Song Heping didn't waste a mont, starting to search the two bodies.
Everything scattered was turned over.
Wallets, IDs, weapons, ammunition, grenades…
Of course, this included the two n's concealed earpieces.
"Damn, even grenades…"
Holding the earpiece under the light, Song Heping smirked and said, "Top-notch gear…"
Having said that, he imdiately stuffed it into his ear.
As soon as he did, he heard a voice in the earpiece.
"…the target is definitely in the hotel. I got information that their car did not stop midway, and after entering the parking lot, the one in the room got out first, called Song Heping. The target got out later but sneaked into the hotel's green belt and wasn't seen again, probably entered the hotel through another entrance. Be careful, everyone…"
"There are more of them…"
Song Heping stuffed the items into his backpack, then stood up and headed toward the fire escape, stopping in front of the door before turning to head up to the fifth floor.
Along the way, he took out his phone and dialed Jimado's number.
"Song, where have you been? Why haven't you co up for so long?!"
"I'm in the building. Listen, we are being followed. There are assassins in the hotel. I just took out two of them by the elevator and behind the fire door," Song He said.
"What?!"
Jimado was very surprised and jumped out of his chair.
"Don't panic. You need to leave the hotel now, run. We'll connect later.'
Having said that, he had already reached the fifth floor.
After checking that the exit was secure, Song Heping opened the door and walked into the big corridor.
As soon as he stepped out, he heard gunshots.
Pop pop—
Followed by the faint sound of a rifle firing.
"Silencer!"
Song Heping realized sothing was wrong.
He imdiately rushed to the railing, looking down from the height towards the fourth floor.
On scanning, he indeed saw two assassins with G36C assault rifles equipped with silencers firing toward room 4112.
Song Heping estimated the distance.
Less than 50 ters.
He raised his gun and fired a series of shots at the assassin at the forefront.
Rapid fire of the handgun emphasized speed, then accuracy.
Song Heping was both accurate and fast!
The assassin's body splattered with countless blood spouts, with bullet holes appearing on his face, neck, and body.
After half a magazine was spent, the assassin was down on the ground.
The other assassin lifted his rifle and sprayed a burst of fire in Song Heping's direction.
Song Heping started moving.
He had a clear view of the surrounding scenery and environnt, knowing which angles could hit him and which couldn't.
He had it all figured out.
While moving, the corridor columns perfectly shielded his silhouette.
The bullets from the G36C struck the marble columns, crackling and sending chips flying everywhere.
Erging from behind the column, Song Heping resud firing at the assassin.
After a burst of fire, the other's bullets ran out.
During Song Heping's barrage, one bullet hit the other's upper arm.
That shot made the assassin lose the chance to change the magazine and he hurriedly retreated. While retreating, he did not forget to drag the body of his fallen comrade and both of them retreated into the room, slamming the door shut behind them.
Song Heping started sprinting, simultaneously changing to a new magazine as he ran.
Instead of circling back to the fourth floor via the fire escape, he ran along the top right side of the corridor on the fifth floor, then inserted his gun, vaulted over the railing, turned around, and caught the base railing with both hands, hanging mid-air.
Although it was just the fifth floor, a twenty-ter drop would certainly result in severe injuries, if not death.
A woman on the fifth floor, hearing the disturbance, ca out to see what was happening and caught a glimpse of Song Heping hanging beneath the railing, covering her mouth in shock and exclaiming, "MY GOD!"
At the sound of the woman's exclamation, Song Heping swung into the fourth-floor corridor, stood up imdiately without missing a beat, and headed towards the room occupied by the assassins, gun in hand.
Reaching the door, Song Heping tapped it with his foot, intentionally making a noise.
Gunshots imdiately erupted from inside.
Tap tap tap tap—
Tap tap tap tap—
Possibly because of intense nerves, or perhaps fear.
The assassin inside the room squeezed the trigger and fired at least a dozen bullets, turning the door into a beehive of bullets.
As he fired, Song Heping removed the silencer from his Glock 17. As soon as the gunfire subsided, he pressed the gun against the door and continuously pulled the trigger.
Pop pop pop pop pop pop—
Six bullets shot in.
He heard a dull thud from inside, possibly the sound of soone falling.
But Song Heping did not rashly kick the door in; instead, he fired several shots at the lock, completely destroying it.
He then kicked the door open using a back kick.
It swung open.
He grabbed a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it inside.
He pulled another grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it in.
He then waited by the door.
Boom——
Boom——
Two explosions in succession.
The door was blasted off its hinges.
Taking advantage of the unsettled dust, Song Heping ducked and charged in, firing blindly ahead.
The room was filled with the pungent sll of gunpowder, the dust from the explosion pervading the narrow space.
Once inside, Song Heping saw two bodies lying on the ground.
One of them was still slightly breathing, seemingly trying to lift a hand.
Without a word, he shot the assassin in the head again.
Bang, bang——
He had emptied the magazine.
Song Heping didn't bother to reload but instead switched to a new Glock 17, dashed to the bodies, and after confirming their death, he began to search them.
Cell phones, wallets, ammunition...
The sa old stuff.
After finishing his search, Song Heping turned and left.
Exiting the room, he quickly ran towards the door of room 4112.
Upon arrival, he saw the door open and Jimado lying at the entrance, the ground around him soaked with blood, but he was still alive.
Song Heping squatted down to check his injuries.
One look and he knew there was no saving him.
Shot in a critical area of the chest, the rate and volu of bleeding suggested a major blood vessel had been hit.
"...My business card in my pocket..."
Jimado weakly opened his mouth, struggling to even speak.
A gunshot wound to the lungs causes congestion, creating a sensation akin to drowning.
Song Heping pulled a blood-stained business card from his pocket, stuffed it into his own, and then took his cell phone.
With Jimado having no substantial luggage, Song Heping felt he had dealt with everything adequately, stood up, clenched his teeth, raised his gun, and gave Jimado two shots, sending him off.
He couldn't save Jimado.
But he couldn't bet that the man would definitely die either.
On the off chance he miraculously survived, was rescued by a hospital, and fell into the hands of the military, no one could guarantee he'd keep silent.
Especially since the deal hadn't concluded and Jimado knew the whereabouts of his three sets of SA-9 missiles.
Thus, any trace that could lead to him or the rchandise had to be eliminated.
After finishing, Song Heping turned around and left, just stepping out of the room when he saw a guy hastily coming from the direction of the elevator exit.
Their eyes t.
The man suddenly turned and ran into the fire escape, and it was then that Song Heping realized he might be the assassin's accomplice, hurriedly chasing after him.
He had to figure out which organization was after him.
Soon, Song Heping had reached the fire escape, seeing the man running downwards through the corridor.
Grinding his teeth, he followed closely behind, taking three or four steps at a ti down the stairs while cursing in his mind; he should have warned Jimado earlier to not use the main entrance and instead escape through the window to next door or to the lower floor for safety.
It was his oversight that led to all this.
Militants are just militants, untrained and always rushing headlong into danger; though fierce, they also die quickly.
The last remaining assassin was now terrified beyond asure.
The boss was dead...
The other companions were dead...
Their six-man top team, wiped out in the blink of an eye—five gone tonight...
He didn't even have the courage to turn back and shoot at Song Heping.
Is this even a human?
This is the Grim Reaper, damn it!
The boss must have taken on this dreaded operation from who knows where; years of a good reputation, all gone in an instant, life included.
In a matter of monts, the two had reached the ground floor.
Must say, the assassin still had good stamina.
He rapidly crossed the hotel lobby under the astonished gazes of all the guests and dashed out the left entrance, turning right into the long welco pathway leading to the parking lot and rear garden with its spa house, gym, and extensive greenery.
He hoped to use the vegetation there as cover to shake off Song Heping sooner.
The hotel was already in chaos.
Two ard n chasing each other within hotel boundaries, boldly crossing the lobby, would drive any normal guest mad.
As the assassin ran, he kept looking back to find Song Heping relentlessly pursuing him, which scared his soul out of him.
Reaching near the parking area, the assassin's pace gradually slowed as his stamina could not match Song Heping's He was struggling after reaching his lactic threshold.
Song Heping quickly caught up, charging like a wolf on the hunt, kicking between the man's left shin and heel.
The worst fear when running at high speed is losing balance, and Song Heping wasn't foolish enough to hurl his entire body at him.
In doing so, one risked getting injured oneself, and secondly, if the opponent had a weapon and managed to draw it during the embrace, the results would be severe.
As expected, the assassin, kicked on his left shin, lost balance instantly, screaming in agony as he fell face-first to the ground, scrapping off a large patch of skin, with blood spurting out.
Song Heping imdiately went over, employing common military capture techniques, quickly twisting the man's wrist backward, stepping into a horse stance on his back, pinning the assassin firmly to the ground.
"Don't move, or I'll take your life!"
Song Heping warned in English.
The assassin struggled a few tis, failed to break free, and finally gave up trying.
Just as Song Heping was taking the gun from his body and tossing it aside, he suddenly heard a strange noise coming from the distance...
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