At the critical mont, perhaps Allah really manifested, just as they were about to pull the trigger, a mortar shell exploded over twenty ters on their left side.
Boom—
A fireball rose.
"Shelling!"
Song Heping issued a warning and hit the ground at the fastest speed.
The others also dropped to the ground in a flash.
Where there's one mortar shell, there must be another.
Running might make you die even faster.
Going prone, using the ruins and building debris to dodge a wave of shelling, and then running is the wisest choice.
Just as everyone took cover behind the ruins,
Pfft—
A high-speed sniper warhead, carrying terrifying kinetic energy, hit a concrete column more than two ters away and bounced back, creating a tricky angle that tore through the muscles and camo combat uniform on the hunter's left arm.
A spray of bright red blood mixed with shredded fabric fibers exploded suddenly.
"Ugh!"
A suppressed grunt ca from beneath the hunter's helt.
But the hunter's right hand remained steady as steel welded to the gun's body.
"There's a sniper!"
As a sniper himself, he understood snipers best.
The HK417 instantly aid at the approximate position from where the bullet ca, with almost no aiming ti, relying purely on honed muscle mory and ballistic intuition!
"Bang—Screech!"
The silencer emitted another deep roar!
A 7.62mm NATO round spun supersonically towards the shadow beneath a distant water tower!
The bullet did not hit the target.
But it was already very close to the opponent's lurking position.
The blurred figure of the sniper on the distant tower suddenly shook, seemingly grazed by the bullet or startled, and vanished instantly behind the dark cover.
"Hunter!"
Song Heping's eyes sharpened, his heart pounding.
"The warhead went through! Damn it! Good thing it didn't hit the bone! Hurry, this place is too dangerous! Move!"
The hunter's voice, transmitted through the tactical scarf, remained coldly unwavering, as if the torn flesh wasn't his own.
He firmly held the heavy HK417 with just his right hand, the gun muzzle scanning like a radar over possible pursuit routes at the rear, stepping without a mont's pause as he followed the squad out.
The four moved without hesitation, like four arrows rging into the night, swiftly heading towards the southern part of the city.
The entire Desert City seed plunged into a boiling cauldron!
Gunfire!
Explosions!
No longer skirmishes, but dense automatic weapon fire erupting all around like popcorn!
Among them were many familiar sounds of AK rifles, crazily firing at those once wearing the sa uniform!
Shouts, screams, dying wails, and the roar of buildings collapsing in explosions...
Turning this already fragile isolated city into a hell of mutual slaughter!
"Betrayal! General! It's Jafali! It's Colonel Jafali's n!"
A bloodied, staggering LNA officer ran up to Haftar and cried despairingly, pointing with trembling fingers towards the city where fire and the fiercest battles raged, "They... they opened the west and north gates! Letting GNA bastards and British Special Forces in! Inside the city... nearly half the brothers have followed Jafali! They say... you colluded with infidels, betrayed the nation! They want... your head to claim a reward from Tripoli!"
"Jafali?!"
Haftar was struck as though by lightning, his body swaying as if a giant invisible hamr had slamd into his heart.
His weathered face instantly lost all color, turning ashen as death.
His fingers gripping the AKMSU shook violently, the joints turning white from exertion, the gun muzzle hanging weakly towards the ground.
Jafali!
This na seared his soul like hot iron!
The young man he treated like a son, whom he carefully nurtured since exile in Egypt!
The one he promoted all the way from a junior officer to his chief of staff, an absolute confidant!
The one who drank bitter coffee with him and planned the future through countless tough nights, like a "son"...
Actually...
Actually at the most crucial mont, thrust a poisoned dagger into his back?!
It's not just betrayal, it's the collapse of faith, the total shattering of a lifeti's efforts!
His chest heaved violently, though he had long known Jafali was plotting, he had clung to a thread of hope.
Now, all fantasies popped like soap bubbles, instantly burst.
"Haftar!"
Song Heping stepped forward and again grabbed Haftar's collar.
"Tell , this is your last mont of distraction, one more ti and I will blow your head off!"
With that, Song Heping swiftly drew his pistol and pressed it against Haftar's head.
The nearby LNA officer was startled, instinctively backing off two steps, raising his gun muzzle.
Before he raised his gun muzzle, another gun muzzle was already pressed to the back of his head.
"Try moving again."
He didn't allow such weakness among those around him, especially this "collaborator," in critical monts.
As humans, emotions are permissible.
As warriors, especially battlefield warriors, it's best to beco machines.
A killing machine!
"Okay... okay..."
Haftar snapped out as if awakening from a dream.
He slapped himself hard.
"Sorry..."
In front of Song Heping, Haftar felt like an obedient elentary school student.
...
While the Desert City was engulfed in a bloody battle, far away in London, the Thas River flowed silently outside the giant floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the city's blurred lights.
Yet in the top-floor command center at MI6 headquarters, the air was as if frozen by a chilling current.
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