The shops area of Port 3 was deathly silent.
In the distance, the sporadic sounds of gunfire and explosions from the city center ford a bizarre contrast to the cetery-like quiet here.
"Anton, any findings?"
Song Heping moved stealthily in the darkness, pressed against the shop walls.
The muzzle was always pointed forward.
Occasionally, he glanced at the number plates on the shops.
Soon, he found the sequence of the door numbers and began moving towards Shop 17.
"Nothing discovered..."
Antonov said sowhat puzzled, "I haven't even seen a single living person, Song, sothing feels off..."
"Keep watching."
Song Heping shared Antonov's sentints.
He had a premonition that the contact might be compromised.
But he had to take a look, he couldn't just leave because of suspicion and forgo the opportunity to et.
Shop 17 was located in the second row to the west.
After getting close, Song Heping didn't enter through the front door but circled to the back door.
The back door was a blue iron sheet door.
Song Heping leaned against one side of the door, gently nudging it with his hand.
Every action had to be extrely cautious.
If he heard the sound of a tal spring popping out, or felt resistance when pushing, or heard the faint friction of a tal wire, he had to flee imdiately.
There could very well be a trap behind the door.
The door hinge creaked slightly, but there was no trap.
The shop was pitch black inside.
Song Heping didn't rush in; instead, he stood sideways by the doorfra, drew his Glock 17, and took an M84 shock bomb from the pocket of his bulletproof vest with his left hand, then gently pulled the safety pin and tossed it inside.
"Boom——!"
The blinding flash and deafening blast instantly tore through the darkness.
Song Heping burst in at the mont of the explosion, flicking on the tactical flashlight on the gun muzzle, quickly scanning the room——
Amidst the smoke, he slled the strong scent of blood.
Under the stark white light, the corpse of a hunched old man sat slumped in the corner, his throat slit, blood long since congealed.
"Damn it..."
Song Heping's pupils contracted sharply.
This was a trap!
He imdiately growled into his earpiece, "Retreat! It's an ambush!"
But only the harsh static noise of interference greeted him——the signal was jamd!
Crack, crack——
At that instant, a slight sound ca from the ceiling, like soone stepping on the floorboards.
"Open fire!"
Soone was upstairs!
Song Heping didn't have ti to think, he rolled sideways to hide behind the counter.
Bullets shot through the wooden floor from the second floor, splintering the wooden counter into fragnts in an instant.
He braced himself with one hand on the ground, leapt up, and simultaneously fired toward the ceiling——
Bang, bang, bang——
Bang, bang, bang——
Screams echoed from upstairs.
Three precise shots, two assault team mbers fell at the sound.
Song Heping turned to dash out the back door.
This was no place to linger.
The contact operation must have been compromised.
"Song... the back door... is blocked!"
Antonov's voice ca intermittently through the earpiece, accompanied by the low gunfire of a VSS silent sniper rifle.
"Nura!"
Song Heping shouted.
He needed fire support now.
"I'm at the vantage point!" Nura's voice was calm and sharp, mingled with the sound of an assault rifle firing.
"Watch out for snipers on the roof!"
Bang, bang——
Before the words were finished, two sniper bullets pierced through the shop's window, grazing Song Heping's shoulder and lodging in the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Song Heping gritted his teeth, ramd into the side shelves, and rolled into the kitchen area while pulling a smoke bomb from his tactical belt, tossing it toward the doorway.
Thick smoke instantly filled the entire shop, completely obscuring the assault team mbers' view.
"Suppress! Seal the entrance!"
The leader of the "Watcher" squad shouted angrily.
Song Heping seized the chance, fiercely kicked open the kitchen window, and flipped himself out.
However, as soon as he landed, a black gun barrel was pointing right at him——
A "Watcher" team mber was already lying in wait!
"Ga over, Song."
The opponent sneered and pulled the trigger.
There was no ti to think.
Nor was there any chance to dodge.
At the mont the opponent fired, Song Heping whipped his body sideways, the bullet grazing his cheek, a searing pain spreading instantly.
Warm liquid slid down his cheek to his chin.
Sidestepping, he unhesitatingly raised his gun and fired——
The two were very close.
The handgun, in this situation, played a more suitable role than an assault rifle—its short raise-to-fire motion, and quicker speed.
"Bang!"
The bullet accurately hit the opponent's brow, and the body fell heavily to the ground.
But the gunshot had already revealed his position, and more footsteps were closing in from all directions.
"Song! Over here!"
Nura's voice ca from the end of the alley. She was holding an AK74U assault rifle, firing frantically at the road around shop number 17. Although the distance was far, reducing shooting accuracy, the rain of bullets landed on the buildings and the ground, causing the "Watchers" team mbers approaching shop 17 to seek cover to avoid getting blindly shot.
Antonov had already located the enemy sniper's position; the two shots he had fired at Song Heping earlier had given it away.
Papapa—
Papapa—
The gunfire from the VSS silent sniper rifle was very distinctive.
Two consecutive shots, and the enemy sniper's position fell silent instantly.
Antonov didn't know if he had killed the opponent, but quickly ducked back behind the brick structure railing on the roof.
Shooting would similarly expose his position, and the enemy would soon target him.
The situation was very unfavorable for his side now.
Just from the gunshots, he could tell there were at least a dozen of them.
And on their side, there were only three people.
"They have too many people!" Antonov shouted angrily, "We need to retreat, or we'll all die here!"
Just as he finished speaking,
Song Heping scanned his surroundings and suddenly noticed a narrow sewer entrance at the back of the fish market.
"Go underground! The sewer on the east side of the fish market!"
He shouted lowly, turning and rushing into another shop—after all, moving on the road was akin to seeking death, and passing through buildings was the safest approach.
However, just as he burst open the next shop's door and rushed in, he collided head-on with a shadowy figure.
Both took a staggered step back after the impact.
The distance was too close, and the opponent, without any hesitation, forsook the assault rifle, swiftly drew out a Butterfly Knife stowed on their forearm, and slashed toward Song Heping's throat.
A cold glint flashed.
Song Heping leaned back abruptly, the knife barely grazing across his neck, leaving a thin line of blood.
He kicked his foot towards the opponent's groin while pulling out the Mad Dog Tactical Knife with his right hand.
The kick landed solidly on the opponent's crotch.
"Ah—"
The shadowy figure scread in agony.
Song Heping didn't give him a chance to recover, quickly reversing the knife to stab into the opponent's shoulder blade!
"Ugh—"
The shadowy figure grunted, but didn't halt his movent, bringing down an elbow strike onto Song Heping's temple!
Song Heping turned his head to dodge, the knife slicing sideways, directly cutting the opponent's carotid artery!
Blood splattered, and the shadowy figure staggered back before finally dropping to their knees.
Breathing heavily, Song Heping dashed forward.
He kept bursting through shops, constantly moving between them.
anwhile, in a surveillance van several kiloters away, Jasper watched the figures moving on the infrared monitor and, in anxiety, picked up the headset to direct personally: "Find him! Surround him! Don't let him get away!"
Sitting calmly in a corner chair, Simon watched everything coldly.
Inside shop number 23, just as Song Heping retracted the Mad Dog Tactical Knife from a "Watcher" team mber's neck, a barrage of gunfire erupted suddenly, with soone outside firing blindly into the shop.
The structure of the shops here was all wooden, very simple, offering no protection against North Atlantic Treaty Organization-standard ammunition.
Bullets pierced through the walls into the interior, and Song Heping felt a sudden jolt on his shoulder and a shock in his chest area.
He imdiately realized he was hit.
Without thinking, he rolled under the shop's counter.
Reaching for his shoulder, his hand ca away bloody.
He moved it around; he could still move his hand, although it hurt.
Luckily, the bullet hadn't penetrated but had grazed a furrow.
Touching his chest, fortunately, the bulletproof vest saved his life; the bullet was lodged without penetration.
Enemies seed to be all around.
And they would soon find this place.
If any one of them spotted him, the others would quickly swarm over.
He did not doubt the Central Intelligence Agency operatives' determination to end his life.
"Nura, Anton, head towards the sewer, evacuate imdiately!"
He quickly made a decision.
"What about you?"
Anton asked hurriedly.
The interference was still substantial, and Song Heping was worried about communication breakdown.
"Don't worry about , staying will be useless, follow the backup plan, et at the abandoned warehouse, if I'm not there in two hours, leave Yen on your own."
"We won't leave you!"
"Get the hell out! Now!"
Song Heping cursed at them.
It was no ti for brotherly love.
Staying longer would only result in more deaths.
It was completely pointless.
Bullets were still whizzing overhead.
Shouts ca from outside, seemingly from two people.
But within minutes, it could be a dozen.
Song Heping's gaze suddenly fell on the corpse.
He quickly dragged the body over, stripping off the gear at top speed.
All these guys wore hoods.
"Not bad!"
He swiftly donned the hood, then put on the opponent's headset and night-vision goggles.
Then he picked up the opponent's MP5 submachine gun, fired a few shots at the wall, and then shouted in a rough English voice towards outside, "I got him! He's here!"
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