Outside the bedroom door.
Song Heping burst into the suite, barely catching his breath, his eyes scanning the scene like lightning—the outer living room was empty, the bodyguards obviously shot down outside the door as they rushed out at the sound.
But the inner bedroom door was closed, yet inside ca Zayed's cries of alarm and a woman's fierce shout!
No ti left!
Without a mont's hesitation, Song Heping turned the muzzle of his MP7, unleashing a rapid burst at the bedroom door's lock and hinge area!
Thud thud thud thud!
Sawdust flew, the lock and hinges instantly obliterated by the rain of 4.6mm bullets!
"Bang! Crash——!!!"
He followed with a ferocious side kick, sending the severely damaged luxury solid wood bedroom door with its fra crashing inward in splinters!
Amid the swirling wood debris and dust, Song Heping rushed into the bedroom like the Grim Reaper, just in ti to witness the breathtaking scene of Dali stabbing at Zayed's back with a knife!
No warning, no hesitation, he raised his hand and fired!
Thud thud thud thud thud!!!
The low, deadly roar of the MP7 echoed in the bedroom, with precise shots aid at Dali's wrist…
Assassin Dali's reaction speed was astonishingly fast!
The mont the door was kicked open, she had already sensed the mortal threat.
Her assassination attempt abruptly halted, she rolled swiftly to the other side of the bed with impressive core strength!
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"
Three 4.6×30mm high-velocity bullets grazed her arm, embedding into the expensive mattress with a dull thud.
But she was slightly too slow!
At least one bullet brushed past the outside of her arm, drawing a trail of blood, and her hand could no longer hold onto the strange short blade, which clattered onto the carpet with a "clink".
Zayed was terrified out of his wits by this sudden turn of events, crashing heavily onto the bed, then rolling awkwardly onto the carpet, staring in horror at Song Heping bursting through the door and the injured assassin Dali.
Failing to completely disarm the opponent with one strike, Song Heping paused for nothing.
He ignored Zayed sprawling on the floor, keeping his gun trained firmly on Dali who was rolling and attempting to find cover and potentially draw another weapon.
Thud thud thud!
Another series of shots precisely blocked Dali's path, causing feathers to fly from the mattress, while the lamp and ornants on the nightstand shattered explosively.
While suppressing Dali, Song Heping shouted sharply: "Zayed! Lie down and don't move if you want to live!"
His voice was cold and authoritative, like an adrenaline shot to the terrified Zayed, or an order prompting him to instinctively lay flat on the ground with hands over his head.
And at that mont, from the hallway outside ca the sounds of intense gunfire and shouting!
Bang bang bang!
Dadadadada——
It was clearly the assassins coming up from the fire escape.
They had already reacted and were closing in on the presidential suite.
Probably because the smoke hadn't cleared, or out of fear from the previous hand grenade, they chose to sweep the area madly instead of rushing in imdiately.
This left Song Heping instantly caught in a pincer!
There was a formidable female assassin inside the bedroom yet to be dealt with, while at least seven ard gunn were about to flood in from the hallway!
The situation was critically dire!
Song Heping's gaze was cold as steel, without a trace of panic.
Years on the battlefield had accustod him to such predicants.
He made his judgnt without hesitation—clear the room first, then block the outside!
While maintaining suppressive fire on Dali on the bed to prevent her from lifting her head or counterattacking, he swiftly moved left, approaching the bedroom doorway to take a quick look outside.
The bed-bound Dali had clearly heard the gunfire outside as well, aware that reinforcents were coming.
Seizing the montary gap as Song Heping moved, she rolled off the other side of the bed, a small palm-sized hand grenade-style pistol suddenly appearing in her hand!
But Song Heping's prediction and speed were even quicker!
The instant she raised her gun, Song Heping's MP7 roared again.
Thud thud thud!
Three bullets ford a triangular pattern as they flew!
One struck the handgun she had just raised, the other two burrowed directly into her chest and shoulder!
Song Heping's training and shooting precision and speed were unmatched by a female assassin.
Dali had overestimated her gold dal assassin skills and underestimated the combat capability of this East University man.
Had she chosen to hide behind the bed to delay, she might have had a slim chance to turn the tables.
But her overconfidence in the assassination's success ultimately cost her life.
"Ugh!"
Dali's body convulsed, crashing back against the wardrobe, blood rapidly staining her golden dance dress.
She stared wide-eyed at Song Heping, disbelief filling her eyes as her body slowly slumped, the light in her eyes rapidly fading.
Simultaneously neutralizing the closest threat in the room, Song Heping heard the footsteps of the enemy outside reaching the doorway!
He swiftly pulled an M18 smoke grenade from his tactical vest, pulled out the safety pin, and without looking, tossed it into the suite's living room.
"Hiss——"
Thick gray smoke instantly billowed from the canister and spread rapidly, obstructing the view at the doorway.
The entrance to the grand presidential suite was instantly filled with dense smoke.
"Smoke bomb!"
Cries of anger and alarm ca from the assassins outside the door, halting their footsteps abruptly.
Possibly fearing a hand grenade hidden behind the smoke, they retreated back to the exterior wall of the presidential suite along the hallway, ears pressed and listening, not daring to advance further.
Song Heping used these precious few seconds he had gained to glance around, taking a few bottles of spirits from the bar's wine rack.
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