Franklin was riddled with bullets before he even hit the ground and plunged into the bushes next to him, struggling a few tis and then moving no more.
Having hit Franklin, Song Heping quickly got up, intending to reposition.
This place was definitely not safe anymore.
He could almost guess what tactics his adversary would use against him.
Franklin was just a decoy.
The enemy was down to two people.
To act this way indicated a level of desperation, ready to risk a life just to take him down.
This ant the Green Berets' last man must have already been taking another route to outflank him from both sides.
The Green Beret he had just killed served only to distract him, ensuring he did not leave the ambush spot before the adversary could position themselves.
That much was clear from the enemy's deliberate choice to stay hidden behind trees.
But they hadn't anticipated Song Heping's grenade throws to be so eerily unpredictable and incredibly accurate.
He had forced them into the open and got the upper hand.
As Song He got up and tried to survey his surroundings, he glimpsed a figure darting past to his left and instantly cursed "Damn it" in his mind, retreating toward a large tree without a second thought.
But he was still a half step too slow.
Jas was already in position.
His chest burned with boundless fury.
An eight-man squad was now almost completely wiped out.
The unforeseen severity of their losses had long since driven the seasoned Green Beret Colonel to blind rage.
Life and death didn't matter anymore.
Not at all.
Killing Song Heping was all that mattered.
Even if it ant dying alongside Song Heping, Jas wouldn't hesitate, not even blinking an eyelash.
Pop pop pop—
Pop pop pop—
Jas didn't bother with any tactical evasion, simply shooting as he closed in.
The distance between them was barely over twenty ters.
Song Heping felt a fierce jolt in his palm and a hamr-like blow on his chest.
He imdiately realized he had been shot.
Retreating behind the tree, he checked his chest.
Luckily, the bulletproof plate had stopped two bullets.
He exhaled a long breath of relief.
Hearing Jas's continuous gunfire getting closer, Song Heping wanted to return fire.
But as he raised his arm, he noticed sothing was off.
Looking down, he was stunned.
The MK18 rifle in his hand had been struck by two bullets, the warheads directly deforming the casing and jamming the bolt—rendering it inoperable for shooting.
Reaching for his pistol, he then rembered it had been lost earlier.
"Motherfucker..."
Song Heping's heart was bitter.
This was it.
He was out of options.
His only weapon was an M249 light machine gun three or four ters away.
Forget that distance—even half a ter was too risky. The enemy had him in their sights, continuously firing as they advanced. Any exposure would undoubtedly result in him being shot, no question about it.
At this distance, he absolutely couldn't challenge the shooting precision of a Green Beret.
"What to do... What to do..."
Countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
In the blink of an eye, Song Heping made a decision.
It was a do-or-die situation.
There was nothing left to say.
Life or death, it was now or never.
He took cover behind the tree, bullets continuously striking the trunk.
Jas was suppressing Song Heping, looking for a chance to move in and engage in close combat.
Song Heping's heart pounded as if it were about to burst from his chest.
Yet, he was still calculating the enemy's magazine capacity.
At last, he heard the sound of Jas's rifle jamming due to an empty magazine, the gunfire pausing just five ters or so from the large tree.
"Now's the ti!"
Without a word, Song Heping leapt from behind the tree, slashing out with his survival knife like a lightning bolt.
A dark streak targeted Colonel Jas's face.
The throw was pinpoint precise, ruthlessly aid.
The success or failure of this move would decide it all!
If it struck, Jas wouldn't be left dead, he'd be maid.
As Jas was swiftly switching to his pistol to continue firing, he noticed the survival knife flying straight at him. Instinctively, he raised his hand to block.
Shhh—
The combat knife pierced directly into Jas's palm.
"FUCK!"
He roared in agony.
His right hand was impaled, but it didn't slow him down or disrupt him at all.
His left hand took hold of the pistol, and he instantly aid it at Song Heping.
Now it was Song Heping's turn to feel as if thousands of wildebeests were stampeding through his mind.
His scalp went numb on the spot.
The muzzle was less than five ters away.
At that distance, even a recruit could hit the target.
Fortunately, as top-tier operatives, Song Heping reacted almost instantly, darting behind another tree to take cover.
Pop—
The first bullet struck the tree trunk.
Jas couldn't believe he had failed to kill his target from such close range!
This bastard...
He roared like a wounded beast, charging forward to finish off Song Heping behind the tree.
Song Heping had no way to retreat; he could only hide.
However, after his initial knife throw failed to take down Jas, he had quickly made a new judgnt.
Jump into the river.
That's right.
The river was just ten ters away.
Only ten ters.
As long as he could avoid three more tis, he would be able to jump into the river.
The river flowed very swiftly, not only carrying him swiftly downstream but also allowing him to avoid bullets by diving below the surface.
Bullets lose their lethality once they enter the water.
Pop—
Jas kept firing.
Song Heping darted from one tree to the next.
The distance between the two n was only about three to five ters.
But Jas found that he just couldn't hit Song Heping.
The man was as nimble as a gazelle, always making a sharp turn just when Jas, the hunting cheetah, thought he was about to catch him, causing Jas to crash and burn.
The two n had engaged in several exchanges in less than three seconds—one shooting, the other dodging.
Song Heping had no courage to rush at Jas and engage in hand-to-hand combat.
A charge from three to five ters away was as good as suicide, better to evade than confront.
Jas realized that even holding a gun, he was helpless against a man with bare hands. A desire to devour the man surged within him, wishing he could just pounce on Song Heping and tear him to shreds!
But Song Heping never gave him the chance. After a few evasions, he found the right mont and leaped into the turbulent river.
"Damned bastard!"
Jas rushed to the riverbank and emptied his magazine towards the spot where Song Heping was causing splashes.
By this ti, the colonel was completely blinded by rage.
He had only one thought—kill Song Heping!
So, without a second thought, he threw his gun and took a fish-like leap, plunging into the river after him.
After swimming underwater for a distance, Song Heping surfaced and looked back, finding Jas after him like a beast hungry for flesh, barely ten ters behind.
Song Heping quickly dove back under.
When he surfaced again, he found that Jas was desperately closing in but not firing at him.
He then realized the man had truly gone mad.
He had actually thrown everything away and jumped into the water, intending to catch and kill Song Heping with his bare hands.
Realizing his opponent was unard, Song Heping was no longer frightened.
Allowing himself to float on the surface, he extended his hand towards Jas and flipped him the middle finger.
"FUCK YOU!"
He wore a look of scornful amusent.
It was precisely when Song Heping flipped off Jas that he suddenly noticed a sinister grin on Jas's face.
Song Heping sensed sothing was off, as the current next to him seed to intensify.
He spun around and saw that less than ten ters in front of him, there was a cliff.
No.
To be exact, it was a waterfall.
"God, are you kidding ..."
Song Heping desperately tried to swim towards the shore.
But it was too late.
The current here was too strong.
No matter how he struggled, the rushing water remorselessly pushed him to the brink of the waterfall.
Amidst his screams, he plumted like a weight, crashing heavily into the pool below the waterfall.
The impact starred his vision and scrambled his senses, sending him sinking straight to the bottom.
After gulping a mouthful of water, he finally ca to his senses and quickly swam towards the surface.
The sound of the waterfall cascading down was like thunder, and the mist around was thick and swirling.
Song Heping had struggled greatly to swim to the edge of the pool and had just turned around to check on Jas's whereabouts.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned, a towering shadow pounced on him like a mountain, toppling him just as he had managed to prop up half of his body.
A flash of cold light flickered in the shadow's hand, stabbing directly towards Song Heping's throat.
It was Jas!
This guy had actually followed him in jumping off the waterfall, regardless of his own life.
Song Heping instinctively reached out to block and felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand; a cold object had pierced through his palm, and at the sa ti, there was a pain in his chest as the tip of a knife pierced into it.
The position of the stab was extrely tricky, just a bit above the bulletproof vest—if it went in, it would be just as fatal.
The intense pain jolted Song Heping into action; unable to care about the pain, he grabbed the knife handle and pushed hard outward.
The sharp tip of the knife slid out from the flesh, and the sight of the minced flesh and blood on the serrated edge was unbearable to witness. The severe pain from his palm caused him to roar involuntarily.
"Ahhhh—"
Jas pressed down on the knife handle with a twisted smile on his face.
He wanted to see Song Heping die to quell the hatred in his heart!
Song Heping desperately pushed away the combat knife, but Jas clearly did not want to let him succeed. He mustered all his strength to press down, and the knife tip slowly aid again for Song Heping's throat.
It hurt so much!
Song Heping was truly in pain!
The extre agony almost made him pass out!
The vendetta from Jas's previous stab was now returned tenfold.
But the intense pain made Song Heping suddenly beco clearheaded in an instant. His gaze fell on the wound on Jas's hand.
That was made by his survival knife just now. When it was pulled out, this guy must have been in a lot of pain too...
"Go to hell!!"
Colonel Jas's bloodthirsty and violent voice entered his ears.
"Go to hell yourself!" Song Heping cursed, his fingers harshly digging into the wound on Jas's backhand.
"Oww—"
It was Jas's turn to scream in agony.
He winced, and his grip weakened. Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping forcefully brought up his knee, slamming it hard into Jas's groin.
This was a man's weakness, the greatest point of pain...
"Oww—"
Jas was in so much pain that his eyes nearly bulged out.
His voice was distorted.
With Jas's agonized screams, Song Heping flipped over violently, tossing Jas to one side.
He imdiately rose to his feet, grabbed the combat knife still embedded in his palm, and with gritted teeth, pulled it out forcefully.
Hiss—
A jet of blood spurted out; the knife had been removed.
Song Heping recoiled from the pain, stepping back several paces, but he quickly took off his field scarf and wrapped it tightly around his palm.
Jas also recovered his strength and shakily stood up.
He stared intently at Song Heping in front of him.
Song Heping stared back just as intently.
They both had injuries, both on their hands.
They looked at each other, and Jas finally saw his adversary clearly, hissing with clenched teeth, "China People?"
With a cold laugh, Song Heping responded, "That's right, the nesis of the Aricans."
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