"Fuck his mother!"
He started cursing.
Jiang Feng knew trouble was brewing upon hearing this.
Song Heping rarely swears.
But once he does, it ans he is about to ruthlessly deal with soone.
Down to the first floor, instead of going through the main door, Song Heping turned towards a window in the side hall and climbed out.
Outside was a narrow alley, and sure enough, there was no ambush here.
Because it was a dead-end alley, nobody would expect soone to exit from here.
The gunshots continued.
The townspeople were hiding in their hos, too afraid to go out.
Song Heping directly broke through the neighbor's window next door and climbed in.
The house was pitch dark, but with the help of night vision devices, their movent was unobstructed.
The male hoowner silently descended the stairs with a wooden stick and ca face-to-face with Song Heping.
Several gun barrels were aid at him.
The man was so frightened that he almost wet his pants.
Song Heping warned him in Arabic, "It's none of your business, I'm just passing through, go back to sleep!"
In a few short words, the man understood, turned around with the stick, and slipped back upstairs.
The group passed through the house, with Song Heping navigating entirely from mory of the terrain.
They quickly exited the house and turned into an alley.
Jiang Feng, following behind Song Heping, watched him run swiftly, his heart racing.
This speed of advancent left no ti for searching their path.
If there were enemies hidden around the corner or any unexpected place, the whole team would be in danger.
But it was quite miraculous.
Song Heping had a talent-like super mory for terrain maps, able to imprint them in his mind after just one look, no matter how complex, and never make a mistake.
Back during basic training, even Instructor Lei gave him countless thumbs-ups for this unique skill.
"Stop!"
Song Heping, running at the front, suddenly raised his hand, clenched his fist, and made a "cease advancing" tactical hand signal.
Jiang Feng and three others imdiately stopped, staying behind Song Heping.
Song Heping slowly moved to the corner of the wall, peeked around, and then retreated, making a series of tactical hand signals to the people behind him.
"Three people, 10 o'clock position, 2 o'clock position, one left two right, assault rifles, Jiang Feng prepare the Hand Grenade."
Jiang Feng quickly pulled out a Hand Grenade and removed the pin.
Song Heping also took out a Hand Grenade, pulled the pin, and signaled Jiang Feng to co closer.
Jiang Feng cautiously moved next to Song Heping, side by side, and then Song Heping whispered, "Delay for two seconds."
After raising three fingers, he slowly counted down by retracting them one by one.
At the last finger, both released the lever, delayed for two seconds, and then simultaneously peeked out and threw the Hand Grenades left and right.
Two seconds later, shouts were heard.
"Hand Grenade!"
Another second passed.
The explosion sounded.
Boom—
Boom—
"GO!"
Even before the explosion settled, Song Heping had already started advancing with his gun ready.
Jiang Feng followed quickly, covering left and right.
Collins and Klein, working as a pair, also moved up.
Two teams, one after the other, left and right.
Rat-tat-tat—
Rat-tat-tat—
Rat-tat-tat—
Several enemies, already injured or stunned by the blast, groaned and fell.
Song Heping continued to advance, passing by their bodies and efficiently finishing them with headshots.
Ahead, a four-story building ca into view.
The enemy was alerted; shouting could now be heard from inside.
Song Heping stord in and stood by the doorway.
A black-clothed enemy charged out.
Song Heping shot him twice in the head.
The man died, but his body lunged forward two steps before collapsing.
Jiang Feng instinctively threw a second Hand Grenade inside.
Boom—
The explosion sounded.
Collins threw another one.
Boom—
This ti there were screams.
It indicated that the enemy had dodged the first, but trying to attack during the second was caught off-guard.
Years of combat cooperation gave the four n a sixth sense of connection.
After two explosions, Song Heping signaled Collins and Klein with a hand gesture.
Then, leading Jiang Feng, he skirted around the back of the house.
Collins and Klein took positions, watching the entrance.
Typically, buildings have front and rear doors.
An attack at the front door naturally prompts people at the rear to co out or move to the front to support.
Song Heping walked a distance, stopping at a corner.
Two shadows cooperatively appeared in front of him.
Rat-tat-tat—
Rat-tat-tat—
Song Heping and Jiang Feng opened fire promptly.
The enemy reacted very quickly; one even slid down to shoot from the ground.
But Song Heping's gunfire was faster, lowering his muzzle and consistently tracking, shooting directly in the head.
However, two bullets still hit the bulletproof vest.
"Damn!"
Song Heping gritted his teeth.
The bulletproof vests provided by ISA were top-notch.
Uninjured, but shaken up a bit.
By now, dopamine was being wildly secreted inside his body.
The exhilaration spurred by killing grew wildly like grass in the fields of spring.
Bloodshot eyes appeared in Song Heping's eyes.
Advance!
Advance!
Advance!
Another appeared; this ti the enemy was smart, took a peek and fired two shots before hiding again.
A chunk of the wall beside Song Heping was blown away.
He quickly retaliated with continuous bursts.
The enemy was suppressed back into the room.
Jiang Feng took the chance to throw a hand grenade through a window nearby.
As expected, the enemies were forced to rush out for a confrontation.
Boom—
The blast wave from the explosion appeared alongside a dark shadow in view.
Song Heping was already hiding behind a stack of bricks by the wall, waiting for this mont.
Ratatat—
A burst shot sent the opponent away.
No ti to check the bodies or identify the origins of the enemy.
Advance!
Advance!
Keep advancing!
Song Heping made a hand signal to Jiang Feng.
Then he guarded the door.
Jiang Feng threw more hand grenades inside.
The mont the grenades were thrown in, Song Heping turned and swiftly moved to the other side of the house by a window.
Boom—
The explosion sound burst open a slightly ajar window.
Song Heping peeked through the edge of the window.
Inside, three people were hiding behind in the corridor of the living room.
This window was in the enemy's line of sight; entering would an certain death.
At this mont, Jiang Feng at the back door had already begun blind shooting with the enemy.
This type of firing was futile for both sides, rely buying ti.
But ti was exactly what Song Heping needed.
He turned and continued moving along the wall searching.
Soon, he found another window.
From here, he could see behind the three people.
One of them was guarding this direction.
Taking advantage of the mont when Jiang Feng exchanged fire and the enemy's attention was slightly diverted, Song Heping raised his gun and gave a burst shot to the person guarding the back hall.
That guy fell against the wall.
Song Heping shouted in the channel: "I'm going in!"
Jiang Feng at the back door imdiately realized sothing and began shooting into the house again.
Song Heping climbed through the window and jumped inside.
One of the enemies noticed and turned around.
Song Heping was in a very disadvantageous position on the windowsill.
eting on a narrow path, the brave wins!
Fear death, and you will die.
Song Heping imdiately aid and fired.
Ratatat—
Ratatat—
Both sides' assault rifles were equipped with silencers.
Song Heping was hit again.
His forearm was aching.
No ti to care about that!
Charge!
The last enemy on the ground floor was now caught in a crossfire.
He couldn't leave his hiding spot to go back to the hall because Jiang Feng was eyeing the back door, and he'd be shot as soon as he appeared.
But with two comrades dead, it was clear soone had entered the back hall.
He hurriedly pulled out a hand grenade, wanting to throw it into the back hall.
Just as he pulled the pin, everything went dark as Song Heping directly confronted him head-on.
"FUCK!"
He hadn't expected Song Heping to be so insane!
A normal person, having just killed one and knowing there was another alive at his spot, would think of a strategy or pause montarily as they already had the initiative.
Song Heping however charged straight in without a mont's hesitation.
A face-to-face confrontation!
He was too late to react normally, releasing the hand grenade in his hand to reach for his gun.
Too late.
The distance was too close, Song Heping imdiately drew his pistol and pressed it against the opponent's forehead and fired.
Puh—
Clack—
The first was the gunshot, the latter the sound of the bullet piercing through and impacting the inside of a FAST helt.
"Hand Grenade!"
Song Heping shouted a warning, turning and diving towards a corner of the wall.
Boom—
The blast wave along with dust and shards of debris covered Song Heping entirely.
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