The world seed to be drifting away.
Song Heping felt this way now.
Because all sounds had beco blurred, and the vision in front of him was also becoming fuzzy.
The shattered lens of his tactical goggles pierced into his brow bone, and through the blood-stained vision, he saw four pairs of black combat boots closing in.
The sharp pain from biting his tongue brought a mont of clarity, and he clenched the detonator hidden in his sleeve.
It's ti...
He sighed lightly.
Soon, he dismissed the idea.
No.
Not yet.
He saw those military boots.
Four people.
Take out two first.
An assault team mber stepped forward and swung the gunstock, smashing it into Song Heping.
Perhaps feeling that this man had killed too many of his comrades, he didn't just want to see Song Heping die quickly from a single shot.
Not letting him endure the most terrifying torture in life would be an injustice to the over twenty brothers who died tonight.
He overestimated himself.
Underestimated Song Heping.
With the excruciating pain of the gunstock hitting his rib, Song Heping heard the unbearable groaning of his cervical vertebra.
When the Mossad agent bent down to grab his hair, Song Heping suddenly sprang up.
The two-finger jab directly pierced into the opponent's eye socket, and while the unlucky guy was still screaming, he quickly seized the MP5 submachine gun and started shooting.
Two enemies fell into the sewage.
However, the fourth guy's bullet penetrated his already dire bullet-proof plate, shooting into his right lung.
The salty sea wind suddenly poured into his chest cavity.
Song Heping knelt in the pool of blood, watching his bloody froth shining a ghastly blue under the moonlight.
The container maze split into countless shadow images on his retina; he fumbled in an attempt to pick up the fallen submachine gun but found his index finger unable to pull the trigger.
"Ga over, China People."
English with a Hebrew accent ca from above, a black muzzle pressed against the back of his neck: "Lift your head, boy, let see what kind of monster you are for killing twenty-three of our brothers tonight."
Song Heping grinned, his teeth stained with blood.
Twenty-three...
Fuck!
Does this count as a record?
He looked at the gradually brightening horizon.
The sky is starting to light up?
How many hours have I been entangled with these guys?
He suddenly recalled the morning at the village entrance when he was five years old— the horizon also shone with the sa fish-belly white, and he happily jumped into the small river, splashing crystal-clear water...
"Going ho…"
Song Heping suddenly lost his sense of fear, instead feeling an unparalleled relaxation.
He looked up at the furious, distorted face of the Mossad assault team mber in front of him, revealing a sneer.
Mossad?
"Cough, cough… Eat shit… you…"
He said this extrely insulting sentence in Chinese while coughing.
Suddenly realizing that the Daishe Birds before him might not understand his words.
So he switched to English: "Fuck your mother!"
Extre insults should anger the enemy and make him shoot.
At least that's what Song Heping thought.
Sure enough, just as the trigger's tal friction sound rang out, Song Heping heard a familiar tearing sound—
Bang—
It was the sound of a 7.62×51mm NATO warhead penetrating the bullet-proof plate, slower by half a beat compared to regular sniper shots.
When the guy holding the gun to his forehead fell to the ground with a thud.
Then ca the second shot, penetrating the bullet-proof plate.
Bang—
Subsequent sniper shots echoed in quick succession.
About ten seconds later, the deck plunged into a strange silence.
Song Heping turned around with difficulty and saw a faint light flashing atop the cargo ship's mast three hundred ters away.
The third bullet spiraled through a layer of container iron walls, killing a Mossad assault team mber hiding behind the cover.
As the blood mist erupted amidst the morning fog, he finally saw the bullet's trajectory clearly—each gunshot slower by half a beat compared to the impact point; it was long-range sniping with an ultra-long silencer!
"Jiang Feng..."
He coughed out a mouthful of blood as he opened his mouth but chuckled.
Thick blood plasma dripped from his fingertips, forming a small puddle on the bullet-scarred concrete ground.
When the fifth Mossad agent tried to sneak through the ventilation pipe, a sniper bullet directly blew off half his skull, scattering gray brain matter over the rusty container in a spray.
As dawn broke through the clouds, Song Heping saw the reflection on the cargo ship's deck.
That was Jiang Feng's sniper scope adjusting its angle, the light refracting off the lens like stars in the darkness.
He fumbled to take out the blood-soaked satellite phone.
Signal.
Got it...
This ans...
Mossad's interference vehicle stopped working.
With his last bit of strength, he pressed the preset ergency channel.
"You're late…"
Song Heping muttered to the cracked screen, his vision starting to blur.
In his final consciousness, he heard the heavy muffled sound unique to silenced sniper rifles echoing through the dock area, like the Grim Reaper's death knell.
As the sound of military boots splashing through water grew closer, he slled the familiar scent of gun oil— it was the CLP cleaner Jiang Feng loved, mixed with mint candy.
"Old squad leader!"
After so ti, Song Heping seed to hear familiar shouts coming from a distant horizon.
He struggled to open his eyes, but no matter how much he tried, he failed, eventually falling back into a deep sleep.
He awoke again after so unknown ti.
Finally, his eyelids opened.
The first thing he saw was a dim yellow light.
Around him were cent walls, forming an arched structure.
As he just opened his eyes, his vision was still blurry, with sleep crust making everything seem misty.
He vaguely felt he was in a tunnel.
Because it looked like one.
Struggling to sit up, a tearing pain shot through his right chest as soon as he moved.
"Hiss—"
He gasped in pain and lay back down.
"Old squad leader! You're awake?!"
Through the blur, a figure ca into view.
Song Heping tried to recognize the person in front of him.
"Jiang Feng…"
"It's !" Jiang Feng was very happy: "You finally woke up!"
He said, reaching out to help Song Heping sit up.
"Water…"
Song Heping felt his mouth dry and parched.
"Wait here."
Jiang Feng turned to leave, returning soon with a bottle of mineral water.
"Drink."
Song Heping drank the water, feeling much better and more hungry.
Glancing around, he asked, "Where is this place?"
"A tunnel."
Jiang Feng said: "Pearl Party's tunnel in southern Liben."
Song Heping tried hard to recall the previous events.
His mory was sowhat fuzzy.
Perhaps due to severe injuries, there were so blank spots in his mory.
Later that night, he couldn't recall many details.
Probably went into a killing frenzy, with nothing else filling his mind except one word—kill.
"You don't rember?"
"Sowhat fuzzy… the mory…"
"You were badly injured. We had no way to retreat according to the original plan, so Avanti arranged for you to stay here. It's safe here; Mossad won't find it, and even if they do, they wouldn't dare enter this area."
"What about the Disaster Stars?"
Song Heping finally rembered.
"They retreated. While you were fighting CIA and Mossad at the dock, they launched an attack on Kelly's command post with the help of Persian Agents."
"What about Kelly?"
"Temporarily unknown…"
"What do you an temporarily unknown?"
"The Disaster Stars killed an entire CIA squad, hit Kelly's car, which tumbled down the hill, but no body was found. Liben's military police showed up, and the Disaster Stars had to retreat."
"So, we don't know if she's dead or alive…"
Song Heping felt a bit disappointed upon hearing this.
He nearly lost his life but still didn't manage to kill Kelly.
But this outco was already good enough.
At least they disrupted the CIA's capture plan and counterattacked them.
This would make the opponent more cautious when setting traps for him next ti.
Their war had just begun.
The real show was yet to co.
As for Kelly…
Song Heping said: "Give that phone, I need to contact Henry to confirm Kelly's status. If she is dead, those guys will launch a crazy retaliation. Everyone must be prepared; the big battle has just started."
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