The eting of experts piqued Song Heping's interest.
This was the first ti Song Heping encountered such a smart and battlefield-aware opponent.
Boom——
Boom——
Two hand grenades exploded almost simultaneously.
In the confined space, the shockwave and sound waves from the explosion made it hard to breathe, inducing a nauseous feeling.
Song Heping knew it was impossible to wait any longer.
The opponent would certainly launch a new attack the mont after the explosion.
At this mont, both sides were in a delicate state—scrambling for initiative.
Both knew each other's location, and whoever lobbed a hand grenade into the other's room would be halfway to victory.
Without much thought, Song Heping imdiately noticed another door in the room he was in.
This door was not on the structural blueprint Lucius had drawn; perhaps Lucius overlooked such details and only drew the major layout.
He didn't know where it led, but it was definitely better than staying here.
"Jiang Feng, relocate!"
Before leaving the room, he shouted to Jiang Feng in Chinese.
As he finished speaking, he was already at the door and slamd into it.
The door was a wooden door.
Song Heping easily knocked it open and stumbled inside.
Intense pain flared from where he had been shot under his ribs earlier.
"Damn…"
He cursed to alleviate the pain.
Just as he was getting up, he heard a noise in the room.
Sothing seed to have rolled in.
Sure enough!
The guy had actually thrown a hand grenade in here.
This move was anticipated by Song Heping.
He could have stayed and lobbed a hand grenade back at the opponent.
But this wasn't Song Heping's combat style.
He detested such childish, turn-based grenade tossing gas.
Faster!
Fiercer!
Kill the opponent directly!
Give the opponent no chance to catch a breath!
The opponent was definitely stalling.
Because stalling was advantageous for him.
This was also a strategy.
But he used it in the wrong place, on the wrong person.
Surveying the room, Song Heping found it was a testing room, with so equipnt inside, and a small door next to the equipnt.
There was no way out and no ti to think.
Song Heping folded the stock of his Type 56 submachine gun—the gun was designed for close combat, with a folding stock providing soldiers enough room to maneuver the muzzle freely indoors.
He gently pushed open the door and entered, gun in hand.
Inside was a small room, with another door on the opposite side.
Though the hospital wasn't large, the structure of this building seed rather complex. Perhaps after construction, for convenience, doctors or nurses opened doors to connect different rooms, making it sowhat maze-like.
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
Song Heping's mind was in a state of exhilaration.
The urge to kill surged like a tide.
He continued pushing doors open.
In front was a corridor!
A corridor!
Song Heping imdiately matched it with the layout he morized.
He quickly confird he was in the corridor turning right after entering the hospital's main entrance, then left.
aning, if he continued forward five ters and turned right, he could see the person hiding behind the main door corridor!
The guy who threw a hand grenade at him!
"Prepare to die!"
Song Heping's pupils shrank as he maintained a shooting stance, muzzle forward, moving quietly.
At the corner, he took a deep breath, then suddenly leaned out, with the muzzle aid down the corridor.
Almost simultaneously, a dark mass appeared in his view.
Sothing had blocked the muzzle.
It was a head.
The owner of that head seed about to enter Song Heping's corridor section, and they unexpectedly t head-on at the corner!
No, it wasn't a eting; it was a direct collision.
The man was montarily dumbfounded, his muzzle not directly aid at Song Heping but slightly askew because Song Heping had only poked out half his body, not sidestepped fully.
If he had fully stepped out, the opponent's gun would have aid directly at his chest.
But Song Heping's muzzle was aid perfectly at the opponent's head.
Bang bang!
In a reflexive action, Song Heping pulled the trigger.
The head exploded not half a ter from him.
Song Heping felt sothing splatter on his face, with a strong bloody sll.
But this wasn't the ti to care about minor details. Song Heping grabbed the sliding body, propping it ahead as a shield.
With the muzzle still perched on the opponent's shoulder, he aid at the corridor's end.
From the corridor's end near the main door, a shadow turned swiftly, raising a gun to shoot, quick and accurate.
Bang bang bang bang—
Bullets rained like raindrops onto the body in front of Song Heping.
Luckily, all the warheads hit the upper body, protected by the bulletproof vest, with none penetrating through to harm Song Heping.
In less than a second, Song Heping had gained the upper hand.
After all, in expert combat, life and death are decided in an instant.
Song Heping could have taken cover after killing the guy at the corner, at least having the advantage in the exchange.
But doing so would lose the initial combat advantage, as the guy at the main door, who threw the hand grenade, would surely react, blocking the corner with bullets, forcing Song Heping to retreat.
Then, the situation would stall again.
This wasn't what Song Heping wanted to see.
The longer the delay, the more it worked against him.
He wanted to resolve the fight as quickly as possible, choosing to push forward aggressively.
Now, he won the gamble.
Just a second.
The opponent imdiately adjusted his muzzle to shoot at the body and Song Heping's legs.
There were no bulletproof vests there.
But before that second was up, Song Heping had already opened fire.
Bang bang bang—
Three short bursts.
The opponent let out a dull groan, staggered two steps backward, and disappeared into a room by the corridor.
Just as he dashed into the room, Song Heping fired two more bullets, hitting the doorfra and breaking the bricks.
If it had been slightly slower.
That guy would have his head opened with bullets.
"Nice!"
Song Heping inwardly praised the opponent's speed and reaction.
And how he made the right choice in adversity.
If he hadn't moved back a second earlier, he'd be on his way to et the maker.
The opponent hid in a room, and Song Heping no longer stayed on the corridor.
The corridor was lined with rooms on both sides.
He imdiately dashed into the nearest room.
Like other rooms, it had a door.
The direction was towards the main door.
Song Heping rushed forward and slamd the door.
Inside was another room, and Song Heping saw another door, instinctively sidestepping.
Bang bang bang—
The door got peppered with bullet holes, penetrating through to where Song Heping previously stood, leaving bullet marks on the gun.
"Not bad!"
The opponent's accuracy and judgnt gave Song Heping a sense of facing a worthy adversary.
But he didn't stop, charging to the door, kicking it open, and tossing a hand grenade in.
The opponent also threw a hand grenade into Song Heping's room.
Again, the sa tactic.
Without hesitation, Song Heping lunged towards so equipnt and a bed, flipping them over as cover, lying behind.
Boom——
Boom——
Simultaneous explosions.
Before the sound faded, Song Heping had leaped up, gun ready, charging in.
Just entering the door, amidst the thick smoke, the two clashed head-on.
Song Heping reached out and grabbed the opponent's gun barrel.
The opponent also grabbed Song Heping's gun barrel.
Both simultaneously pulled the other's muzzle away while reaching for their waists with their other hands.
Pistol!
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