Several dark figures appeared at the entrance of the house, so on both sides of the door, and so on both sides of the window, indicating that they were very familiar with the structure of the building before the attack and had already made tactical arrangents.
For them, capturing the two people inside the house was almost too easy.
The house was surrounded from front to back, as if bidding farewell to the inhabitants.
After a brief exchange of tactical hand signals, one person pushed open the window and another kicked open the door, nearly simultaneously.
Then they threw hand grenades inside, not aiming to kill, but to prevent the people inside from being able to imdiately return fire.
However, they still underestimated the combat strength of the two people inside.
After several explosions, the team leader shouted "GO! GO! GO!"
All the assault team mbers orderly began breaking into the house according to the pre-arranged positions.
The first person who entered continually searched with his gun raised in the dusty living room, suddenly feeling sothing rolling out.
But it didn't roll to his feet, but into a corner of the hall.
He instinctively turned around and saw a stack of fire in the corner, which had been scattered by the just exploded hand grenades, and the floor was covered with charcoal, with the rolling object ending up right in the middle of the charcoal pile.
"Hand Grenade!"
The teammates following behind heard his cry, quickly retreated backwards, trying to exit the house.
The first team mber who entered the hall was in the most awkward position.
Retreating was too late.
He could only dive forward.
Bang—
The shockwave from the explosion directly knocked down two team mbers who had just exited the door, throwing them into the yard.
Although the team mber who stayed in the room lay down, the living room was open with almost no cover.
Still, several warhead fragnts penetrated his body.
Fortunately, he was wearing a bulletproof vest, so the warhead fragnts caused no damage to his vital areas, but the dust and charcoal ash covered him from head to toe.
What was even more deadly was the blast shockwave from the explosion, making him feel sowhat dazed even though he was wearing noise-cancelling headphones.
Just as the sound of the explosion settled, Song Heping and Willie had already aid their guns and moved forward.
This was a very dangerous mont.
Right after the explosion, if the two people at the door were not hurt, they would provide covering fire towards the inside.
The recent explosion caused the two people entering the door to panic and retreat, creating so chaos, and they were knocked down by the shockwave, having no ti to react.
Song Heping fired first, a burst shot hit the team mber who was already on the ground, blowing his head open, then quickly raised his gun and aid at the door firing fiercely.
Tap, tap, tap—
Tap, tap, tap—
Tap, tap, tap—
The two people who had just got up were hit by bullets shot from inside the house.
Blood splattered in the air.
There was another team mber at the right side of the door, seeing his comrades killed, imdiately raised his gun to blind fire into the house.
This blind fire was very effective.
The living room was small, just sweeping it with a burst would definitely hit soone.
But as he raised his gun, he saw sothing rolling out.
It was a hand grenade thrown by Willie.
Song Heping provided cover fire in front, while he threw hand grenades from behind.
Imdiately after, he ducked into the corner for cover.
Bang—
As the enemy at the door opened fire, the hand grenade exploded.
"Ah—"
A scream ca from outside the door.
The attack team at the back door had already started their assault.
They were just kicking the door when they encountered resistance.
The trap mine set by Song Heping exploded.
The explosion delayed their attack.
The front door was already exchanging fire, screams could even be heard.
The people at the back door wanted to enter but feared more trap mines, so they could only throw hand grenades inside again.
However, Song Heping and Willie were no longer at the back door, having moved to the front hall.
Their hand grenades only exploded in vain.
The four people at the front door were now all down.
Song Heping and Willie each took positions in the corridors leading to the left and right rooms.
They didn't dare show their heads or stay in the front hall any longer.
The charcoal from the previous explosion had settled down by now, and the sniper on the opposite hillside was no joke; he was definitely eyeing the front hall location, ready to shoot through obstacles if he detected any heat sources.
The fact that the two of them were trapped in the house was undeniable.
Now, the task was to make full use of the space inside, draw the enemies into house combat, preventing them from utilizing their nurical advantage, and even one-for-one trades were beneficial.
The attack team at the back door finally made it inside the room.
They split into two groups and began searching towards the front hall.
According to the original tactical plan, the idea was to attack from both front and back simultaneously and encircle.
However, they were unaware that the entire front hall team had been taken out; four team mbers were still divided into two groups searching the rooms on both sides.
This gave Song Heping and Willie a mont to breathe in the front hall.
One team mber had just finished checking a room on the left side of the back door and began advancing towards the front hall.
Finishing the corridor, ahead was the front hall, with rooms on both sides of the hall.
The opponents were definitely in the front hall or the rooms adjacent to it.
He carefully stepped forward slowly, while another team mber followed behind to provide cover.
Just as he was about to step into the foyer from the hallway, suddenly, a gun barrel stretched out from beneath his feet.
The angle was extrely tricky.
Usually, one would focus ahead while advancing; the ground would be scanned only with peripheral vision.
The leading team mber paused slightly, his gun barrel instinctively pointing downward.
But this required only a fraction of a second.
And a fraction of a second could already decide life and death.
Bang—
Crouching on the ground, Song Heping fired his pistol single-handedly at the leading team mber's groin.
The bullet entered directly through the perineum and into the abdon.
The pain caused the leading team mber to scream imdiately.
He instinctively knelt down.
At this point, Song Heping's gun barrel pointed upwards, aiming under his jaw and fired.
These guys were wearing bulletproof vests, regular bullets hitting the body wouldn't cause death.
But there was no bulletproof vest on the jaw area.
The warhead directly penetrated the lower jaw and entered the skull.
This special forces mber didn't scream this ti; he just collapsed limply.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
The team mber behind him pulled down his gun barrel, trying to aim at Song Heping.
But he faced a fatal problem; his comrade in front now acted like a shield between Song Heping and himself—firing would an disregarding his comrade's life, and even then, he might not be able to penetrate the front and back layers of the bulletproof vest on his teammate instantly.
As he searched for a shooting angle, Willie on the other side had already extended his gun barrel and hit him twice in the neck.
Tap tap—
The distance between them was less than three ters.
Two bullets directly passed through the neck, severing the cervical vertebra.
His head almost imdiately drooped down, semi-detached.
The other team in the back realized sothing terrible had happened.
They were further back.
This is the advantage of a narrow room.
The hallway was very narrow.
It was impossible for two tactical teams to pass side by side at the sa ti.
Therefore, two teams were usually arranged one after another, with the two special forces mbers within each team also covering each other front and back.
Song Heping had precisely anticipated their tactics and utilized the terrain advantage to create a timing difference.
The tactical team in the back seeing the two upfront incapacitated instantly faced a choice.
To rush forward, or to imdiately open fire and seek cover on the spot.
They just needed to retreat less than two ters to reach the back hall; at this mont they had no cover available in the hallway.
So, they reacted imdiately—by opening fire.
They continued firing, creating suppressive fire.
This left Song Heping and Willie in the front hall no chance even to extend their arms to shoot.
As long as suppressive fire was established, even for one or two seconds, it could create an opportunity to survive.
Still, they chose to pull back.
Charging forward from the foyer to fight with Song Heping and another person was sothing they would have dared to do before.
But the entire attack team in the foyer was annihilated, and the first assault team in the back hall had also collectively gone to et God.
A fear reflex ford in their minds instantly.
Even though they were all rigorously trained, they were still human after all.
No one can control their subconscious reactions.
Song Heping didn't choose to clash head-on; instead, while they were firing madly, he signaled to Willie on the other side.
Willie pulled out a hand grenade and pulled the pin.
Waiting for the gunfire to cease and for the opponents to retreat back into the hall, he threw it.
His throw angle was remarkably cunning.
The hand grenade crossed the five-ter-long corridor, flew towards the back hall, and then landed in a corner of the back hall.
Song Heping imdiately rushed forward.
In this scenario, any small mistake could have cost Song Heping his life.
For example, if the grenade rolled not into the corner but directly opposite the hallway, the shrapnel would scatter dangerously, hitting Song Heping squarely.
If the two special forces mbers retreating to the back hall had instantly reacted by shooting into the corridor, Song Heping would most likely be killed or severely injured.
But they had a bad habit; upon seeing an incoming grenade, the instinct was to find cover.
"Hand Grenade!"
Song Heping heard soone shouting in the back hall.
He knew that his gamble had paid off.
Boom—
The grenade in the back hall exploded.
The smoke and chaos enveloped the hallway.
Song Heping, moving at top speed, rushed into the back hall, Willie closely followed after throwing the grenade.
Tap tap tap—
Tap tap tap—
Tap tap tap—
The two mbers who just dived into a corner seeking cover hadn't even had the chance to roll over and return fire, were sent neatly by Song Heping straight to King Yama to report.
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