Song Heping made fine adjustnts to his scope, searching for Curtis among the convoy.
The flas were intense.
Several vehicles had already erupted into fierce blazes.
Such flas were a disadvantage for night-ti sniping, affecting the aim to so extent.
A few people erged from the third pickup truck, but were quickly sward by ard militants.
Song Heping couldn't make out which one was Curtis in the flickering light under the night conditions in such a short ti.
Especially since Curtis was now dressed exactly like those Ata militants, with absolutely no distinction.
"I can't see him!"
"He's surrounded!"
"Damn it! I just need a second! He just has to show his head for a second!"
"Is it possible to shoot through the person in front of him?!"
"It's worth a try, but the bullet trajectory can't be guaranteed!"
Since it's impossible to identify the target by attire and appearance, the only other thod is to analyze their positioning.
VIP guards typically encircle the protected individual in the middle.
These Ata militants might not have undergone professional guard training, but human subconscious behavior is consistent.
Under the command of their leader, Damir, they are using their nurical superiority to firmly surround Curtis.
Damir fully understands the value of Curtis.
He cannot allow Curtis to die.
Otherwise, he would not be able to explain himself to his superiors.
"Push through! Up the slope! Into the forest!"
He yelled hysterically, waving his hands and directing his n.
"They are far away, we are only ten ters to the forest on the slope! Push through!"
Of course.
Damir is indeed the ssenger chosen by Brother Deng.
Compared to the ordinary Ata mbers, he has better command skills, is shrewder and more quick-witted.
In the face of ergencies, Damir is far more calm than the average person.
This is also why for many years he has stayed by Laden's side, earning appreciation and trust.
Under his command and encouragent, all Ata mbers suddenly realize that there's only one sniper.
He cannot kill everyone in a short amount of ti.
And they have more than thirty people.
Even with single shots, he cannot take down ten people in those ten ters.
And the rest will have a chance at life.
A flock of sheep led by a lion becos a pride of lions.
Ata militants huddled close together, surrounding Curtis.
To this day, they have not been able to pinpoint Song Heping's exact position.
But they are sure it's roughly in the direction of their right flank.
Curtis is surrounded by a dozen people, dashing toward the roadside with layers of protection.
Crack—
The zipping noise that bullets make as they fly by is terrifying.
Curtis is not unfamiliar with this sound.
An outlying Ata militant falls.
"Charge! Charge! Charge!"
Damir's shouts still echo on the mountain road.
All Ata militants jointly rush towards the roadside, for if they reach the roadside and enter the forest on the slope, that will an victory!
Both sides are fighting against ti.
In a blink of an eye, they have already made it three ters.
Crack—
The second shot arrives.
Another person goes down.
This ti, blood splatters up into the sky, and many faces are stained with it.
The intense scent of human blood spreads, mixing with the fresh air of the mountains, creating an almost magical atmosphere.
6 ters...
They quickly reach more than half the distance.
The re ten ters has turned into a race against the Grim Reaper.
Crack—
The third shot arrives.
Another person falls.
This ti, the person hit is struck in the neck.
The bullet pierced through his neck and flew towards the Curtis who was shoulder to shoulder with him.
This shot was the best opportunity Song Heping had found after firing two shots.
He spotted the man surrounded in the center.
Intuition told him that it was the target, Lieutenant Curtis.
This shot was aid at the neck and would hit Lieutenant Curtis's neck or chest after passing through.
But man's calculations are no match for fate's.
The warhead hit the spine of the unfortunate fellow and shattered as it broke his bone, despite already having pierced through, the remaining core had changed direction.
Curtis felt a slight warmth on his right cheek.
As if sothing had grazed by.
However, he no longer cared about that, and didn't have the ti to check the wound, continuing to dash towards the woods with the crowd's protection.
10 ters...
They made it.
The forest was reached in the blink of an eye.
After sacrificing three lives, they finally charged into the woods on the hillside.
Just when everyone breathed a sigh of relief, thinking the forest would shield them from the terrible sniper's view, gunfire rang out once again.
Crack—
Whiz—
The bullet passed through the leaves and bushes, making a bizarre noise.
An Ata ard personnel who had just entered the woods and stopped to catch his breath had a string of blood beads sprayed from his right hand.
A boat-tail warhead entered his arm, ripped through the muscle, and lodged into the abdominal cavity.
"Ahh—"
He scread, rolling down the hillside, tumbling all the way to the mountain road, lying there continuing to shriek.
For the ti being, he was not going to die.
The warhead had entered the abdominal cavity and smashed the organs, but it would not be fatal imdiately.
However, internal bleeding could also be deadly.
But before death, this pain was sothing he would never forget until the end.
The rest of the Ata mbers and Damir were like startled birds.
The fierceness of the sniper completely exceeded everyone's expectations.
"Run! Run far away!"
Damir finally realized that it was not safe here.
In the distance, Song Heping sighed.
"What a pity..."
He rarely misses a shot.
Although this ti it wasn't considered a miss.
But after all, the target had slipped away before his eyes.
For a perfectionist like Song Heping, it was simply intolerable.
"Finish them off?"
Willie thought he had misheard.
"Yes! They are now in total disarray, like a bunch of sand scattered across a plate, and reinforcents haven't arrived yet. Now is the best ti to kill them, otherwise, we truly will have no chance."
He quickly got up, asking Willie: "Follow , or go on your own?!"
Willie hesitated for a mont, packed away the Observation Mirror, picked up his HK416 assault rifle, and shouted loudly: "Do it! Kill them all!"
Song Heping quickly slung the M24 on his back, then took down the HK416 hanging on his tactical pack.
Because this infiltration mission was very special, Song Heping had anticipated that there could be close-quarter combat.
After all, even if he could kill Curtis with a sniper rifle, he would have to face being hunted down by mbers of the Ata Organization in the highlands.
Therefore, having a primary and secondary weapon was essential.
He quickly checked his ammunition and chambered a round.
"Let's go! We head over! I'll take the left, you take the right, we're short on ti, move fast! Steamroll all the way! Shoot to kill anyone you see! Now they're on that hillside, probably regrouping, we can't let them get organized!"
"Alright!"
Willie held his rifle and gestured with a wave.
"GO!"
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