So they had to be fast!
They had to take out everyone on the fifth floor as quickly as possible.
Rat-a-tat——
Song Heping burst three shots in a burst fire, taking out that unlucky ard militant before violently charging into the first room.
The people inside had already been bombed.
By the ti Song Heping entered, they were too injured to resist and were headshot instantly.
Song Heping primarily aid for the head, and if the angle didn't allow it, he targeted the torso, firing as he moved, imdiately firing additional shots if he saw their heads.
His heart rate was accelerating.
Song Heping entered an excited state.
This was a normal human reaction.
Bloody, tense, murderous...
All of it wildly triggered the secretion of hormones and dopamine.
During their selection training, the instructor had said that if they ever executed real combat missions, entering this state as a warrior was like being in the best competitive state during a sports event.
"Selflessness!"
The instructor had told him back then.
Song Heping once asked the instructor what selflessness ant?
After all, the term was hard to understand, annoyingly philosophical.
He didn't like philosophy.
The instructor, seasoned through countless real combats, explained—"It's as if the world has only you in it, you see nothing but the target, anything that blocks your path is vermin, everything is killable!"
Back then, Song Heping had goosebumps listening to it.
Unfortunately, he never had the chance to try it.
Today, he seed to have grasped everything the instructor had taught him.
After taking out three ard militants in the room, Song Heping crouched down and replenished two Russian-made hand grenades from one of them, then circled out of the room.
Just as he stepped out of the room, he heard so noises.
So, he peeked toward the staircase leading to the fourth floor.
Sure enough, two ard militants were coming up.
Song Heping imdiately threw a hand grenade.
Then he heard the panic-stricken cries of the enemy.
Song Heping knew he was about to face enemies from both sides, likely to be caught in a pincer attack.
There was still one room on the fifth floor he hadn't cleared.
And the people on the fourth floor had beco aware.
Instead of continuing to chase after the people coming up from the fourth floor, he threw another hand grenade right after the first explosion.
The two militants who had survived the first grenade explosion thought it was their chance to rush up, only to see another grenade rolling to their feet.
The front-running militant scread, "Hand grenade!"
The one behind him reacted slower, blocking the way, and both rolled down the stairs.
Boom——
The grenade exploded, shrapnel hit the one who ran slower, and he lay on the ground, howling in pain.
Song Heping on the fifth floor completely ignored the fourth floor.
He turned around, aid his gun, moved forward.
It was all done in one go.
Indeed, soone ca out of the second room on the fifth floor.
He was imdiately taken down by Song Heping.
His shooting was quick!
During the selection, he was always among the top three fastest shooters, most often ranking first.
Training for unit 203 was no joke.
It was the top special soldier training.
Advancing again to the door of the second room on the fifth floor.
Was there anyone inside?
Still throw a grenade?
Useless...
The enemy had heard so many grenade explosions.
They also knew Song Heping had reached the doorway.
Anyone with a brain would be ready, and had found cover.
Still, Song Heping threw it.
It was his last grenade.
Boom——
After throwing the grenade, Song Heping imdiately crouched down, minimizing his profile.
After the explosion, he leaned forward slightly, gun barrel aid inside the room.
There indeed was soone inside.
And just as he had predicted, they had their gun barrels pointed at the doorway.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat——
The enemy was sowhat panicked.
Their bursts were long.
Almost like they were holding the trigger and not letting go.
It was clear, the enemy was also panicking.
So many people outside had died.
What kind of monster was in the corridor?
Unfortunately, his aim was about a ter high at the doorway, because of the bad habit of pre-aiming at the approximate human body height, around the torso area.
When he realized that Song Heping had extended his gun barrel from just under forty centiters away, the militant indoors imdiately lowered his gun barrel.
But it was too late.
Song Heping had fired.
The bullet hit the militant hiding behind the table.
Though only a small part of his body was exposed, for a marksman like Song Heping, it was enough.
Rat-a-tat——
Song Heping fired the first burst, then imdiately stood and moved into the room.
Moving up to the table behind which the militant was hiding, he fired two more shots.
After finishing, Song Heping did not dare to pause even for a mont, turning the gun barrel and leaving the room.
He glanced at the staircase leading to the fourth floor.
No one.
But he was sure that the enemy was waiting for him on both sides of the corridor at the staircase exit.
What to do?
Alone, he could not handle both sides at the sa ti.
He returned to the room, gathered all the hand grenades from the bodies, and then took a zip tie from his miscellaneous pocket to bind several grenades together before moving to the corridor window on the fifth floor.
"Samir, are you still in the alley?"
"Boss, I'm here."
Samir responded quickly.
Song Heping said, "I'm on the fifth floor facing the street, now I need you to go to the entrance of the alley and check how many ard militants are behind the windows of the building opposite?"
Samir did as instructed and quickly replied, "There are four windows shooting."
"I'll count to three, and you fire at the people opposite."
"Okay."
"One, two, three!"
Waiting for Song Heping to finish counting, Samir violently leaned half his body out from the corner of the alley, shooting fiercely at several firing points in the opposite building.
Song Heping glanced at the opposite side.
Indeed, the gunfire from below, where Samir was, attracted the opposing side's attention.
They all started shooting at Samir.
But they didn't realize that a killer had already entered the building across from them.
Song Heping aid and began to fire controlled shots.
Tap tap—
One.
Tap tap—
Another one.
Tap tap—
The third one...
Thanks to his MK18 being equipped with a silencer, initially, people in the opposite building didn't realize soone was there.
By the ti they did, they had already lost four n.
"There's soone across the street!"
An ard militant sounded the alert.
Everyone panicked and pulled back.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping grabbed the string of grenades and extended most of his body out, throwing them through the fourth-floor window!
The angle was very tight, so precision was crucial.
But this was not a problem for Song Heping.
He only needed the mont when the people in the opposite building dodged.
After throwing the grenades, soone in the opposite building reacted, aiming and firing fiercely at him.
The cook downstairs cried out, "Watch out!"
Song Heping quickly pulled back.
But it felt like he had been hit by a bullet in the back.
Sheltering behind the windowsill, Song Heping felt intense pain in his back.
And a bit of a moist sensation...
"Damn it!"
He cursed silently, wondering if he had been hit?
He swiftly took off his tactical pack.
Checking it, he found several bullet holes on it.
It was probably from getting shot a few tis while climbing to the rooftop, and now one more shot had hit it.
There was also a damp spot on the back of the pack.
Song Heping's heart raced.
Upon a careful look and a touch, he realized it was water.
Fortunately, it was not blood.
The bullet had not only pierced the tactical pack but also penetrated the water bladder stowed behind his tactical vest, causing water to leak all over him.
Bang—
A fierce explosion occurred on the fourth floor.
The blast wave blew out from the window.
Screams abounded.
Song Heping got up, aid his gun, and went down the stairs.
The fourth floor was shrouded in smoke and haze.
Song Heping could hardly see anyone.
Of course, the enemy couldn't see him either.
"Ah—ah—"
He heard a voice wailing amidst the flying dust.
Without thinking, Song Heping aid at the source of the sound and fired a controlled burst.
The excellent silencer was indeed a valuable asset.
Amidst the gunfire between Samir downstairs and the opposite building, the sound of Song Heping's MK18 assault rifle was completely masked.
Song Heping swiftly cleared the entire fourth floor as he went along.
He continued to collect grenades.
These were indispensable in CQB.
Without them, even entering a doorway was difficult.
Suddenly, he spotted an RPG launcher.
"Chef, organize an assault!"
"There are several people on the first floor, firmly guarding the entrance; I can't get in!"
"I'll help you!" Song Heping said, "You and White Bear get ready, and the soldiers from the Sword Battalion, have them cover you. When you hear the rocket from my side, charge!"
"Okay!"
The chef had long been stifled.
Song Heping had almost single-handedly cleared an entire building, and he couldn't even get through the door.
It was indeed too embarrassing!
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