Vincent and Simon's screens clearly captured the mont the F-15 dived and released the bombs!
The heat signal representing bomb separation was clearly visible!
On Lady M's screen, the four ominous jet fighters also appeared simultaneously!
Vincent leaned forward slightly, a satisfied, sinister smile appearing at the corners of his mouth.
It's over!
Song Heping, along with those filthy 1515 scum, go to hell together!
And far away in London, at MI6 Headquarters.
Lady M suddenly clenched her fist so hard that her nails almost embedded into her palm.
She watched the white dot representing Song Heping, in the last second before the bomb separation, charging decisively towards the edge of the screen, representing the dark abyss of the cliff.
Is he going to jump off the cliff?!
Is this suicide or...
In the director's office of CIA Headquarters in Langley.
On the gigantic high-definition screen, the explosions and thick smoke representing destruction instantly engulfed the entire target area! The heat signals representing lives extinguished in clusters, like flas swept away by a gale!
The orange-red spots representing destruction rcilessly covered the area where the resiliently flickering white spot symbolizing Song Heping was!
Vincent looked at the cloud of explosion representing total destruction and let out a long, silent breath, his body completely relaxing into the chair.
Finished.
Clean and tidy.
He picked up his coffee cup but found his hand trembling slightly.
Simon stared fiercely at the screen, his heart pounding, almost leaping out of his throat.
Song Heping...
The white light point...
Did it seem to dash toward the cliff before the explosion?
Did he...did he manage to jump?
Under this terrifying saturation bombing, would jumping off a cliff an survival?
Dead?
Finally dead!?
He suddenly felt a sense of relief.
In the London office.
Lady M's pupils suddenly contracted!
A map flashed through her mind.
That's right!
The map!
She quickly fixed her gaze on the computer on the desk.
The map is still there.
She quickly locked onto the place where Song Heping jumped.
Below is the rushing "Helgan" River.
This...
Is this the escape route he planned?
Or...
The end where he would be shattered?
For so reason, she felt a strange sense of regret.
South slope of Gelbi Mountain, in the air.
Song Heping was plunging rapidly, his ears filled with the roaring wind and the terrifying explosion overhead, as if the world was ending.
The blast wave struck his back like a heavy hamr, the scorching air licking his skin.
He tried hard to adjust his posture, facing downward, staring intently at the increasingly close, roaring dark green river surface below!
The height is getting lower!
The main parachute hasn't co out!
What's going on?!
Though Song Heping had jumped countless tis.
But jumping under these conditions was a first.
The air currents in the mountains greatly affect the parachuting.
Did sothing go wrong?!
Was he the unlucky one?!
"Damn it!"
He gritted his teeth and cursed.
Yet he couldn't change anything.
He could only resign to fate!
Just as he was about to crash into the river like a teor--
"Boom!"
With a muffled sound.
A white canopy abruptly opened behind him.
The main parachute was finally pulled out!
The imnse upward force suddenly dragged him upwards!
However, the altitude was too low, and even though the main parachute opened, it couldn't offset his high-speed plumt.
Splush!!!
A huge splash erupted! The icy river water instantly engulfed Song Heping.
The enormous impact made his vision black, as if his internal organs shifted.
He endured the intense pain and dizziness, quickly cut the parachute cords, allowing himself to float on the water.
The cold river water kept him alert.
He succeeded.
Using himself as bait, he lured the snake out, drove the tiger to swallow the wolf, and shed the shell.
Gelbi Mountain beca the grave of thousands of elite 1515 soldiers, and the flas of war in Ashala Town and Deir Ezzor had already ignited.
And he, amidst the destructive bombing ordered personally by Vincent, climbed out from the edge of Hell.
He surfaced, greedily inhaling air mixed with the sll of gunpowder and blood, turned back to glance at the mountain top shrouded completely in flas and thick smoke, like a volcanic eruption. His lips curled into a cold and weary arc.
The ga isn't over yet.
anwhile, in far-off London and Langley, the screens of the intelligence giants showed only the residual blast waves representing death and the dissipating heat signal.
The white light spot had completely disappeared.
Was it annihilated in the sea of flas, or...
Did it dive into the abyss?
The answer was temporarily buried by the rolling smoke and rushing river water, leaving only endless astonishnt, confusion, and...
A hint of indescribable chill.
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