Crunch——
The sound of tactical boots crushing twigs made the rcenary turn abruptly, t by two muffled pops from a silenced weapon.
Song Heping held the HK USP pistol taken off sniper Lanni in his left hand and fired two rapid shots. As the 9mm subsonic rounds punched through the lining of the FAST helt, his right-hand dagger had already slashed the throat of another "Satan" rcenary crouching nearby.
Warm blood splattered onto the night vision lenses, he tilted his head to avoid the falling direction of the corpse, and slipped like a desert viper into the recently established defensive line of the elite "Satan" strike force.
"Unusual situation!"
A rcenary's shout suddenly exploded in Charles' earpiece.
"Sothing's wrong at that spot!"
He had to start checking nas on the channel.
Soon, he discovered Lance wasn't responding.
"Sothing happened at Lance's position!"
"Hans, Roder, go check it out!"
Two rcenaries, holding HK416 short-barreled rifles, started moving toward Lance's original spot.
"Be careful! The guy is around here."
"Left side!"
Roder spotted a heat source on the left side—though Song Heping had a camouflage cape and was very cautious.
No matter how cautious, it was impossible to completely isolate infrared heat sources, unless hiding behind cover.
The heat source suddenly appearing on the left, made the two react instantly, believing Song Heping had finally revealed himself.
Bang bang bang—
Bang bang bang—
Their rapid-fire skills were top-notch; the muzzles turned without aiming, and bullets were sent toward the general direction.
Absolutely fast, absolutely precise!
The handiwork of top-tier world-class rcenaries was not rough at all.
Dense bullets sprayed towards the heat source, turning it into a beehive.
The heat source disappeared.
Hans and Roder split left and right, maintaining a tactical formation as they moved forward.
Soon, they reached the heat source.
There seed to be sothing on the ground, lying in the grass.
"He's dead."
Hans was very confident.
"Hmm, seems like it…"
Roder also saw, half a human head sticking out of the grass.
"Go check."
Hans gestured for Roder to inspect the body.
"I'll cover you."
"OK!"
Roder pointed his gun towards the body's location, cautiously moving forward.
He had to be careful.
Afraid Song Heping might be playing dead and suddenly leap up.
Upon closer inspection, Roder saw clearly.
It was indeed a head in the grass.
He extended his foot, the muzzle still pointed, lightly kicking the head to see if there'd be any reaction.
But with that kick, things went wrong.
The head rolled away…
Yes.
Rolled away…
It was just a head…
Roder was instantly baffled.
The crossfire with Hans, creating a fan-shaped net, had powerful force but could only turn a person into a sieve, not decapitate them...
"Hans…"
Roder wanted to inform Hans of this bizarre situation.
At that mont, strange sounds like leaking air ca from behind, hissing.
He turned sharply, seeing Hans clutching his throat, blood spurting, resembling boiling soup overflowing in the night vision.
A black shadow stood beside Hans.
"SHIT!"
His hair stood up, turning him into a bristling cat, his hand and gun instinctively aiming at the shadow, finger already pre-loaded on the trigger.
Before he could fully aim, a bolt of cold light zipped over.
Pfft—
Roder felt a sharp pain in his throat, the intense pain slowing his movents.
Just a split second, flas burst from the opponent's pistol.
Pff—
Roder's head jerked back, then everything went black, he saw nothing...
Song Heping rushed over, crouched beside Roder's corpse, quickly stripping the MM-1 37mm grenade launcher from his back.
"Not bad, quite strong."
Carrying an HK416 and an attached grenade launcher, the guy he killed was definitely physically strong.
The MM-1 launcher, developed by Hawk Engineering Company in the US, was a handheld, portable, semi-automatic grenade launcher used from the mid-1980s.
This device was mainly used by police, security forces, and special forces of the US and so European countries as a one-person operated, handheld portable semi-automatic launcher, using a spring-driven rotating cylinder feed chanism with a 12-round cylinder in the middle.
After unlocking the safety, Song Heping scanned his surroundings, holding the grenade launcher, he unleashed a fierce barrage towards where he suspected the enemy was.
As the 37mm high-explosive shells rang out, Song Heping shifted positions again.
He heard bullets whizzing past behind him.
The small trees and grass at his previous location were unlucky, all mowed down by dense gunfire.
While shifting, Song Heping didn't idle either.
Hans's corpse had an M249 light machine gun, at this mont, it was like a gift from God.
Flipping behind an ammo box, the shockwave knocked down two rcenaries just picking up the PKM machine gun.
Three long bursts took down a visible heat source in the field of view.
Instantly, six panicked heat signals lit up in the night vision goggles.
"Co out and die…"
He muttered while finding cover behind a mound, aiming the captured M249 light machine gun.
Tat-tat-tat—
Tat-tat-tat—
Tat-tat-tat—
The M249's ammo belt started roaring.
The sound of 5.56mm NATO rounds piercing bullet-proof plates was like a hamr smashing a waterlon; two "Satan" rcenaries aiming at him were struck down at the waist.
"He's at one o'clock!"
Amidst their screams, Song Heping's fragntation grenade accurately rolled towards the rcenary trying to locate him from behind a tree.
Boom—
The explosion accompanied by a scream hurled the rcenary from behind the tree into the nearby grass.
Poof—
Poof—
Poof—
Several grenades flew in, landing in a triangular formation at Song Heping's previous shooting location.
But, they still missed.
Because he was no longer there.
After the chaotic explosions, silence suddenly fell around.
"Cease fire! Cease fire!"
The second squad leader shouted, ordering his subordinates to conserve ammunition.
The scent of gunpowder lingered in the forest, Song Heping's previous hiding spot was still smoking.
"Is he dead or not?"
Suddenly, soone cautiously asked on the channel.
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