Close combat with a significantly stronger opponent is the most fearso, for there is no room for maneuver -- it's a brute force clash.
Song Heping was at a considerable disadvantage in terms of physique and strength, yet he wouldn't be overwhelmingly outmatched in grappling skills since the training he had undergone was incomparable to his adversary's.
mbers of the Special Forces sotis don't appear very muscular, but their explosive power is quite shocking.
Song Heping, with the speed of lightning, slamd his head forward brutally against the other person's nasal bridge, the crisp sound of breaking bones accompanied by a painful scream erupted simultaneously.
The muscular man in front of him cried out from the pain, loosening his grip slightly.
Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping forcefully pressed the barrel of the gun slightly above the temple on the opponent's right side, then without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.
Bang—
With the sharp report of the gun, had he not been wearing noise-cancelling headphones, such close-range gunfire would have surely burst Song Heping's eardrums.
Blood and bone fragnts sprayed from the left cheek of the towering Sinoloa mber and, due to the proximity, splashed onto Song Heping's face as well, the pungent sll of blood mixed with the gunpowder from the Glock Pistol.
A sense of exhilaration from the killing inexplicably surged within Song Heping.
Having dealt with the one whose head had been blown off, Song Heping didn't stop; he quickly fired two more shots at another Sinoloa mber lying on the ground shot several tis yet still breathing, only then did he start searching the room.
Unfortunately, the room was devoid of anything valuable; no tunnels, no chanisms, it was a fruitless search.
Song Heping had no choice but to return to the corridor. The temperature outside was rising higher and higher, signaling that the fire was spreading, and soon the main structure of the mansion would be engulfed in flas.
He must act quickly!
There was only ti to quickly locate those drug lords.
He dashed out of the corridor, heading towards the central part of the H-shaped building.
Approaching the center of the house, Song Heping saw a xican Marine lying on the ground, barely alive.
He quickly crouched down to check the man's wounds, but the situation was dire; there was barely any breath left in him.
He had suffered head wounds from a blast during the firefight. Though the helt provided so protection, many shrapnel fragnts had penetrated through the cheeks and neck areas still; pressing on his carotid artery was the only thing that had kept him going until now.
With injuries of this severity, there wasn't much Song Heping could do; he tore open a first-aid kit, bandaged him up, and while doing so, shouted, "dic! dic!"
The Marine looked at Song Heping with eyes full of a yearning for life.
But this was no ga; there were no respawns or do-overs.
Song Heping was powerless and figured the man only had three minutes left to breathe, at most.
He could only carry him to a relatively safe corridor, then inford Captain Wilson over the radio to send soone for a rescue.
After completing all this, Song Heping stood up and continued searching for the entrance to the tunnel.
Back on the previous path, Song Heping slowly advanced towards the area of his suspicion.
Next to a door, Song Heping threw in a Shock Bomb, waiting for the blast before swiftly breaching.
The room seed to be a study, with huge bookshelves on two walls, reaching all the way to the ceiling and filled with thick volus of works by famous scientists and philosophical books by historical figures.
Song Heping imdiately sensed sothing off about the room.
For a Drug Lord like Joaquin, who had barely received proper education, who the hell would stack such enormous bookshelves full of books in their study?
Claiming it was an attempt to appear refined didn't make sense either; it would be more fitting to the taste of the Sinoloa Group boss to hang valuable art and luxury goods instead.
Sure enough, after inspecting the bookshelf, Song Heping spotted sothing fishy.
One of the bookshelves seed loose; Song Heping pushed it from one side, and to his surprise, the bookshelf slid to the opposite side.
It was a secret door!
Indeed, every kingpin of a criminal organization inevitably has escape routes on their premises -- no exceptions.
Escaping was always the top priority to consider!
Song Heping imdiately stepped aside; he wanted to go in but thought better of it.
"Wilson! Co to the central study, I've found the tunnel!"
"Really?!"
"Yes, seriously! Send soone over quickly!"
"Right away!"
Wilson acted quickly, and soon the entire Watcher squad had arrived.
Everyone surveyed the entrance for a mont, then Wilson gestured, and three Watcher squad mbers threw Shock Bombs inside and advanced with bulletproof shields.
Song Heping stood aside, watching, and cautioned, "Watch out for trap mine devices inside!"
These Watcher squad mbers were all top-notch; actually, Song Heping's reminder was sowhat superfluous as they proceeded with great caution.
But being careful results in slowness.
Soon, reports from the search team ca through the channel: "Trap mine devices found. There are a lot of explosives set up here; we must disarm them."
"How long will it take?" Wilson asked.
"I don't know..."
The leader of the search team answered very honestly: "We have no idea how many trap mine devices there are; so far, we have found two."
"Disarm them as quickly as possible, but also pay attention to safety!"
Although Wilson issued the urgent command,
He also knew that disarming trap mines is inherently very risky.
Most of the ti, trap mines are not ant to be disassembled but to be cleared with controlled demolition.
To disarm – that's just a flashy trick in movies.
When encountering real trap mines and explosives, you'd use a block of TNT to detonate them rather than manually disarming them – nobody likes to gamble with their lives or take such risks.
However, you cannot detonate and disarm in the tunnels, as it might collapse the tunnel and make it impossible to track down the quarry.
The tunnel belonging to Joaquin was actually dug by Balrot.
As the king of underground smuggling, controlling nurous underground passages at the US-xico border, Balrot was, of course, a professional at digging tunnels.
He had trap mine devices installed along a considerable length at the entrance and also designed a detonation system; once they left the tunnel to the surface, the system would activate, blowing up the entire tunnel, leaving no way for anyone to track him through it.
"Ten minutes have passed..."
Wilson paced back and forth in the study, continuously checking his watch.
Song Heping pondered on the side.
Suddenly, he said: "We can't wait like this any longer!"
After speaking, he turned around and left the house.
"Where are you going?!" Wilson asked in surprise.
"We don't have ti for tracking through the tunnel; it's impractical!"
Without looking back, Song Heping walked away.
"You all stay here and keep watch! Stay alert!"
Wilson gave instructions to his n and then went after him.
He felt that Song Heping must have had an idea.
But he had no idea what thod Song Heping had thought of.
Song Heping returned to the front courtyard garden.
By now, there were over forty mbers of the Sinoloa who had surrendered, all had laid down their arms, and were bowing their heads, facedown on the ground.
Song Heping walked over and stood in front of them, shouting: "I have a question for you, which one of you holds the highest position in the organization?"
The gang mbers lying on the ground looked at each other, no one made a sound.
Of course, no one would make a sound.
That would be equivalent to betraying one's associates.
There are rules in the gang, and drug trafficker organizations have very harsh rules too.
Betraying associates is one of the most despicable acts.
Song Heping didn't say anything further; he drew his Glock Pistol and went straight towards the gang mber lying at the very front.
The surrounding xican Marines were stunned, no one managed to react in ti to stop Song He.
Bang—
A shot was fired, and the first guy's brains and blood were scattered all over the ground, dead on the spot.
Wilson, who had just arrived at the scene, exclaid: "Song! Have you lost your mind?! What are you doing!"
The xican Marines finally ca to their senses, raising their guns at Song Heping.
Seeing this, Wilson turned around and scolded the Marines: "Put down your guns, have you gone mad too?!"
The gang mbers on the ground were shivering with fear.
Song Heping walked up to the second gang mber, his gun also pointed at his head.
"I'll ask again, who among you holds the highest position in the group," he shouted in Spanish, "If you can't hear clearly, I'll say it once more, but there's only one chance each ti—who is the highest-ranking person here?!"
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