Regarding that top-tier modified SVD sniper rifle, Mist ultimately refused to use it as a trade.
He knew that Vincent would not agree to do that.
Moreover, although he admired Song Heping, he was still just a rcenary after all.
As a mber of the Seal Team, a sense of pride secretly plagued his heart.
Song Heping was not in a hurry.
So things relied on destiny.
Just like today, when he desperately wanted to save Lieutenant Colonel Mandres, but ultimately couldn't.
Song Heping genuinely liked that rifle.
After all, it reminded him of a deceased friend—his sniping skills were taught by that very friend.
And that friend also had a similar SVD sniper rifle, also modified by himself.
"What are they up to?"
The Hunter, upon returning from outside, asked Song Heping in a low voice while turning his head to peek outside the tent.
He had encountered a Seal Team mber just leaving.
The Hunter glanced at his watch.
Nine o'clock at night.
Heading out at this ti seed a bit off.
"They're heading into the city."
Song Heping was maintaining his own weapons.
A weapon is a soldier's second life, a creed seared into Song Heping's very bones.
"Heading into the city at this ti?" The Hunter felt it was incredible: "Are they crazy?"
Song Heping said, "There is no normal person in the Special Forces."
The Hunter was startled for a mont, then burst into laughter.
He sat down on his bed, sipping a Coke.
He didn't need to maintain his Barrett today.
Because he hadn't fired a single shot.
"Do they want to lie in wait in the city?"
The Hunter, being a sniper himself, sat there, thought for a mont, and guessed the Seal's intentions.
Song Heping nodded, "Yes, they suffered greatly during the day; they believe that tactic simply doesn't work, so they've changed their approach."
"Not bad..." The Hunter said with a grin, "These fools finally got wise. The tactic during the day just ant waiting to be sniped, and even if they counter-sniped after one of theirs was killed, it's a one-for-one trade, which still puts Seal Team at a loss."
Song Heping finished assembling the last part, picked up the MK18 assault rifle, and tested the feel slightly. He perford a rough aim before hanging the gun beside his bed and picking up a towel to wipe his hands.
He looked up at the Hunter across from him: "I was thinking of going with them, but Vincent and the others refused ."
"Those arrogant guys..." The Hunter showed a scornful smile: "Always thinking they are the best. It's good you didn't go; entering the city at night is very dangerous. I hope they have good luck, otherwise, they'll have to call for support tonight."
Song Heping turned, dragged his large backpack from under the bed, and pulled out a laptop, then plugged it in to charge.
He then picked up the phone and called Ferrari.
"Song, calling so late, what happened?"
"There's sothing I need you to do."
"Tell ," Ferrari responded promptly.
Song Heping said, "Help find so information on Mosul's urban construction plans, preferably with the sewer network diagrams included."
Ferrari replied, "You always assign tough tasks."
Song Heping said, "How about you stop doing support and co to Mosul to join us in battle."
"Forget that," Ferrari quickly changed his tone: "I'm not good with guns. Okay, when do you need it by?"
"By nightfall tomorrow at the latest."
"That urgent?" Ferrari appeared sowhat troubled.
Song Heping said aningfully, "I know you can do it, if not, go find that lady..."
"Alright, enough said!" Ferrari curiously asked, "What do you need that stuff for?"
Song Heping didn't bother to explain: "Can't be bothered to explain now, just send it to my email once you get it."
After this, he hung up the phone.
"I'm stepping out for a bit." Song Heping tidied up the gun-cleaning tools on his bed and then got up and said to the Hunter, "Take care of the place."
"Sure."
The Hunter didn't even lift his head.
Song Heping walked out of the tent and headed straight toward the camp's command center.
Soon, he arrived at the command post, which was previously the office of Lieutenant Colonel Mandres.
The lights were bright in the command post, clearly indicating that the new commander, Major Lonnie, had not yet slept.
Naturally, there was no ti to sleep.
The operation during the day had been such a failure, writing a report on it seed a daunting task.
Moreover, as he temporarily acted as the camp commander, which also made him the operation's command officer for Zone 5, he had nurous issues awaiting his attention.
The operation exposed too many problems: coordination, cover, vigilance, among others, all had nurous flaws.
These were all for him, the newly appointed officer, to identify and rectify.
"Major, may I co in?"
Song Heping stood at the entrance of the tent, peeking inside.
Major Lonnie sat at the desk, scratching his head. He looked up and saw that his visitor was Song Heping, slightly surprised.
He recognized this person.
The rcenary leader, essentially a contractor, whose current primary role in the operation was to assist the Seal Team in clearing out the city's snipers.
However, looking at the day's events, it seed the city's snipers had not taken much damage; they even killed Lieutenant Colonel Mandres.
This was a humiliation for the US Army, so naturally, Lonnie did not have much liking for these rcenaries. In his view, the military's high command signing contracts with these so-called military contractors was nothing more than a way to launder profit.
"Is there sothing you need from ?"
Major Lonnie continued to look down at his docunts; he didn't even invite Song Heping to sit down.
Not minding the discourtesy, Song Heping went straight to Lonnie's desk and got straight to the point, "I am here to ask for your help, Major."
"Help?"
Although Song Heping was very polite, Lonnie still felt annoyed.
He impatiently frowned, looked up at Song Heping standing before him, and said, "I have a lot going on here. I don't have ti to help you—focusing on your own work is more important than anything else."
Major Lonnie had stopped just short of saying "stay where it's cool" and thought by not evicting him, he had shown Song Heping ample respect.
Song Heping said, "Major, I am asking for your help with official business, about the Hunter mission in Mosul. I need so intelligence."
"You want intelligence?"
This ti, Lonnie couldn't hold back anymore.
He threw down his pen and stood up.
Being quite tall, Major Lonnie was a head taller than Song Heping. He walked around the desk and ca directly in front of Song Heping, looking down at him with a condescending posture, "What information do you want?"
Song Heping did not beat around the bush, nor did he show any fear; he openly said, "Today's operation reports from all sectors—every sector's operation reports."
Lonnie froze for a mont like a statue, then laughed sarcastically, "Are you insane?! Can these pieces of intelligence be given to you? Who do you think you are?!"
He pointed towards the door, becoming irrational, "Get out! Get out of here! Don't waste my ti!"
As far as Major Lonnie was concerned, the contractor before him had indeed gone mad.
The operation reports from all sectors today did exist.
But they were at the operations headquarters, and this location was only a regional division.
Even if he wanted it himself, he would have to apply to his superiors for approval before he could get them, and also clarify their use.
Because these were strictly military secret docunts.
Song Heping, being a contractor, daring to request these classified docunts from the military?
Who did he think he was?
Song Heping, looking at the fuming Lonnie before him, seed to have anticipated this outco.
He waited for Lonnie to finish his outburst before he coolly said, "Major, I only said it was for official purposes. If you think you can't provide them, that's fine. However, let leave you with this—if you really want to kill the 'Hunter,' the Mosul Reaper, maybe I am your only hope."
Lonnie burst into laughter, it was an angry laughter.
Toward the end, he pointed and said, "Let say it one more ti—get out!"
Song Heping didn't prattle on; he turned and walked toward the door. At the door, he looked back and said, "Major, you will co looking for ."
With that, he stepped out and disappeared outside the door.
Back in his own tent, Song Heping took out his notebook and several sheets of A4 paper, turned on his computer, and started working on it as diligently as a schoolboy doing his howork.
Outside the tent, the cook was counting stars and drinking beer with the other team mbers.
"The boss just went to the camp headquarters, did you know that, cook?"
Samir asked quietly.
"I just ca back from the convenience store, had no idea," the cook replied.
Curiosity sprang up on the cook's face.
"What was he doing at the camp headquarters?"
"Don't know, I thought you might know," said Samir.
The cook glanced toward the tent, his face filled with even more doubt.
"What do you think he was busy with?"
He threw a glance at Grey Wolf.
"Go and check it out."
"Why ? Why don't you go check?" Grey Wolf asked.
Using a cold coke can to soothe his jaw that Vincent had punched earlier, the cook made up a sloppy excuse, "My whole jaw hurts, I can't speak clearly... it hurts every ti I talk..."
Grey Wolf spat and said, "Damn it, cook, you're just making excuses."
Despite his words, his actions were honest.
Grey Wolf was also very curious about what Song Heping was doing.
So, he got up and entered the tent.
Everyone was peeking secretly.
Watching Grey Wolf stand behind Song Heping for a full five minutes, asking this and that, before finally walking out of the tent to rejoin everyone.
"How did it go? Did you find out?" the cook asked very nosily.
Grey Wolf said, "He was drawing maps, by hand and on the computer, like maps of Mosul, but he had made several markings, maybe just as he said during the day—it's a sniper's terrain sketch map. I also saw him make a range card."
"Could it be that Boss plans to personally take on the role of a sniper to take down the Mosul Reaper?" the cook's eyes lit up incredulously.
He recalled that Song Heping had ntioned his "modest" understanding of sniping and his ability to hit a target at 1400 ters with an SVD sniper rifle.
At the ti, it seed like Song Heping was bragging.
Thinking about it now.
Song Heping has never really bragged about anything unjustly.
Everything he had boasted of had co true.
Then it definitely cannot be called bragging.
Could he really do it?
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The various types of sniper maps drawn by Song Heping ntioned earlier will not be disclosed by our military, but let's disclose so from the US military.
For example, the type Song Heping drew was this kind of simplified terrain map, marking so important battlefield information—
And this type:
There are many types of sniper's range cards, like the one across the river, derived from the US Special Forces—
And like the range card of the US Marine Corps snipers—
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