After taking down the last two assault team mbers, Song Heping and Willie dragged the bodies back to the corridor, first stripping the communication devices from the corpses to put on themselves, then began to dismantle weapons, ammunition, and things like hand grenades.
"Don't waste anything, we don't know how long we have to hold out..."
"These people all use MK18s, they're not ordinary folks, looks like they're really Seals..."
"When we get back, I'm definitely going to find out who's behind all this, damn it! Think I'm easy to kill? Not so easy!"
Song Heping cursed and panted as he discussed with Willie, grimacing in pain.
The recent exertion had reopened the wound in his abdon, and it really hurt this ti.
But now, there wasn't even ti to check on the wound.
No one knew when the next attack would co.
The enemies lying in ambush outside probably couldn't believe that the two squads that had entered the house were all dead on the spot; you could hear the leader repeatedly calling for the assault teams over the channel.
"Assault Team 1, respond if you hear this."
"Assault Team 2, please respond."
No answer.
Song Heping wanted to mock the enemies over the channel, but he held back.
The less they knew, the better.
That would buy him quite a bit of ti.
Right now, ti was more precious than anything.
He glanced at his watch.
The ti was already 3:40 AM.
There were twenty minutes left until the ti he had ordered Ferrari to reach Maler Valley.
"Willie, twenty more minutes."
He held up two fingers to Willie, who was busy searching the bodies across from him.
Willie did not smile.
He truly couldn't smile.
Twenty minutes sounds simple.
But surviving 20 minutes under such intensity of attack is as difficult as making it through a walk in Hell.
"Song, thanks."
He suddenly blurted out an inexplicable word of thanks.
Song Heping was taken aback for a mont, then imdiately understood what he ant.
"Thank for what, we're in the sa boat."
The ssage was clear, but actually, Song Heping had another thought in his heart.
He even felt a bit guilty.
It was still uncertain who was after their lives.
In Willie's eyes, it was his own departnt's actions that had dragged Song Heping down.
And right now, Song Heping was suspecting the CIA.
Those guys are slippery when it cos to dirty deeds.
He had grown bigger in xico, and had gained so influence in Colombia and Venezuela.
According to the usual Arican way, they can't tolerate strongn outside their control.
Song had always known that one day his relationship with the CIA would break down.
Now it seems the rupture is coming sooner rather than later.
Luckily, he had already prepared for this.
Trying to secretly take him down?
Then brace for a layer of skin to be peeled off!
"Will your Brotherhood really co to rescue us?"
Willie had his doubts about this.
"They will," Song Heping affird with certainty.
Willie said, "You're so sure? Look at , I could be abandoned at any mont."
Song Heping tore the pin from a hand grenade, then used so tape to secure it in the corner of the corridor, before dragging a paracord across to the other side and tying it to the leg of so furniture.
"I'm not like you," he said.
Hearing this, Willie paused, his expression growing even grimr.
"Don't just stand there, staying alive is what's most important. If you really hate them, take revenge after getting back. There's an old saying in our country: 'A gentleman takes his revenge even after ten years.'
Willie, after hearing this, lowered his head to pack his equipnt and also set traps, then suddenly said, "I'm no gentleman!"
Just as the two of them were preparing for the next round of attacks, the enemy team was still calling on their own channel to check on the status of the assault teams.
"Boss, I can't detect any heat signatures anymore, no living people in the house, and if there are, they're probably hiding in the inner rooms or the corridor."
"SHIT! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!"
The leader was swearing.
Only FUCK was left to say.
Finally, the enemy had to accept the fact that all eight n who had gone in were dead inside the house.
Suddenly, Song Heping heard a familiar voice drifting through the channel.
He froze for a mont.
Willie, noticing sothing was wrong, quickly asked, "Song! What are you doing?!"
Song Heping then snapped back to reality.
"Fuck, I think I heard a familiar voice, but I can't rember where I've heard this voice."
Finally, the conversation on the enemy tactical channel ceased.
Silence in the headset.
Song Heping took off his headset and threw it aside: "They've found out."
Willie said, "It was just a matter of ti, we still have to think about how to withstand the next wave. I'm worried..."
Song Heping looked at his watch, another three minutes had passed.
"What are you worried about?"
"Do you think they might have M72s?"
Song Heping: "..."
Just as Song Heping and his companion were inside the room, determined to withstand the next wave of attacks with a do-or-die attitude, not too far away in the direction of the Maler River Valley under the moonlight, Gabri scurried over to Ferrari, whispering: "SIR, the sent-out team didn't find anything, there's absolutely no sign of anyone in the valley..."
"Are you sure? How far did the Vanguard go?" Ferrari felt uneasy, he did not believe that Song Heping could be wrong.
"They've gone four kiloters deep, the reconnaissance area was well extended, but really, no discoveries were made," Gabri explained with difficulty.
After all, the people he sent out truly found nothing.
"Impossible!" Ferrari always had absolute trust in Song Heping.
In his view, a tactical expert like Song Heping would not make a mistake.
"Send soone out again for reconnaissance, and this ti don't stop until you find sothing!"
"Yes!"
Gabri turned and left once more to arrange for the Vanguard Team to perform reconnaissance.
After he left, Jiang Feng couldn't help but ask, "Ferrari, could it be that my old squad leader has run into so ergency situation, and is no longer around here, maybe he went sowhere else?"
Ferrari retorted, "Do you think your old squad leader is that unreliable?"
Jiang Feng shook his head.
Ti ticked away slowly.
This wait lasted a full 40 minutes.
Ferrari grew increasingly anxious, as if he were being roasted on a fire.
He lay on the ground, alternating between observing through night vision goggles and putting them down.
Suddenly, Gabri ca running back, gasping for breath.
"SIR! There's been a discovery!"
"What discovery?!"
Ferrari imdiately demanded.
"Speak up!"
Gabri said, "My n are four kiloters out, they still haven't seen anyone alive, but they heard gunshots!"
"Gunshots?!" Ferrari eagerly asked, "Which direction?!"
"Southeast direction, about one to two kiloters away from them, they can faintly hear it, they are asking for instructions on whether to go check it out," Gabri answered.
"Go check it out! What are you waiting for?!" Ferrari chastised, "Can't you be a bit more flexible in your actions?"
"SIR, that area has left the valley's range, it's not in the assigned location," Gabri gave his reason.
Ferrari fell silent for a mont, then reached out his hand: "Bring the map to see!"
Soon, Jiang Feng handed over the electronic map.
Ferrari enlarged the southeast area of the valley on the map and carefully scrutinized each location.
At last, he pointed at a village on the map and declared, "It's definitely here!"
"Oka Village?"
Jiang Feng scratched his head.
"My old squad leader had us co here because there must be soone in the valley blocking them, it's nothing more than to have us coordinate an attack. But what's the deal with that village? He shouldn't be there at all!"
Ferrari stared at the map for a long while, his mind racing through countless thoughts and guesses.
"Never mind, let's go and check it out! There's nobody here, we can't just wait around."
He got up and gestured: "Order the two special combat teams to spread out in formation, advancing on both sides, sending out the Vanguard Team for reconnaissance, and head to Oka Village imdiately!"
Inside Oka Village.
Song Heping leaned against the doorfra of a room by the hallway, his ears pricked up, listening to any sounds.
He had a lot to consider.
For example, whether the enemy would eventually lose patience and use breaching weapons like M72s against him.
If that were the case, even with formidable abilities, he wouldn't be able to withstand it.
So things can't be resolved by just thinking.
Thinking too much is less effective than taking action directly, dealing with problems as they arise.
The thing that lingered in his head and remained indelible was the familiar voice that appeared on the enemy's frequency.
Who was it?
Why would it appear on the enemy's channel?
Could it really be soone from the CIA?
That person only whispered one phrase "mark," in response to the team leader's inquiry.
It's a tactical phrase often used by the US Army, aning "orders complete."
At that ti, he was bent down collecting gear from the bodies, and that phrase caught his attention in a fleeting mont, but it definitely triggered his mory.
This voice, he had definitely heard it before.
Unable to figure it out, there was no need to think further.
Song Heping took a deep breath and touched his abdominal wound.
The pain seed to have lessened quite a bit by now.
He felt considerably better.
Boom—
Just as he was feeling better, a loud explosion ca from the front door.
A flash of fire appeared montarily at the doorway, and the thick wooden door was instantly blown into pieces, along with the door fra being broken into several parts.
Directional blasting!
This ti was definitely more violent than the last!
They were breaching the door!
The assault had begun!
Without a word, Song Heping imdiately threw a Hand Grenade, which he had kept at the ready in his hand, towards the front door.
"Ti to work! Willie!"
He yelled out loud.
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