Just when Song Heping thought his luck had finally run out and felt the chill in his heart, the sound of helicopter rotors ca from the sky.
In this situation, hearing the sound of a helicopter seed like the most beautiful sound in the world to him.
Without looking, he knew that reinforcents had arrived!
But he soon realized he was being too optimistic.
A strange buzzing noise ca from the sky.
"Fuck!"
Song Heping didn't even think about it, not even daring to hesitate for a re 0.01 seconds, as that would be disrespectful to his own life.
He didn't care what the Drug Lords and their Bodyguards would do next. What mattered was that he had to run for his life.
Because that buzzing sound was the noise of the electric motor spinning at high speed when a Gatling machine gun fires, and following that sound would co gunfire buzzing like bees.
Just as Song Heping leaped towards the drainage ditch at the edge of the parking lot, an orange-red line of fire descended from the sky, sweeping across the ground like the tail of a demon.
Countless dense Warheads rained down like droplets, hitting the bodies of those luxury cars.
So of those rcedes-Benz G's were customized bulletproof models that sparked wildly upon impact, while the non-bulletproof cars were penetrated instantly, the insides noisily popping and soon bursting into flas.
The Drug Lords, toughened from countless battles, cared no longer for Song Heping and scrambled into bulletproof vehicles.
The Bodyguards who failed to squeeze into bulletproof cars weren't so lucky.
Their feeble attempts at shooting up at the sky with submachine guns and pistols were utterly ineffective.
They were quickly turned into hornet's nests by the bullets, so even had their limbs severed by the dense gunfire as if by an electric saw.
Blood, flesh, brains...
Were scattered all around, flying through the air.
"Damn it all!"
Song Heping crawled into the ditch, not daring to raise his head.
Leave this place!
This was his only thought.
Had he been two seconds slower just monts ago, he would surely be a corpse now.
The drainage ditch was only 40 centiters wide and about thirty centiters deep, quite cramped but just enough for one person to fit in and crawl with a low profile.
As he crawled through the ditch, Song Heping thanked his old drill sergeant from his rookie days.
That Sergeant Chen was the fiercest in the platoon. Song Heping was in the first squad, and every ti the old Sergeant trained the new recruits in tactical crawling, he would stand by with a leather belt.
Any butt sticking up even slightly would get a lash, loud wails following.
Back then, there was even a dumbass who complained to the company commander about the squad leader hitting the soldiers. Thinking about it now, he truly should bring that stupid squad-mate here to get a taste and realize how important it is to keep a standard tactical posture on the battlefield, truly a lifesaving skill.
After crawling for a while, Song Heping felt safer as bullets no longer rained down.
He heard engine noises.
Carefully, he poked half of his head out from the ditch and saw several bulletproof rcedes-Benz speeding off towards the southwest side of the mansion.
That direction wasn't towards the main gate.
The only explanation was that this mansion definitely had more than one escape route.
As a Drug Lord who had been on the wanted list for many years, Shorty Joaquin's mansion certainly wouldn't have just one entrance.
Chaos erupted in the mansion at this mont.
Shorty's n were scrambling to organize defense and counterattacks.
Several mbers of the Sinoloa ran out from the buildings, shouldering a tube on their backs.
In the dark of night, Song Heping couldn't make out the model but was sure it was a man-portable air-defense missile.
Damn it!
They even had this kind of weaponry!
The reputation of the xican Drug Lords was well-deserved.
This was on par with paramilitary organizations.
No wonder these scumbags didn't even take the police seriously.
Whoosh—
With a flash of light, a man-portable air-defense missile was launched.
The helicopter hovering in the sky seed to notice the unusual activity on the ground and imdiately began to evade, climbing higher and making sharp maneuvers in an attempt to quickly move away from the airspace above the mansion.
The missile drew a beautiful arc in the sky, ultimately still hitting the helicopter's tail section.
The helicopter caught fire and spiraled down through the air.
The posture reminded Song Heping of a childhood prank: catching a dragonfly, plucking off its tail, and then letting it go.
A dragonfly without its tail would look much like this, unable to control its flying posture, like a headless fly.
Soon, the injured helicopter fell to the other side of the tree canopy.
Song Heping decided to leave this place.
It was too unsafe inside the manor.
The ground forces should have already started their attack by now.
It's just that the tracker was no longer on him.
The communication equipnt had been confiscated long ago.
In the middle of the night, he had to be extra cautious.
He now saw clearly the CIA's way of operating. Was this how their damn organization organized a raid?
Completely disregarding the fact that one of their own was inside.
The way the helicopter strafed the ground just now—it was as if they intended to annihilate him along with the drug traffickers.
Damn it, Kelly!
Cursing under his breath, Song Heping crawled out of the drainage ditch and sprinted into the woods, running wildly towards the direction outside the manor.
Very soon, he climbed over the manor's wall and looked to the right, where there was a concrete road leading to the main gate.
Song Heping rembered that there were a few street lamps on the concrete road.
He hurried towards the lights.
He had to find a well-lit place. The main assault was led by the CIA's "Watcher" squad, along with a DEA overseas squad, whose main force consisted of two battalions of Marine Corps from the xican governnt, with the Air Force and the like offering support.
The reason for not selecting from the police departnt was because here, you couldn't tell who was a thief and who was a soldier; many of the police were themselves complicit in the drug trafficking network.
Reaching the roadside, he saw several armored personnel carriers appearing far down on the concrete road, with several Marine Corps officers standing around. One of them was under a street lamp, yelling at the other officers: "I told you we have our own man inside, be careful when you attack! How could you just start shooting as soon as you arrived, FUCK! That could've sent our undercover agent to et God!"
Among the officers of the xican Marine Corps, a leading one was gesticulating, trying to explain that the helicopter had spotted people preparing to flee by the vehicle, which is why they fired in haste.
Song Heping quickly recognized that the person questioning the Sea and Land officers was Wilson, the captain of the squad that he once caught in Venezuela.
"Wilson!"
Song Heping shouted the other party's na, afraid it would not be heard, and quickly shouted again: "Wilson!"
Wilson was startled.
The surrounding Sea and Land soldiers pointed their guns at Song Heping.
Song Heping shouted: "It's Song!"
Wilson imdiately told the others to stand down: "Friendly!"
Then he rushed over in a hurry.
"You got out?!"
"FUCK!" Song Heping did not hold back, cursing out loud: "I was almost turned into a hornet nest by those people on the helicopter!"
Wilson apologized: "The xicans here are a bit on edge, so the job was a bit rough."
Then he asked: "How did you get out?"
"If I didn't run, would I be waiting for death?! Not killed by the drug traffickers, I would have been killed by the xicans!"
Saying this, he walked out to the roadside, where he saw that it was all Sea and Land's people, front and back.
"Has the villa been surrounded?"
He asked Wilson.
Wilson nodded: "Yes, it's surrounded. Not even a bird can get out."
Song Heping recalled the last scene he saw and reminded him: "When I left, I saw them running toward the southwest; I think there's an exit there."
"Southwest?"
Wilson returned to the car, took out a computer from his equipnt bag, opened it and called up the electronic map, pointing to a location and saying: "They can't get out to the southwest, we've deployed two platoons there, they'll definitely co under fire if they try to leave."
"They might not take the ground route, and they might not take the air route; what about underground?"
Without beating around the bush, Song Heping directly asked Wilson: "Give a set of gear."
Wilson called over one of his team mbers to get a spare set from the vehicle for Song Heping.
Then he asked: "You an they have tunnels?"
Song Heping said: "Do you think Shorty is a stupid pig? He's been on the run for so many years, do you think the place he lives wouldn't have a secret passage?"
"Then we have to attack quickly, otherwise if they leave through the secret tunnels, we're going to have a tough ti."
After saying that, Wilson hurriedly called over the commander of the xican Marine Corps and said to him: "Imdiately dispatch patrol squads to extend the security periter to ten kiloters. They might leave through underground tunnels."
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