This was the opportunity Song Heping had been waiting for.
There were only four of them here.
Forcing an attack with just the four of them could easily result in casualties.
For soone like Song Heping, a special operations talent, minimizing losses had always been the priority.
Different from the chef's style of operation.
The chef only cared about outcos, losses were not in his consideration.
If a forceful attack wasn't viable, then it was ti to leverage other forces.
How to leverage?
When Song Heping heard Oma say that the "Watcher" team was going to get involved, he was actually excited, not fearful.
His only concern was maintaining the secrecy of his identity.
Nothing was more exhilarating than biting the hand of the CIA's Special Activities Division.
Just thinking about it was thrilling!
"Boss, when do we make our move?!"
While they were suiting up, everyone asked Song Heping.
Song Heping said, "The Watcher team has made their move! They're tying up Hassan in the villa opposite."
Having said that, he turned to Hunter and said, "You'll be in charge of long-range support from the fifth floor later, retreat when I tell you to!"
"Yes! Boss!"
"Pack up everything, don't leave even a scrap of paper behind, Oma, set up the self-destruction device, got it?"
Oma was stunned, thinking how ruthless big brother was!
They were planning to blow up the building!
Song Heping then asked, "Did you hear ?"
Oma could only nod, "Yes!"
"Later you take Hunter to the extraction point!"
"Okay!"
"Move out! Let's go!"
Within a minute, Song Heping, White Bear, and Grey Wolf had suited up, swiftly descended the stairs, and then left by car through the back door.
"Is Hunter in position?"
Once in the car, Song Heping imdiately contacted Hunter through the tactical channel.
Hunter quickly responded, "Already in position."
Song Heping asked, "What's the situation at Hassan's villa?"
"Heh, the fight's started." Hunter said, "There's gunfire everywhere, the bodyguards in the front yard were taken out by the cops at the entrance!"
"Another one taken out!"
"FUCK! They're really fast! All of them are experts!"
"Another bodyguard gone... What a beautiful shot! Quick and accurate!"
"There are 'Watcher' mbers among the won who ca for the party! My god! Won are truly frightening!"
Hunter sprawled on the DIY shooting table on the fifth floor, looking through the scope at the firefight happening two hundred ters away, comntating as if he were at a live event.
They were all professionals, when witnessing a high-level surprise assault, they naturally viewed it with admiration.
"Stop!"
Song Heping hastily stopped Hunter, who was running off at the mouth.
"I need their numbers! And they definitely have a sniper, take this chance while they don't know we're here to locate him, don't get counter-sniped when I tell you to take out the cops at the door!"
Hearing this, Hunter broke into a cold sweat.
He had been so engrossed in watching that he had neglected a most deadly sniper principle—
The greatest threat to a sniper is the enemy's sniper!
Hunter imdiately reported the numbers of the "Watcher" team mbers near the villa.
"Two won in the backyard, I couldn't see clearly inside the building, one cop at the door, ard with a submachine gun with a silencer..."
"They probably don't have many people, around 5 assault team mbers, and one sniper hidden nearby, or possibly two. Be careful!"
"Understood!"
Hunter flipped off the table and grabbed the night vision goggles originally used to surveil Hassan's villa to begin sweeping all the nearby buildings.
Typically, snipers would choose the high ground.
Their own building was one of the taller ones in this area.
But within a 300-500 ter radius, there were quite a few buildings as high as their own.
These were the buildings to watch.
Yet after scanning them all, he couldn't find the enemy sniper.
This ant that the "Watcher" team's sniper was not outdoors.
Just like him, possibly hidden in a room sowhere.
"Boss, I can't find their sniper, he's likely hiding indoors."
He was anxious and imdiately relayed the ssage to Song Heping.
Song Heping's reply ca swiftly, "Then forget about him, if you can't find him, he won't find you either. When I give you the signal to snipe, just do it and then retreat imdiately!"
"Okay!"
Hunter returned to his table and lay prone, raising the SVD sniper rifle.
At that mont, Oma ran up to the fifth floor.
"My explosive device is set up."
"Stay out of the way!"
Hunter lay motionless on the table, not bothering with small talk with Oma.
At this ti, Oma was the most superfluous person in the entire operation.
anwhile, Song Heping led his people downstairs and drove towards Hassan's villa.
About fifty ters away from the villa, he turned the car into a side street on the left, winding through it before coming to a stop at the entrance to an alleyway, next to a wall.
All around was pitch black.
Intermittent gunfire could be heard not far off.
They got out of the car, and White Bear, looking around at the dark and deserted surroundings, asked Song Heping, "Where are we?"
"About two blocks to the right of Hassan's villa's main entrance."
Song Heping peered around the corner of the wall, casting a glance in the direction of Hassan's villa. There was just one main road here.
The road at Hassan's entrance ran east-west.
This was the westward direction.
He then surveyed the surrounding buildings.
No problem.
From this position, not too many high points are visible.
There are only two buildings that have a view of this stretch of road.
This is a blind spot.
Song Heping couldn't confirm whether the "Watcher" squad's snipers were in those two buildings, but under the current circumstances, they could only go all out.
"Why stop the car here?" White Bear couldn't fathom Song He's approach: "Are we waiting here?"
"Right."
Song He began explaining his tactics.
"When the 'Watcher' squad's vehicle cos this way, we need one person inside to drive out from here and crash into their vehicle. The timing has to be absolutely perfect. The remaining two will stay here to observe and estimate the timing, they must hit their mark at once—any miss and we're in trouble! After flipping their van, the two underneath must imdiately go and grab the person!"
"How can you be sure they'll co this way?"
Grey Wolf also couldn't understand Song He's tactics.
The road goes both ways; this is the west side—what if they go east?
Song He said, "Where's our villa? In which direction from Hassan's villa?"
"Southeast..."
After only two words, Grey Wolf suddenly understood.
Exactly!
The villa he had used earlier to keep watch was to the southeast of Hassan's villa.
If the Hunter upstairs began shooting and took out one or two of their team mbers, the police van would subconsciously flee west.
Because heading east would give the Hunter more opportunities to shoot.
With the "Watcher" squad's quality of personnel, they would definitely be able to pinpoint the approximate direction of the gunshot within ten seconds of being attacked.
The Hunter's pitiful SVD sniper rifle wasn't fitted with a silencer, the sound would be very loud, and the enemy would surely make a correct judgnt.
Grey Wolf suddenly understood the entire purpose behind Song He's tactics.
"Boss, you're brilliant!"
In the past, Grey Wolf used to call Song He "morbid," but now he called him "Boss."
He was older than Song He, but this ti he sincerely called him "Boss."
Grey Wolf didn't even know when Song He began devising this tactic.
But it certainly was not earlier than the dinner at which Oma revealed the "Watchers" had infiltrated the country of Turkiye.
In other words, just a dozen hours or so.
Song He actually managed to devise a response plan so quickly.
He even morized every alley and each building in the vicinity, knowing exactly where the blind spots were.
This was nothing short of war genius!
Even for a mont, Grey Wolf thought China's Special Forces were too terrifying, wondering how they bred such a monster!
"If we can't find their sniper, how do we make a move?"
Suddenly, Hunter's voice transmitted through the channel.
Song He said, "Don't worry. If you can't see him, it ans he can't see you either. And when he does find you, you'll already have run away. So this is a good thing. The mont you see them bringing out Hassan from the main entrance, that's your cue to shoot, understand?"
"Understood!"
Song He spoke very reasonably.
If he couldn't see the other party, the other party definitely couldn't see him either.
So, he took a deep breath, slowed his breathing rate, and quietly lay on the table, disengaging the safety of his SVD sniper rifle.
An arrow in the PSO-1 scope was now aid at the "policeman" standing lookout at the gate.
Less than five minutes later, the gunfire from Hassan's villa slowly ceased.
A "policeman" erged from the villa and quickly entered the backyard.
Passing through the corridor, he saw a bodyguard rolling on the ground, clearly shot but not yet dead.
Without a second thought, he raised his hand and gave the bodyguard a shot, sending him off.
Moving forward, on the side of the pool, two female team mbers and another "policeman" had finished clearing the area and were binding the pig-like Hassan.
Bodies were everywhere on the scene, by the side of the pool and inside it.
The pool water was stained red with blood.
He walked over to Hassan, squatted down, grabbed Hassan's hair and yanked his fat head off the ground to take a look.
"Hmm, it's him."
Hassan had a gag in his mouth and was tied with a cloth strip, whimpering indistinctly in fright, terror filling his eyes.
"Boss, all set."
One of the female team mbers, clad in a bikini, got up and reported to the "policeman."
"Move out!"
The squad leader didn't say an extra word, gave a slight toss of his head, and imdiately led the three team mbers along a small path beside the garden toward the front gate.
"Luther, how are things on your end?"
"Quiet as ever, just a few gunshots. Probably startled Hassan's neighbors. Saw an old fellow co out to look around, got scared and ducked back in. Heh heh, poor old man, hope he doesn't have heart trouble or anything."
The sniper Luther sounded relaxed, chuckling as he spoke.
"Benny, we're coming out the front gate; get the van ready at the entrance."
Squad leader Sean issued another order to the teammate waiting at the gate.
"No problem, Boss."
The "policeman" outside the gate quickly left the iron door, rushed to the police van, then started the engine and did a smooth turn to position the vehicle horizontally at the gate entrance, hopped out to pull open the side door, and returned to the driver's seat.
In less than twenty seconds.
Benny saw his own teammates ushering the pig-like Hassan through the front yard towards the gate.
"Heh heh, everything's smooth!"
He casually tossed a piece of chewing gum into his mouth, completely at ease.
They had done such operations countless tis, and it was second nature for them.
A piece of cake!
A dozen bodyguards, trying to stop these battle-hardened veterans?
Delusional!
As he indulged in his self-satisfaction, he saw Sean and two other teammates escorting the target out through the main gate.
He waved to them, signaling to hurry up and get in the van.
Suddenly...
Crack—
A gunshot rang out.
Benny's head felt like it was hamred hard on the temple with an eighteen-pound sledgehamr, jerking to one side. Then a mass of blood and white bits erupted, spattering the other side of the cab and staining the passenger seat red.
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