On the rooftop 300 ters away, Song Heping lay quietly, his eyes sharp as an eagle, observing every detail in the distance.
The sniper from the Mossad ambush team had no ti to react before the bullet pierced through his head, ending his brief life. The entire process was so fast that not even a scream was uttered, only the sound of his skull shattering echoed in the air.
Song Heping witnessed this scene through his scope, red blood spurting out, his hair began to stand on end slowly, like a smoker who has gone without cigarettes all day suddenly inhaling the first puff — killing was indeed pleasurable!
He did not linger on the spot, nor did he need to observe further. He knew the opponent was definitely dead, and that was enough.
Quickly, he swiveled his gun, this ti targeting the two Mossad agents peeking from the alley opposite the gate of Factory 54.
With the magnification of the scope, Song Heping could even see them pulling out Uzi submachine guns from their backpacks.
These submachine guns are extrely compact and efficient, with a theoretical firing rate reaching 1500 rounds per minute. In close combat, such a high firing rate ans it can quickly output powerful firepower, effectively suppressing the enemy in a short ti, making them ideal for secret operations and indoor close combat.
However, such a high firing rate also brings so issues. So of the subsequent improved micro Uzi submachine guns have an even faster rate, capable of emptying 20 rounds within less than a second of trigger ti, making the gun extrely difficult to control, the recoil during continuous firing affects shooting accuracy.
To solve this problem, designers eventually adopted asures such as adding weight to the bolt, sowhat reducing the firing rate, enhancing the controllability of the gun during continuous firing, allowing it to maintain the advantage of high firing rate while being better controlled by the user, fulfilling its combat effectiveness.
The muggy wind carrying the fishy sll of the Nile River, Song Heping lightly tapped his index finger three tis on the trigger guard, a habit he developed in Unit 203 — using touch to confirm the state of readiness to shoot.
anwhile, the reticle had locked onto one of the Mossad agents. When the tassels of Nura's black headscarf disappeared behind the factory's iron gate, his pupils suddenly narrowed to the size of a pinhead.
On another street fifty ters from the factory, a dilapidated garbage truck loaded with a pile of trash passed through a road that had fallen into disrepair.
Song Heping lightly pressed the trigger.
Thud—
A bullet exited the barrel, causing the reticle to shake from the shot.
Song Heping quickly controlled it, turning to the other agent, pulling the trigger a second ti in the shortest ti possible.
Thud— the upper bodies of the two agents exploded into a mist of blood, collapsing to the ground like puppets whose strings were cut, taking their final breath within a short ti.
"Kivaari Anti-terrorist type, tungsten alloy armor-piercing rounds, really useful!"
The shape of the muzzle flash still lingered on Song Heping's retina, his brain automatically retrieving weapon data.
After Song Heping eliminated the second agent hiding in the alley, new gunfire ca from the northwest, from the direction of the factory where Nura was.
They started shooting!
Song Heping's cheek was pressed tightly against the gunstock, he quickly adjusted his gun, the sll of gunpowder still lingered in his nostrils.
In the scope, a figure flashed past the third floor of the factory building five hundred ters away.
That was one of the Mossad agents ambushing in the factory's premises.
At this mont, he was evidently confused, as according to their plan, after Nura entered the factory, the two companions in the alley should have followed Nura into the factory, responsible for cutting off the opponent's retreat not allowing them to escape.
But Nura had already entered the factory, yet saw no sign of his companions following in.
His hand was pressed against his headset, repeatedly calling and inquiring on the channel, wanting to know what went wrong.
Song Heping's reticle locked onto him.
The wind direction suddenly changed.
The city wind, affected by the buildings and temperature, often creates unpredictable back-drafts.
Song Heping needed to take the wind direction and wind speed into account.
After all, he was 500 ters away from the factory.
His peripheral vision fell on the clothes hanging across the rooftop, holding his breath waiting for the direction of the clothes' edges to stabilize.
Two seconds later, just as the Mossad agent on the third floor of the factory building was about to pull back his body from the corridor, the reticle in Song Heping's scope had already predicted his body's trajectory.
Thud—
The third shot.
In 0.6 seconds, the bullet blew away half of the target's skull.
Brain matter and bone fragnts drew an arc under the glaring sunlight, like a death flower blooming in the heat wave.
"Three left." He licked his dry lips, beginning to move the reticle to search for the next target.
From the factory direction, Hebrew short calls ca from the factory area, the remaining three Mossad agents seed to have realized what happened, they were shrinking the encirclent trying to surround Nura.
Song Heping's pupils were constricting at this mont, the intense sunlight was not a good thing for a sniper.
Another shadow rushed out from another building in the factory area, heading towards the main building, apparently he had seen Nura entering the main building, this guy was going to cut off Nura's retreat.
Song Heping's breathing beca rapid, his fingers trembling slightly on the trigger guard, not from nerves but from excitent. He was like a leopard lurking in the dark, waiting for the best mont to strike.
He quickly adjusted his breathing, reaching the optimal rhythm for heartbeats and breathing. The reticle closely followed the Mossad agent heading towards the main building, his eyes piercing through the hot air locking onto the target.
The agent evidently did not realize that danger was approaching, while running he was calling his companions using the intercom. Song Heping's lips curled into a cold smile, he waited, waited for the best shooting angle.
Finally, when the agent ran to the corner of the main building, his body slightly exposed for a brief mont, Song Heping decisively pulled the trigger.
Thud—
A bullet with a deadly aura pierced the agent's chest, sending him flying away.
The Mossad agent's body drew an arc in the air, landing heavily on the ground, blood imdiately staining the ground red.
Song Heping did not pay attention to the unfortunate one lying on the factory grounds, quickly turning the reticle to the next target, he had already seen the muzzle of a gun peeking out from another factory building.
"Two left."
While muttering to himself, Song Heping's actions were swift as lightning, quickly changing shooting positions, setting up the gun again at the fastest speed to avoid the opponent from judging his position based on the gunshots.
At this mont, his brain quickly calculated the enemy's position and movent trajectory, as if every second he was engaged in a silent ballistic dialogue.
Just as he left his previous position, a burst of bullets hit the cent barrier where he had set up his gun.
Mossad agent's military quality was not bad.
His gun was equipped with a silencer, the opponent had roughly judged his position based on the location where his companions fell and the angle of the bullet trajectory.
Now, they should understand why the snipers ambushed nearby hadn't moved.
Because they were all dead.
Nura hadn't appeared in sight.
Nobody knew her fate.
But Song Heping didn't have ti to consider more, despite the gunfire in the factory area intensifying, the priority was to eliminate all agents in the shortest ti.
He deeply knew that in this life-and-death duel, any slightest mistake or distraction could lead to fatal consequences.
Thus, he had to remain calm at all tis, focusing all senses on the fight ahead.
The next target appeared in his sight, a rifleman hiding behind the window, trying to adjust his angle to shoot.
Song Heping pulled the trigger without hesitation, the bullet whizzed out hitting the opponent's head accurately, instantly ending his life.
The last enemy was exposed too, shocked by the sudden death of his companion, standing dazed.
Song Heping gave him no chance to breathe, a precise long-distance shot left him forever on this land.
"Sixth one."
The battle was over, Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.
Surveying the surroundings, confirming no enemy was overlooked, he swiftly disassembled and packed the Kivaari rifle, took the dead sniper's coat and put it on, hid the MP7 submachine gun in the coat, hurried downstairs to find Nura.
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