Song Heping was shocked.
The reason for his shock was the scene before his eyes.
If there's any difference between humans and animals, it's that humans have emotions.
But these individuals from the I5I5 organization made Song Heping realize how humans could be worse than beasts once they lose their humanity.
There were more than a dozen bodies lying on the open ground of the village.
When Song Heping first saw them, he didn't feel anything unusual.
But soon he noticed sothing was amiss.
All the corpses were headless.
On closer inspection.
The heads had been carelessly thrown in a corner.
Scattered all over the ground, just like discarded offal in a slaughterhouse.
He had seen many deaths.
But this large-scale beheading was truly the first of its kind he had witnessed.
Disaster Star was opposite Song Heping, about five ters away, hiding behind a corner.
He couldn't help but glance in Song Heping's direction and whispered in the channel, "Scum."
"Jiang Feng, are you in position?"
"In position."
"You saw it too?"
"Saw it."
"Hunter, did you see?"
"Saw it, I have a clear view."
"They're interrogating them, seems they are looking for soone."
In Illiguo, there are many languages, mostly Arabic, with a minority speaking Kurdish and other dialects.
So, the words these guys were saying, Song Heping could understand.
They were looking for soone.
The leader, holding a sword, was pacing in front of the people who were already kneeling on the ground.
All those kneeling were villagers.
The one with the sword was the leader of the I5I5.
"Speak! Speak quickly! If you confess, I will spare you! Otherwise, I will cut off your heads, don't think your necks are tougher than my blade! Hand him over, otherwise…"
Suddenly, he dashed forward, pulled a little girl from the crowd, and started to drag her away by her collar.
A woman lunged at him, clung to the little girl desperately, and wailed, "Please, spare my daughter, she's just a child, please, for the sake of rciful Lord, spare her…"
Before she could finish begging, a terrorist stepped up and shot her in the head.
Bang—
The imnse impact shattered the woman's face.
She fell to the ground without even a scream.
The little girl's piercing cries echoed through the entire village.
"Boss, we should make a move now."
Disaster Star looked towards Song Heping again.
Song Heping could also no longer bear to watch.
This kind of tragedy, anyone present who wasn't inhuman would want to personally slaughter this beast.
"Jiang Feng, get ready…"
Just as he was about to act, he heard a roar nearby.
"Let her go! You blasphemous scum, the Lord will punish you! Are you looking for ?! I am here! Let these poor people go!"
A figure appeared at the other end of the clearing.
He wasn't dressed like the ordinary villagers in robes, but in trousers and a shirt, and his head wasn't wrapped in a turban, but showed curly hair.
This man was about thirty years old, his voice filled with rage, hands raised high, striding across to the clearing.
"I am Latif! Stop looking for ! I am the one you're looking for!"
More than a dozen guns pointed at Latif.
The terrorists in the field beca tense, shifting from their previous lethargy to a state of high alert.
"Latif?!"
The leader with the sword was obviously startled for a mont.
Perhaps he hadn't expected Latif to make an entrance in this manner.
In his imagination, he thought the villagers would break under his severe torture, and then out Latif's hiding place, forcing him to be driven out like a rat and dragged like a dog to the clearing to be executed on the spot.
"Yes, it's ! Aren't you looking for ? What? You don't even know what I look like?!"
Latif indeed seed tough, walking forward with his hands raised, directly up to the leader.
Two terrorists wanted to stop him, their gun muzzles pressed against Latif's chest.
"Let him co."
Perhaps feeling that it was too embarrassing for his group of over twenty to be intimidated by just one man, the leader decided not to show fear or a sense of self-preservation.
This was their territory, after all, he doubted Latif could really do anything.
"Search him first."
Still feeling insecure, the leader added at the last mont.
Two ard terrorists controlled the situation, one on each side, while another ca up to frisk Latif.
After checking and confirming Latif had no weapons, they nodded towards the leader, "All clear."
"Co here!"
The leader gained confidence, motioning to Latif.
"Let take a look at this 'Great British' hero who hid all night."
He mocked Latif with a tone dripping with sarcasm.
As Latif approached, the leader placed his knife on Latif's neck and coldly commanded, "Kneel down."
Latif hesitated for a mont, glanced at the still crying girl, and eventually slowly knelt down.
"Hahahaha! Look, this is the hero they protected with their lives!"
The leader walked around Latif, laughing loudly as he did.
"Hero… Hahaha! This is a hero!"
Just as the leader was basking in arrogance, Song Heping also heard the na from behind a corner not far away.
Latif.
Isn't this the contact person he was looking for tonight?
Fuck!
Song Heping cursed silently.
The abnormal situation tonight definitely had so hidden issues.
He ca to find soone, and I5I5 got there first?
Where did they get the intel?
Song Heping didn't even believe it wasn't targeted at him.
Who leaked the information?
There was no ti to think further.
Disaster Star asked again: "Boss, should we take action?!"
Song Heping imdiately issued the order to Hunter: "Let the gunshot from Hunter be the signal. The mont the gun sounds, attack them. Jiang Feng, you take the rear side of the crowd; I'll handle the front. Be careful not to hurt any villagers. Disaster Star, your machine gun will take care of the group at 10 o'clock. I'll deal with the leader and his few guards. Rember, don't kill the leader; we need him alive."
"Understood."
Hunter quickly responded.
By then, the leader, having humiliated Latif enough, perhaps feeling it was better to attend to serious matters without further delay, moved behind Latif, and raised his sword.
Unexpectedly, at this mont, Latif suddenly spoke: "What? You don't have the courage to kill face to face?! Co on! Coward! Co in front of so I can see your face, and see your blade clearly!"
The atmosphere froze instantly.
All the terrorists were stunned.
All eyes turned to the leader.
The leader also felt a prickling sensation on his back.
He wanted to walk in front of Latif and then behead him.
Only, suddenly, he lost his courage.
Though he was a butcher who had killed countless people.
He just couldn't muster that courage.
He hesitated for several seconds.
Suddenly, the leader felt he was humiliating himself in front of everyone.
Angry and frustrated, he raised his sword, his face turning fierce, and squeezed out a curse through his teeth: "Go to hell!"
After speaking, he fiercely raised his sword.
Under the moonlight, the blood on the blade was clearly visible, its chilling shine terrifying.
Pa—
Next, everyone present could hear the sound of bones shattering.
But it wasn't the sound of Latif's neck vertebrae and the blade colliding; it was the sound of the leader's wrist bone fracturing.
A warhead fired from an M24 sniper rifle directly shattered the leader's wrist, breaking the bones at the junction of his forearm and hand.
"Ahh—"
The leader scread in pain, instinctively raising his right hand to look, only to find his palm drooping down, hanging on his forearm, blood spurting from the vessels splattering all around.
Ratatatata—
Ratatatata—
Disaster Star's M249 Paratrooper Light Machine Gun joyfully began to sing.
As all the terrorists' attention was drawn towards the direction of Disaster Star and Song Heping, Jiang Feng, along with Klein and Collins, already ambushed on another side, began their attack.
Tatatata—
Tatatata—
Tatatata—
The shots from the MK18 assault rifle equipped with a silencer were low but very dense.
The burst fire creating a dense shooting noise like a hymn of Grim Reaper.
The terrorists who just turned to shoot in Song Heping's direction didn't expect soone to be on their flank, and were quickly mowed down in batches.
Disaster Star showed no rcy.
He had a good shooting angle, responsible for a group of terrorists gathered together chatting.
These guys, perhaps out of carelessness, or maybe just low tactical quality, committed a major battlefield taboo by clustering nearly ten people together.
This provided Disaster Star a very satisfying massacre, pouring all the pent-up rage he held from witnessing the beheading scene into the barrel of the 200-round magazine equipped paratrooper 249 light machine gun and fired it out.
For soone accustod to using Soviet machine guns regularly, the M249 Paratrooper felt almost like a toy, lighter and easier to control.
The shower of bullets turned those seven or eight people into a sieve, they didn't even have a chance to retaliate.
"GO! GO! GO!"
Taking advantage of the chaos, Song Heping began advancing under the cover of Disaster Star.
Killing as he moved, no god or Buddha could stop him.
This was a battle akin to a movent shooting training.
Song Heping fired rapidly and precisely, never sloppy, each burst taking down an enemy.
And on Jiang Feng's side, the advance began.
Together with the duo of Song Heping, they ford a crossfire, also known as a death firepower net.
Enemies caught within the crossfire didn't survive.
In less than a minute, the scene quieted down.
Smoke was rising from everyone's gun barrels.
"Clear, guard, check!"
While reloading his magazine, Song Heping issued commands.
The teams began to disperse, checking bodies, delivering coup de grace.
Everything was orderly, everything was clean and efficient.
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