Song Heping was squatting behind the vehicle, near the fuel tank at this mont.
Indeed, the fuel tank of this vehicle is ingeniously designed, and it's a diesel vehicle, which is hard to detonate.
But difficult does not an impossible.
Song Heping was customizing a "pot" specifically for this vehicle.
Many armor-piercing warheads are actually half-filled with explosive material, forming a cone-shaped hollow space internally.
The very tip of the cone is the point of impact against armor.
This design allows for a focused blast effect, breaking through the tough armor upon impact, creating a hole and generating a tal jet stream inside the vehicle to kill the occupants.
Although this high-level bulletproof Lincoln can withstand multiple attacks from ordinary rocket launchers, it's only because its composite armor materials are thick and layered, which gradually diminish the penetrating power of armor-piercing.
What Song Heping is doing now is increasing the quantity and enhancing the strength.
As the saying goes, great force can create miracles.
There is no armor that can't be breached by a rocket, if one doesn't do it, then two, if still not, then three; if all fails, tie them together and go for it!
C4 was shaped into a cylindrical form by Song Heping using tape, with a rocket in the middle that had its propellant and distance-lock fuse removed.
Theoretically, once the C4 explodes, the huge mass will detonate the rocket as well, with the C4 cracking the outer armor and the rocket continuing to penetrate.
Inside the vehicle, Nathan was already a nervous wreck.
He didn't dare to get out of the car.
This gave Song Heping the perfect opportunity.
A mber of the "Watcher" team inside the car noticed sothing was off; he saw Song Heping squatting at the rear side of the car.
"He seems to be placing a bomb! I need to get out there and take him down!"
The team mber turned to ask Nathan for instructions.
Nathan, already pale as death, shook his head and said: "No, he can't breach this vehicle, even anti-tank mines can't blast through! Let him do whatever he wants!"
Then he glanced at his watch.
"We have less than nine minutes until the rapid response team arrives! Hold on, he won't be able to pull anything off in a few minutes!"
Seeing this, the "Watcher" loudly warned: "Don't put too much faith in the armored vehicle! He is installing a bomb at close range, who knows what kind of explosives he is using! No one can guarantee that the armor won't be breached!"
"He can't breach it! Whatever the bomb!"
Images of Lance's head bursting open surged through Nathan's mind, instantly draining away his courage to fight by getting out of the car.
He was just a Z-East affairs director of the Secret Action Departnt, skilled in intelligence analysis, and although he had received combat training and military experience, he wasn't strictly a combat operative, hence he indeed lacked the courage compared to these "Watcher" mbers.
"Damn it!"
The team mber gritted his teeth in frustration.
"I'm getting out!"
He went straight for the door lock.
"This is an order! You are defying orders!"
Nathan in the backseat began to roar irrationally.
He was terrified that the mont he opened the door, Song Heping would slip in like the Grim Reaper and take his life.
"You must obey the orders!"
The assertive and emphasized tone, relying on the authority of his position as a director, eventually made the "Watcher" mber in the front seat compromise.
After all, he couldn't be sure whether getting out of the car would allow him to handle Song Heping.
Or rather, he wasn't sure if Song Heping could really blast through the car...
"Damn it!"
He cursed again, but it was unclear at whom.
Song Heping was quick in his actions.
Bullets were whizzing around him.
His palms were all sweaty.
All the stress-resistance training he had undergone in the past burst out with trendous effect at this mont.
Once upon a ti, he had successfully disard a bomb while wearing a bulletproof vest, enduring the instructors' low-capacity training shots.
Repeated iterations of this training shaped the Song Heping of today.
When the ninth bead of sweat hit the ground, and the final wire was finally connected, Song Heping, without a second thought, pulled the detonator and turned to run.
"Cover !"
He hopped like a rabbit, swiftly darting towards a nearby building.
Bullets fell around him, kicking up small clouds of dust.
"Cover the boss!"
The South Arican Special Soldiers of the Falcon Special Combat Team were also going all out at this point.
After all, Song Heping was the boss.
If he died, they wouldn't even know who to ask for their attendance, subsidy, or even funeral expenses.
"Cover the boss!"
The cries echoed back and forth in the communication channel.
The gunfire peaked for a mont.
The Marine Corps mbers and the Watchers were so suppressed they couldn't raise their heads.
Song Heping finally ran back behind the load-bearing pillar and then glanced at Jiang Feng and shouted, "Retreat! Run far away!"
The two n dashed deep into the building until they reached the innermost room, hiding behind a thick concrete wall.
Boom—
A massive explosion created a fireball on one side of the Lincoln.
The blast wave flipped the vehicles in front and behind it.
Even the soldiers of Falcon Special Combat Team hiding in the buildings on both sides felt the shock, all taking cover behind the walls, not daring to shoot.
The fireball rose, ascending towards the sky under everyone's gaze.
After the shockwave, the scene suddenly quieted down.
The gunfire stopped altogether.
Everyone who was hiding stayed in their vehicles or behind walls.
The explosion made everyone feel a violent shake, as if experiencing a minor earthquake.
The nearly seven-ton special armored Lincoln bulletproof vehicle was actually flipped over, the shockwave pushed it into the adjacent building, hitting a load-bearing pillar and directly bending it.
"Fuck!"
Jiang Feng poked his head out and saw the pitiable Lincoln.
That vehicle was now less than five ters away from him and Song Heping.
Song Heping held his gun and left cover, slowly approaching the Lincoln.
Upon reaching the car, he found that he had succeeded.
The entire gas tank was blasted open, and fire started to ignite slowly.
The vehicle had already started burning.
All the windows were shattered, one piece had fallen off.
Song Heping, without checking whether the people inside were dead or alive, threw a hand grenade in as a salute.
Boom—
After the explosion, Jiang Feng cautiously peeked inside and then said to Song Heping, "They're all dead."
"All dead?"
"Dead."
Jiang Feng affird emphatically, "The bodies are mangled."
"Retreat!"
Song Heping didn't hesitate and issued the retreat command.
In less than twenty minutes, only seventeen minutes elapsed.
The gunfire completely stopped.
The Marine Corps mbers and other vehicle Watcher mbers suddenly felt the silence.
After a while, soone popped their head out to look and then shouted, "They've retreated!"
A reminder, and slowly everyone got out of the vehicles.
So started administering aid to injured comrades.
Others began checking the surroundings of the vehicles for safety and any remaining enemies.
After a busy session, everyone confird that the battle was over.
The "Watcher" mbers finally found Nathan's car and Nathan on the first floor of the building.
But...
"Which one is manager Nathan?"
A "Watcher" mber standing by the vehicle turned to ask another "Watcher" captain, Rod, who was standing by with furrowed eyebrows.
Rod was one of the two "Watcher" squadron leaders sent to Illiguo, with Lance as the other team's leader, but Lance was in charge of commanding the operation.
Now that Lance was dead, Rod naturally beca the highest-ranking commander on site.
Of course, the higher-ranking officer was still Nathan.
But...
He cautiously squatted down to look into the overturned car interior.
Just one glance and he felt his stomach churn.
He couldn't even distinguish which one was Nathan...
"Report to headquarters, we've been attacked, manager Nathan is dead..."
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