The two seed to realize that using assault rifles or submachine guns at such close range was inappropriate, so they reached for their close combat weapons, the handguns.
Both simultaneously released their long guns and moved to grab the hand holding the handgun.
In the heat of the mont, Song Heping simply lunged forward and heavily knocked Charles to the ground.
Bam—
Dust flew up from the ground.
Charles desperately clutched Song Heping's wrist holding the handgun.
Song Heping also tightly gripped the wrist of the hand that held Charles' handgun.
They both found the other's strength to be terrifyingly strong.
In a short ti, it seed neither could overpower the other.
During the stalemate, Song Heping suddenly thrust his head forward, violently colliding his forehead with Charles' nose.
Crack—
Charles felt tears pain burst out from his eyes.
After all, he was a specially trained mber of the SBS.
Despite the severe blow to his nasal bone, Charles managed to endure the intense pain. He suddenly recalled how Song Heping had been hit by a bullet during a flank assault on his squad in the Machar Swamp, with the team reporting they seed to have hit the area below the chest ribs.
He didn't care anymore and lifted his knee sharply to jab it into Song Heping's ribs.
"Damn!"
By chance, he actually hit the right spot.
The knee struck where Song Heping had been wounded by a bullet hitting the bulletproof plate.
The intense pain ca rushing in, distorting Song Heping's face, his muscles twisting together.
This guy...
Damn it!
Gritting his teeth, Song Heping fiercely ramd forward again.
Crack—
This ti, Captain Charles' nose had collapsed, with blood oozing from the bridge.
"SHIT! FUCK!"
Charles' harsh words reflected the level of his pain.
The harsher the curse, the greater the pain.
Then Charles again lifted his knee to jab at Song Heping's ribs.
Song Heping ramd once more into Charles' nose bridge.
After going back and forth several tis, both were in so much pain that their vision went dark.
Song Heping suddenly lowered his head like a beast and bit into Charles' neck.
"Oh! SHIT!"
Charles hadn't even finished screaming before a sharp pain burst from his neck as Song Heping sank his teeth into his flesh!
Two top Special Forces mbers resorting to such extre, almost thug-like, desperate tactics in this situation.
No holds barred, no jiu-jitsu, no sambo could be applied.
It was the most primitive form of fighting.
Bite!
Bite him to death!
Their strength was closely matched, resulting in a deadlock as they tangled together, with neither able to overco the other.
The one who exhausts their strength or lets their will falter even a little will be the one who dies.
Song Heping's thod to break the stalemate was very primitive.
That is to bite!
No way to shoot the gun, no way to use a knife, no way to apply techniques.
Then bite!
With teeth alone, take the opponent down!
Charles felt as though he was encountering a vampire from a film.
Song Heping bit firmly into the side of his throat, where it was close to the artery...
"Ah... Ah..."
Charles collapsed.
In that mont, for the first ti, he felt fear.
This veteran of battlefields for many years, faced death slowly but surely closing in on him for the first ti.
He wanted to fight back.
But couldn't turn his head to bite Song Heping.
Song Heping's control of posture and angle was excellent, firmly pinning him by the neck.
Every ti Charles tried to twist his neck to bite Song Heping, Song Heping's teeth would exert more force, biting deeper.
Finally, Song Heping suddenly felt a flood of liquid rush into his mouth, both fishy and slightly sweet...
And it was warm, like a cup of tea left at the window to cool to just the right temperature...
A rasping sound escaped from Charles' mouth.
Song Heping felt him slowly slip away like a deflated rubber doll...
Finally, after a minute, Charles was completely motionless.
Song Heping lay on top of him for a mont, then suddenly lifted his head and pulled out the combat knife, stabbing Charles rapidly several tis.
Charles didn't react, just moved slightly, already no longer resisting.
Song Heping saw then that his upper body was covered in blood, wet and slippery, sticky, soaking his upper body.
Raising his hand to touch his face, it was also covered in blood.
Song Heping slowly stood up, panting heavily, put away his combat knife, checked the Type 56 submachine gun, then got up and walked wobblingly outside.
The gunshots outside continued, bang bang from the first floor to the third floor.
Just out of the corridor, Song Heping saw two rcenaries shooting at the location where Jiang Feng was.
Before he hadn't seen these two people, estimating they ca down from the second floor when they heard the sound, supporting, at this mont the two occupying the nurical advantage had suppressed Jiang Feng into the room unable to move, one controlling the door, the other already starting to pull out a hand grenade.
But they never expected a sudden appearance of a nace behind them.
Bang bang—
Bang bang—
Song Heping raised his hand and took care of the two.
"Jiang Feng!"
He shouted toward the room's direction.
"Old leader!"
Jiang Feng was very excited.
The joy of surviving a desperate situation was beyond words.
Even his vocal cords were trembling, his voice shaking.
Death had always been so near.
Perhaps it was just a mont away.
But maybe a mont later, one was safe.
In the hospital corridor, the battle entered a white-hot stage.
Collins and Klein were engaged in fierce gunfire with several rcenaries on the second floor. Bullets pierced back and forth in the narrow corridor, filling the walls with bullet holes.
"Collins, cover !"
Klein growled, quickly advancing.
Collins rapidly fired his M4A1 assault rifle, suppressing the opponent's firepower.
Klein took the opportunity to charge to the door and threw in a hand grenade.
Boom—
After the explosion, the two reached the door, poured in a torrent of bullets, and finally threw in another hand grenade.
"Second floor cleared, onto the third!"
In the smoke-filled room, only two corpses were left.
"Collins, Klein!"
Song Heping appeared at the exit of the second-floor corridor, shouting into the interior.
"Boss, over here! They're all dead! The third floor is cleared too!"
Collins approached with his gun, was startled upon seeing Song Heping, taking a closer look.
"What's with you...?"
Song Heping froze for a mont, instinctively touched his mouth.
Perhaps now in others' eyes, he looked terrifying like a vampire.
"It's okay, I ended Charles."
Finished speaking, moved aside to start contacting the Ferrari crew.
"Ferrari, get the vehicles ready, we're evacuating."
Then turned around and waved to everyone: "Quick retreat, UN personnel are probably almost here."
Collins and Klein stood there in a daze for a while, finally exchanged a glance.
"Ended soone?"
"I heard 'ended'..."
Suddenly, both felt a chill run through them, goosebumps rising all over.
A few minutes later, several UN armored vehicles left the hospital quickly, disappearing into the distant darkness, leaving behind only corpses and Lucius along with the dical staff at the hospital entrance, unaware of what had happened.
On the eastward highway, inside the armored vehicle, Ferrari handed Song Heping a towel.
"Wipe yourself, you look terrifying."
"Mm." Song Heping took the towel and began to wipe his face.
Ferrari asked, "Now, should we reach the swamp edge and let the helicopter pick us up?"
"No, that's not how helicopters are used, I asked you to tell the Egyptian military personnel working for us to install two machine guns on the helicopter, has it been done?"
"Done."
"So, we're going hunting."
"Hunting?"
"Yes, find Damar's troops, take out Damar."
"What!?"
Ferrari nearly jumped up, his head almost hitting the roof.
"Are you crazy?! He has an entire regint's strength! We have just so few people to take him out?"
"That's right." Song Heping said: "We're going all the way. Do you know how a powerful entity establishes itself in a place?"
Ferrari thought for a mont and shook his head, expressing ignorance.
"By raising a flag." Song Heping said: "I rember from the gangster movies I watched when I was studying, do you know why everyone feared the boss? Because if soone sses with the boss, the whole family dies, saying they will die, they do, saying they will die by tomorrow night, they don't live until the night after, this is how to intimidate others, otherwise any cat and dog will think you are easy to bully and co looking for trouble! Tonight just tell everyone here - don't ss with us!"
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