Mercenaries, I Will Be King Chapter 452 - 398: Make a Prompt Decision

Song Heping pulled down his night vision goggles and then peered at the small red building.

The building was now in complete chaos.

Rapid footsteps and various screams could be heard.

At this mont, bodyguards and ard mbers on the second and third floors had started to appear in the corridors and on the balconies.

The sound of explosions and gunshots had caused so panic.

But the thought of their nurical superiority soon bolstered their courage.

The first guy to rush out onto the balcony hadn't even had the chance to raise his gun before Hunter's bullet had pierced through his chest.

Then, those who popped their heads out from different positions all received the "gifts" of 7.62 caliber bullets sent by Hunter.

"Sniper!"

Inside the building, a Seal Team mber responsible for Joyce's safety shouted to stop those scurrying around.

In his eyes, these guys were nothing but Boy Scouts.

They sward at the slightest thing, either shrinking back or charging forward.

Surely there were snipers outside, rushing out was simply courting death.

"Find cover!"

"Rock, inform the nearby ard forces imdiately, have them send support!"

He made a quick judgnt.

Although the enemy was fiercely ard.

And they had cleared the periter in a very short ti, it was clear they were formidable.

But the gunshots had told him that there were not many of them.

If they held their position, they could defend this building.

Just as long as the call for reinforcents got through, the barracks of the nearby civilian organization would quickly dispatch rescue forces.

The advantage of ti was on their side.

"OK! OK! I know, I've already called! Sari!"

The other Seal Team mber, Rock, was experienced and did not imdiately go out to intercept the enemy upon hearing the gunfire, but instead chose to call for imdiate support.

This was the most secure approach.

Recklessly risking one's life was not the style of a veteran soldier.

Upon hearing that a call for reinforcents had been made, Sari felt sowhat reassured, turned back to Joyce, who was crouching under a table, and said, "SIR, don't go out, stay here."

After speaking, he crouched down and, walking like a duck, moved to the door to peek out at the corridor.

He saw that the entire corridor was filled with Batchai's n crouching along the walls and a few bodyguards brought by Master Long.

Suddenly, Sari felt sothing was amiss, frowned, and shouted to the people outside, "What are you all crowding here for, get into the staircase, defend the stairs!"

At that mont, holding the staircase to prevent the enemy from coming up was the best strategy.

All these people lined up and crouched here like a nest of rats huddled together: although the walls provided cover, having windows just above their heads was not safe from hand grenades.

But his warning was a bit late.

As soon as he finished speaking, Sari heard a strange, piercing whistling sound.

Sothing screeched as it flew in this direction.

"RPG!"

He recognized the sound of the weapon and turned to dive back into the room.

Boom—

A rocket-propelled grenade shattered the glass and shot in, striking directly against the wall.

The explosion sent shrapnel flying in all directions.

The corridor was filled with bodyguards and the ard n of Batchai, many of whom were hit by the fragnts, emitting pig-like screams; it was suddenly like hell.

On a distant hill, Jing Wengui loaded another rocket grenade into the RPG launcher.

This weapon was originally placed in the vehicle to be used when retreating to block the pursuers.

Song Heping realized that too many people had co, so he had Jing retrieve it from the car, and now it was being put to use here.

Whoosh—

The second rocket grenade was quickly fired.

A burst of fla exploded at the third floor of the small red building.

In total, six rocket grenades, Jing Wengui emptied them all.

After a round of fierce bombing, smoke billowed everywhere from the small red building, and a curtain on the third floor caught fire, igniting.

"We're going in."

Song He had been counting the number of rocket grenades, and after hearing the explosion of the sixth one, he launched another assault.

"Grey Wolf, keep an eye out, pay attention to identifying lights! We'll et inside the building, move quickly, I reckon they have already sent out a request for help by now, we have at most 40 minutes."

All participants in the action had IR lights on them.

These devices are clearly visible under night vision goggles.

Attached to the body or helt, they help differentiate friend from foe during face-to-face encounters, preventing accidental injuries.

Having said that, Song Heping made a hand signal to Disaster Star.

Disaster Star set up the PKM machine gun on the hood of the off-road vehicle and began to fire wildly at the building again.

Song Heping advanced in line with the trajectory, quickly crossing the front yard and arriving at the front door of the ground floor.

The door was typical of villa-style main entrances, thick and made of aluminum alloy.

Song Heping swiftly took out C4, placed it on the lock, inserted the detonator, and hid on one side before pressing the detonation button.

Boom——

The doorway was blown open.

Song Heping didn't rush in; instead, he threw a hand grenade inside before breaching.

By this ti, Disaster Star had stopped firing, rushed forward with the machine gun, and followed Song Heping into the building.

Upon entering, the two began firing to the left and right inside the building.

There were no important figures on the first floor.

The second floor was their eting hall.

This information had been gathered from prior reconnaissance.

Therefore, the first floor was a free-fire zone.

In the darkness, Song Heping watched through his night vision goggles as all the objects inside the house glowed slightly green, a scene that montarily took him back to the "Horror House" training from years ago.

His entire body was in a state of high excitent.

The lobby on the ground floor was spacious.

After a burst of gunfire, it had completely quieted down.

"Reloading!"

Song Heping called out the alert and moved behind Disaster Star.

Disaster Star took the lead, continuing to shoot around the area.

With fewer n, they relied on firepower to compensate.

Regardless of whether or not there were people in the rooms, they first suppressed the enemy with intense gunfire to prevent them from moving.

To return fire in a hail of bullets required not only courage but also accurate shooting.

Indeed, eventually, an ard militant hiding behind an altar could not hold back any longer. He appeared with his gun, revealing half his body, trying to kill Disaster Star.

Song Heping had just finished reloading and imdiately filled the gap, raising his arm and unleashing a burst that pinned the militant against the tiled wall, also cutting down the deity statues on the altar, which collapsed to the ground.

In the vision of the night vision goggles, splattered blood didn't have the visual impact of dayti; it looked like a pool of liquid splashing open without a clear color.

Therefore, in such a situation, there was no psychological burden in killing.

After the gunfire sweep was done, Song Heping patted Disaster Star's shoulder, "Left side, clear it."

After speaking, he didn't even look at Disaster Star and went on with his gun to the right side of the ground floor.

One had to admit, the small red building was indeed large.

Land here was not very expensive.

For Batchai, purchasing one or two acres of land was as simple as buying a few greens from the market.

Song Heping walked past a sofa to see two guys lying on the floor, breathing their last breaths.

He didn't care whether they were completely dead or not, he pressed down with the barrel of the gun, gave one of them a shot in the head, and continued moving forward.

Disaster Star also kept on with his rifle.

On a hill in the distance, Hunter and Jing Wengui watched as from the pitch-dark small red building ca the sounds of gunshots—ping ping pong pong—with the occasional flash of muzzle fla.

The two stared intently at the outskirts; they needed to control the scene to ensure that no one from inside the building could pop their head out.

After the two had cleared the lobby, Grey Wolf's team also arrived.

They t up on the first floor.

Song Heping pointed in the direction of the stairs, and the others understood his aning.

Song Heping, with his gun ready, led the way, with each team positioned on one side of the staircase, slowly advancing forward.

Around the corner, an ard militant appeared, but before he could fire, Song Heping shot him in the head.

The bullet directly pierced the poor man's forehead and brow, flipping off the back of his skull, causing him to crash into a wall and slump down without any struggle, dead instantly.

However, the distance was so close that Song Heping's face was splattered with blood and unidentified matter, obstructing the night vision goggles.

This was very dangerous.

Song Heping imdiately called out in a low voice, "Vision impaired, switch!"

He then moved to the back of the team, letting Disaster Star take the lead.

As Song Heping was cleaning the night vision goggles, a guard on the second floor suddenly shot a gun from above the stairs—this guy didn't dare show his head and tried to blind fire!