Pence retreated hastily towards the dedicated fire escape, surrounded by bodyguards.
On the way, two of the bodyguards quickly put another set of level III bulletproof vests on him and fastened a Kevlar helt.
This is the heavy-duty bulletproof vest used only in ergencies; he had always worn the light type before.
This ant that he was now in an extrely dangerous state.
Although this custom armor worth 8,000 US Dollars could stop a 7.62mm rifle bullet, it gave him no sense of security at this mont.
He knew that lunatic too well—Song Heping never launches a frontal attack, he is like a true ghost, always finding the opponent's weakest mont.
"Sir, we're taking the ergency passage."
Bodyguard leader Mc Coy opened the secret door to the hotel's fire escape, a hidden passageway for VIPs that leads directly to the underground parking lot.
Pence's legs were sowhat weak, covered in cold sweat.
He heard Mc Coy frantically calling, "Repeating, cancel the airborne evacuation! The sniper has controlled the vantage point! Execute ground plan!"
As the elevator descended to the second subterranean floor, the shirt beneath Pence's suit was soaked with cold sweat.
Four identical black Range Rovers were neatly arranged in the dedicated parking area, with four fully ard bodyguards standing beside each vehicle.
"In this one, sir."
Mc Coy opened the door to the third car, a specially modified bulletproof model.
"Don't worry, we'll be out of here soon. The local police have been inford and they'll be arriving shortly."
Pence climbed into the cabin, slling leather mixed with fear.
The bullet-proof glass was a full 5 centiters thick, the door weighed three tis as much as a regular car.
This sense of safety cald him slightly until he noticed the black partition rising between the driver's seat and the backseat.
"What's the aning of this?" He pounded the panel.
"Standard procedure, sir."
Mc Coy's voice transmitted through the car's communication system.
"It's to prevent hijackers from coercing the driver. Please fasten your seatbelt; we're departing now."
Pence was montarily stupefied.
Having served for years as Deputy Director of the CIA, though in an administrative role, he understood this procedure.
He was just too frantic…
Hearing Song Heping had co for him, his hands turned icy.
Damn it!
That accursed madman!
He cursed him continually in his heart.
The roar of the engine echoed, and the convoy headed toward the underground parking lot exit.
Pence's vehicle was in the second sequence, guarded by escort vehicles at both front and rear.
"Group B has set off, moving through the exit," Mc Coy's voice ca with an electrical noise, "Stay alert, the sniper may still be—"
The convoy sped toward the exit.
The lights ahead gradually thinned, replaced by the brighter lights at the exit.
Seeing the exit, Pence's heart gradually started to settle…
The convoy entered the exit channel, the barrier lifted…
Continuing forward…
Ahead lay the exit…
Behind the exit barrier was a passage about twenty ters long.
Beyond the passage was the road.
Once on the road, the convoy could imdiately escape Song Heping's pursuit by relying on high-speed mobility; even if the opponent chased in a vehicle, delaying the pursuit for twenty minutes would suffice for the police to arrive.
As the convoy reached the bend of the passage, suddenly a Corolla sedan appeared on the right.
In the passenger seat, Mc Coy glanced vigilantly at the strange car.
The driver's cabin was dark, and it was unclear if anyone was inside.
Suddenly, a bright light flashed through his mind, and a layer of cold sweat erged on Mc Coy's forehead.
"Accelerate! Accelerate!"
A sense of impending danger surged like a tide.
Specially trained Mc Coy instantly detected the scent of danger.
Unfortunately, it was too late.
Boom—
Firelight suddenly exploded in the darkness.
The explosion sound descended like the apocalypse.
Pence felt his entire body being tossed into the air, the armored vehicle rolled like a toy.
His head banged violently against the car roof, the seatbelt dug into the flesh of his shoulder.
Amidst the whirlwind of the world, he heard the screeching sound of tal being torn, followed by the pounding sound of raindrops—a swarm of countless screws pierced the car body at supersonic speed, like a locust swarm devouring crops, riddling the bullet-proof glass with a cobweb of cracks.
When the vehicle finally stopped rolling, Pence's ears were filled with a buzzing.
He slled gasoline and blood, saw the wreckage of the front car burning, and the twisted tal fras faintly showing charred bodies.
The Toyota Corolla equipped with an IED had already vanished, reduced to bits scattered on the ground, all vehicles at the scene riddled with dense hollows.
"Sir! Can you still move?"
Mc Coy's voice faintly drifted from outside the car.
"We need to get you——"
A gunshot interrupted the call.
Pence saw through the crack that Mc Coy's head exploded like a waterlon, his body slamming into the car window before slowly sliding down alongside the vehicle.
The blood that splattered dyed the window red, leaving a streak as Mc Coy's body slid down.
Bang bang——
Bang bang——
Bang bang——
Then ca more precise shots, each gunfire accompanied by the screams of a bodyguard.
"Nine o'clock direction!"
The surviving bodyguard shouted as he fired, but was imdiately turned into a sieve by a burst of bullets.
Pence curled up in the deford car cabin, reaching for the spare pistol under the seat. It was a silver Colt M1911, with "CIA" engraved on the grip—his nto from over twenty years of service.
At this mont, this cold tal was his only reliance.
Outside the bullet-proof car, the gunfire suddenly ceased.
Pence heard boots crunching on shattered glass, coming from afar getting closer.
He held his breath, pointing the gun in the direction of the sound.
"Bullet-proof car, what a hassle."
A voice with a Russian accent echoed.
"Boss wants confird kills."
"Let ."
This ti, it was an Asian accent, causing Pence to shudder—he had heard recordings of this voice, it was Jiang Feng, Song Heping's right-hand man.
tal clanging noises ca from the roof, soone was inspecting the overturned Land Rover.
Suddenly, a beam of intense light shone in through the shattered windshield, blinding Pence.
"Inside! Still alive!"
White Bear's voice carried excitent.
"Back window has a crack!"
Pence fired three shots towards the light source, but the bullets were all blocked by bullet-proof glass.
The angry roar of an AK rifle responded, bullets hitting the sa spot on the window fra precisely.
With a "crash", a small hole appeared in the glass.
"No... wait..." Pence retreated in despair, leaning heavily against the seat: "We can talk—"
The two outside didn't provide him any reply.
What answered him were two dark objects.
Two round objects were pushed in through the shattered bullet-proof glass hole, landing by his feet.
Pence realized they were two RGD-5 hand grenades with safety pins removed, their black cast iron shells etched with rough grooves—killers designed to increase fragnts.
In his final consciousness, Pence recalled what he had once said to trainees at the Virginia training ground twenty years ago: "Rember kids, in this trade, either you take out the target, or the target takes out you. There's no third ending."
Boom——
Inside the bullet-proof car erupted a ball of fire, the door blasted open by the shockwave, leaving Pence's mangled body like a ragdoll hanging on the twisted car fra.
Three hundred ters away, an inconspicuous Nissan SUV slowly approached.
Song Heping gripped the wheel with one hand, peering at the smoke wafting from the parking lot exit ahead.
Upon seeing Jiang Feng and White Bear running out from the exit, gesturing "target cleared" at him, he pressed his earpiece: "Clean up the traces, evacuate as planned."
White Bear swiftly laid aluminum thermite incendiary bombs on several corpses, while Jiang Feng collected all the shell casings.
When the first sound of a fire alarm ca from afar, the two had already jumped into the waiting Nissan SUV.
"Old Captain, that old fox is more cowardly than expected."
Jiang Feng wiped the blood off his face, his tone relaxed as if he'd just played a basketball ga.
"I thought the forr CIA Deputy Director could hold out a bit longer, but he was bawling, begging for rcy like a pathetic baby."
Song Heping glanced at the burning convoy in the rearview mirror, the firelight illuminating his chiselled face.
"Fear is the best weapon. He knows I've co, and knows he is dood."
The SUV turned into an alley, the trio quickly switched to another prearranged sedan. As police and ambulances sped past, they headed towards a safe house in the suburbs.
Outside the car window, N'Djana's night sky was dyed red by the fire.
Song Heping pulled out a satellite phone, dialing that familiar number.
"Tell Ms. M, the bill is settled."
He said briefly, hanging up without waiting for a response.
In the distance, the firelight gradually diminished, eventually disappearing into the night.
Just like the na Pence.
For Song Heping, this was rely another finished hunting ga, he could almost foresee how Langley's director would react upon receiving this news.
But so what?
Disregard life and death, challenge if discontent.
He recalled a very famous phrase——To fight for however long, let us not decide, they can fight for as long as they want, until complete victory!
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