Song Heping had finally figured out the structure inside.
It was absolutely impossible to hard-charge from the main entrance.
The place was too narrow, with long corridors and narrow stairs. Even rushing in with a bulletproof shield wouldn't work—if the enemy threw down a hand grenade, it would be the end of them.
He glanced at the situation on the street.
A few corpses of Illigo Soldiers lay on the roadside.
The firefight continued.
Hunter and Queen were providing fire support from the direction of the small square.
Luckily for them, otherwise the ard militants in the building would recklessly erge and shoot down.
Turning to look at Vincent, Song Heping was so furious he nearly wanted to shoot him!
The guy had actually taken the tanks and Humvees and left!
Just kept moving forward!
He didn't care about what was happening here at all.
In his eyes, there was only the "Hunter" sniper a thousand ters away!
"This idiot!"
Song Heping was seething with rage.
It was rare for him to lose his temper.
But clearly, Vincent's approach was completely out of sync with his own.
Vincent saw everyone else, except for himself and his teammates, as disposable assets.
Even if he had left one Humvee here for fire support, it wouldn't have made it so tough for himself and the Chef.
Now, only a few Sword Camp Illigo Soldiers and Chef and a few others were left here to clean up the ss while Vincent and his team had virtually abandoned them and ran!
Motherfucker!
This bill, he noted!
Song Heping muttered to himself in his heart.
Based on the current comparison of forces, their own numbers were at an absolute disadvantage.
If it had been the defensive side, it would be one thing, but they were still the attackers!
This was truly deadly!
But retreating now wasn't an option either.
Retreating would be equivalent to betraying Vincent and his team.
Even though Vincent was arrogant and unpleasant, he had after all signed a contract and needed to maintain so professional ethics, right?
So they still had to take down these few buildings, establish support points, and ensure the safety of Vincent's advancing group.
"Song! You got kicked out too, huh!"
Chef, who was hiding by the wall across the street, saw Song Heping run out of the building with his head and face covered in dust, and crouched down there, bursting into laughter.
This guy could joke at any ti.
Da Maozi's heart is big indeed!
"You can still laugh? If we don't get back in, we're all done for!"
Song Heping patted the dust off his head and looked up again at the buildings nearby.
This area resembled the urban villages back ho a bit, where the buildings were very close to each other.
The deadliest part about this cluster of buildings was that they interconnected with each other. The ard militants who had been entrenched here for a long ti were certainly more familiar with the terrain than his people were and they might even have devised how to use the buildings to annihilate the invading enemy.
Every second they delayed was another second of danger.
Because you simply can't predict out of so many windows and so many buildings, from which one a gun might pop out and shoot you down.
"We can't keep dragging our feet here..."
Song Heping grew more worried the more he thought about it.
He looked around.
A nearby alley caught his attention.
So, he walked down the alley.
Chef shouted from across the street, "Song, what are you doing?"
"Keep their door covered for , don't let them rush out!"
"No problem!"
Although Chef didn't know what Song Heping was up to.
Still, he followed through.
Song Heping advanced slowly with his gun raised.
The alley was about ten ters long.
At the end of it was a cross alley.
It was only two ters wide, very narrow.
Song Heping hid at the corner of the wall, carefully observing the buildings around.
The buildings here were significantly shorter than the row of buildings controlled by the terrorists, mostly only two or three floors.
He guessed the terrorists were not likely to be in this row of buildings.
After all, everyone likes to occupy the high ground.
Song Heping turned to Samir, who was following behind, and said, "Samir, I have a task for you. Cover from downstairs. Keep an eye on the surroundings, and if you see anyone, take them down."
"Boss, what are you going to do?" Samir clearly didn't understand.
"I'm going up."
Song Heping pointed at the building beside him.
"Ah?" Samir looked up at the house, "How to climb?"
Song Heping, not wanting to and lacking the ti to explain, said, "Here, you stay right here."
He called Samir over and vacated the corner position.
"This position can control the front and rear alleys. Just stay here. If you see anyone who isn't one of us, one word — kill! Don't hesitate! Understand?"
After speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Samir's face as if instructing a new recruit.
Although Samir had received training in the ISF Special Forces before, he had never seen such a formation, but at least he had so tactical experience.
Song Heping thought that leaving him here to guard should be secure enough.
"Alright, boss..."
Samir could only nod.
He could never predict Song Heping's thought processes; this boss had too many surprises for him.
Following him could be lucrative.
But it was also very dangerous!
Song Heping slung his MK18 assault rifle onto his back, then with a leap, grabbed the eaves above the first-floor window. With a push of his hands, he swiftly climbed up.
Then, he looked up, found a new leverage point, and reached out to grab a concrete window sill protruding below the second floor.
The sill only jutted out about ten centiters, but Song Heping, like a monkey, managed to climb onto it!
"Allah..."
Samir couldn't help exclaiming as he saw all this.
This worked?
Song Heping climbed upwards, and Samir nervously stood at the corner, watching the surroundings carefully like a lookout thief.
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