Alas, the bodyguard's actions were not quicker than Song Heping's.
Bang, bang—
Following two gunshots, the opponent collapsed like a broken sack, losing all support and slumping onto the ground, breathless.
All the bodyguards had been cleared out.
Quiet returned to the dirt road, save for the sound of gunfire coming from the farm's direction.
"I didn't really kill him, did I..."
Song Heping started to cautiously approach the vehicles.
There was no need to check the pickup truck at the end of the convoy; by now, it was burning down to its fra, with everyone inside carbonized.
The second-to-last SUV.
The door was open, and at a glance, there was no one in the back seat.
Next ca the SUV in the second position of the convoy.
The doors were tightly shut, with the body of a bodyguard lying beside it.
Just from this, Song Heping knew Sayif was on board, and there was a high probability he hadn't died.
"Get out! Otherwise I'm shooting!"
Song Heping shouted towards the car in English, from an approximate distance of ten ters.
Seconds passed.
There was no response from inside the car.
Pretending not to understand English?
Or genuinely unfamiliar?
Song Heping raised his hand and fired three shots at the position of the car's tires.
The punctured tires deflated instantly, and the SUV sank downward.
This thod was very effective.
First, the rapid deflation or bursting of tires produced a loud noise, exerting pressure on those hiding inside the vehicle.
Second, it ensured that the people inside the car wouldn't be accidentally killed.
Bullets always possess the most convincing power.
"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"
Sure enough, an English voice with a Middle Eastern accent ca from the back seat of the SUV.
The voice was quite familiar.
He had heard it before when Angel used the hands-free call.
Sayif.
Song Heping's hanging heart finally settled.
He was alive.
"Co out! Raise your hands, open the door, and don't try anything funny!"
After Song Heping finished speaking, he waited two seconds, and when the door still didn't open, he fired two more shots near the location of the rear door trunk.
Bang, bang—
He didn't plan to give Sayif a chance to catch his breath.
Continuous pressure could cause the most vulnerable adversary to crumble under the strain, surrendering more quickly.
"Stop shooting! Stop shooting! I'm coming out, I'm coming out!"
Sayif wailed.
"I'm injured…"
The car door opened, and Sayif rolled out of the vehicle.
"Lie down, spread your hands and feet! Let see your hands clearly, or I'll blow you away with one shot!"
Sayif obediently did as told.
Song Heping switched handguns, went over and thoroughly searched the man, ensuring he had no weapons, then checked his wounds.
It was not bad, the guy's thigh had been hit by two steel balls, and there were no wounds on crucial parts of his body; it looked like the bodyguards on either side of him had blocked many steel balls during the explosion.
Song Heping pulled out Sayif's belt and tied him up tightly, then tore a piece of cloth to stuff into his mouth and secure it.
Just like that, Sayif beca a wrapped-up dumpling, completely immobilized.
Song Heping didn't dare to delay for a mont.
Because gunfire was still coming continuously from the direction of the farm.
It was clear that the cooks and their team hadn't dealt with the Suicide Squad yet.
He had to rush back to provide support.
Glancing at the few cars, Song Heping made a decision, lifted Sayif from the ground, carried him to the first pickup truck, threw him into the back seat like throwing a pig, then moved to the driver's side to drag the driver's body out.
After settling into the driver's seat, Song Heping realized that the entire windshield was peppered with holes, sprayed with the unlucky driver's blood everywhere; suddenly feeling sothing sticky under him, he reached down to find—a torn-out eyeball...
He had to flick the thing aside, then found a cloth to clean the windshield slightly before he could finally start the vehicle.
Fortunately, the vehicle could start, though the water temperature was a bit high, probably because the water tank was punctured by steel beads and leaking.
But with only two kiloters, none of these were a problem.
Song Heping turned the pickup around and sped back to the farm.
Before reaching the farm, Song Heping communicated with the chef and his team.
"Chef, how are you guys holding up?"
"There are too many of them! We're barely keeping them at bay! How about you? Did you catch the person?"
"Caught him, alive." Song Heping quickly reported his position and route: "I'm about to return to the farm via the northern dirt road in a white pickup. Make sure you don't shoot at . I'm going to enter from the north and hit them from behind!"
"Great! Hurry up! They have already broken through the farm!"
Song Heping didn't waste any words, he floored the accelerator and soon returned to the north entrance of the farm.
Everyone was distracted by the gunfire from other directions. Under their leader's command, the Suicide Squad mbers tried to encircle the chef and his team from both sides. At this ti, no one noticed Song Heping, and they were oblivious to the fact that the Grim Reaper had arrived behind them.
Song Heping parked the vehicle next to the farm's fence, jumped onto the truck bed, and picked up the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun to start shooting at the backs of every Suicide Squad mber in sight.
The bullets suddenly coming from behind caught the Suicide Squad mbers completely off guard.
With no cover at their rear, they were fully exposed to Song Heping.
Song Heping was ruthless, executing them like a firing squad.
The barrel of the gun quickly heated up, and so did Song Heping's heart. His eyes were bloodshot, and amid the roar of the Desheka Heavy Machine Gun, he lost count of how many Suicide Squad mbers he had killed.
The Suicide Squad mbers, caught in Song Heping's ambush, fell into complete disarray.
Their leader was cut in two by Song Heping's gunfire.
Without command, the offensive line built by the Suicide Squad mbers finally collapsed.
They began to flee.
They ran for their lives, disregarding all tactics of resistance.
But such flight was futile.
Caught between the chef and Song Heping's pincer movent, along with Queen's precise sniping from afar with the SVD, the farm quickly fell silent.
"Damn! Well done! Tonight, you are the bravest warrior in our team!"
The chef had already started with the praise.
"Stop blowing smoke, we don't have ti! Get down here and clear the area! Otherwise, we're all going to die here soon!"
Song Heping was not joking.
Because he knew that if they didn't hurry, once Thomas' n arrived, not one person from the rcenary Group would be able to leave alive!
"Ok, coming down now. Queen, keep watch from there. White Bear, Grey Wolf, Samir, the three of you follow to sweep the battlefield at the farm! Quick!"
Several of them erged from their hiding spots and dashed towards the farm.
Song Heping, however, didn't rush into the farm; instead, he imdiately took out the satellite phone and contacted Angel.
"Miss Angel, you can co over now."
"Now? Did you win? Did you capture Sayif?"
"All taken care of, co over quickly! Also, have you arranged the other matter I asked you to handle?"
"Everything is set! Don't worry!"
"Good, co to the farm imdiately, right now, without delay! If you still care about your reputation, hurry over!"
"No problem! Song, you're a real man!"
Even over the phone, Song Heping could discern the excitent in Angel's voice, that kind of adoration a female expresses towards a male.
At that mont, in the special operations command center of the Green Zone, Colonel Brown and Thomas were standing in front of the monitors.
The image was captured by a drone.
The whole farm was covered with bodies.
So buildings were burning fiercely.
The chef was leading his n in clearing the area.
The gunfire had ended.
After a while, Colonel Brown lifted his coffee cup, took a sip, and said, "Thomas, is this the scapegoat you brought in? A weak one at that..."
He used one hand to make a horn gesture above his head.
"A weak scapegoat?"
Thomas's face didn't look good, about as bad as soone with a three-day constipation.
"I admit I misjudged. This Song, he's far from simple."
He also picked up a paper cup and took a sip of coffee.
"But everything is about to co to an end. These people... they aren't worth the five million. Once the handover is complete, we'll get rid of them."
Colonel Brown coldly looked at Thomas: "You're darker than we are at ISA."
Thomas said, "To be honest, they don't bother ; killing them isn't particularly valuable. What we want is Sayif, it's just that..."
He reached up and touched his nose.
"For so reason, I have a strange intuition that I need to make sure they're taken out..."
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