While passing by those corpses, he shot each one in the head to ensure they were completely dead.
Then, with lightning speed, he swapped magazines and approached the severely injured Kamran.
Earlier, Kamran had taken a bullet to the thigh, and now shrapnel from a hand grenade had struck him, blinding one eye. Still, he lay on the ground groping around, seemingly searching for a weapon.
"Who sent you?"
Song Heping stepped in front of Kamran, looking down at him with a voice as cold as the frozen tundra of Siberia.
The muzzle of the Glock 17 was steadily aid at his brow.
Kamran's face was twisted with sweat and dust from excruciating pain, yet his gaze was ferociously venomous, fixated dead on Song Heping. He cursed madly in Persian mixed with Kurdish, cursing these infidels to hell, claiming Holy Warriors would tear them apart, ignoring Song Heping's question.
"Bang!"
Without hesitation, Song Heping slightly adjusted the gun, firing at the ankle beside Kamran's other intact foot!
Splinters of dirt and stone splattered across his face!
"Last chance. Who?"
Song Heping's voice was unwavering, his gaze eerily calm.
This calmness exerted more pressure than any roar.
He was well aware that ti was running out.
Less than ten kiloters remained to the Persian border.
This place was still within Illiguo's territory.
Although the Aricans had started gradually withdrawing troops earlier this year, they still maintained so forces around Baghdad. If Kamran were their mole, then his situation was exceedingly perilous.
Though there was no definitive conclusion as to whom Kamran was directed by, what puzzled Song Heping was why hadn't he acted all this ti, and now suddenly did?
A spur of the mont decision?
There was no ti to think too much.
This place was dangerous to linger in.
With an explosion here, if the Grim Reaper drone detected it, it would tail them.
By then, escaping would be challenging.
"...Money... You're worth a lot of money..."
Kamran gasped, his voice hoarse, full of despair.
"Who paid you?! Who are you collaborating with?"
Song Heping pressed further.
But he quickly sensed trouble.
Looking up, the small black dot in the sky had returned.
Suddenly, the small black dot seed to flicker.
"Damn!"
Song Heping imdiately turned, picked up the satellite phone, and quickly grabbed the bag on the cal, sprinting in another direction of the canyon.
After running just tens of ters, a violent explosion thundered from behind.
Boom—
Song Heping swiftly ducked behind a weathered stone.
A huge fireball surged from where Kamran had been.
"Damn!"
He quickly opened the bag, pulled out a pouch, took out a thermal blanket, and wrapped himself entirely from head to toe, then swiftly powered down the satellite phone.
The thermal blanket, made from ceramic fiber aluminum foil material, served as a composite insulation material, combining the low thermal conductivity of ceramic fiber with the heat-reflective properties of aluminum foil, able to sowhat isolate infrared emissions.
If the Grim Reaper drone circling above detected a pure infrared heat source, equipped with its payload, it would certainly strike him.
Hiding in the hollow of weathered rock, Song Heping wrapped in the thermal blanket began to ponder—
Who leaked the information?!
Suddenly he recalled what Qin Fei previously said from Captain Lei—watch out for tripping over the threads of the Persian Carpet.
Song Heping wasn't entirely ignorant of internal Persian affairs, but he didn't expect to be targeted before even entering Persia. Moreover, this matter he had inford Avanti.
Could it be Avanti who betrayed him?!
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