Song Heping didn't say anything, instead, he bent down and quickly jogged to Antonov's sniper position.
"What are you doing here?"
Antonov was quite surprised to see Song Heping arrive.
Song Heping said, "Give your gun."
"Gun?"
Although Antonov didn't quite understand what Song Heping wanted the gun for, he still handed over the VSS silent sniper rifle.
After taking the gun, Song Heping didn't waste words and said softly, "When I start shooting, imdiately change your position."
Saying this, he handed over his AKM assault rifle to Antonov and instructed, "Watch the west."
Then he issued a command over the channel: "Nura, keep an eye on the south, Khalid, you handle the north. Rember, watch carefully, if you see anyone sneaking in, shoot imdiately, do not hesitate."
As Song Heping was planning his next move, Simon's performance in the plant area had reached its climax.
"Song! I've had enough of you, you damn lunatic! If it weren't for , you would have been dead a long ti ago! You just don't trust !"
His shout carried a neurotic tremor, in reality, he was already starting to panic inside.
Suddenly, he realized sothing seed to have gone wrong.
Song Heping didn't show himself, it obviously ant he didn't trust him.
Could it be he knew this was a trap?
Thinking of this, Simon instinctively turned his head and glanced towards the direction of the woods outside the plant area.
All this was caught in Song Heping's view, and a cold smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it, isn't this just trying to set up?"
He gently rotated the focus ring of the PSO-1 optical sight, keeping the crosshair steady on the outer side of Simon's thigh.
This spot had no arterial veins, only muscle.
He didn't want to kill Simon.
But he didn't want him to leave completely unhard either.
He had to stay.
Or else today's puzzle would have no answer.
Simon had already turned around on the open ground.
He realized he had made too many mistakes.
Like an entire giant puzzle, it was supposed to be perfect in his mind, each piece fitting together to get the desired picture.
But clearly, sowhere inside, there was a mistake.
Now no matter what, the pieces in his hand wouldn't fit.
He underestimated Song Heping.
This person's insight was just too strong.
Including his subconscious backward glance earlier, it likely exposed the fact there were ambushers outside the plant area.
Thinking of this, Simon turned and began to sprint towards the outside of the plant area.
He's not stupid.
He knew it was ti to run.
Or else...
Bang—
A flash of fire appeared from the third floor of the plant area's building in the distance.
Even though the VSS subsonic ammunition has an initial speed of only 280 ters per second, it was more than enough to pierce thigh muscle over a hundred-ter distance.
The sound of the gunfire was swallowed into a muffled noise by the silencer, a unique gunshot characteristic of the VSS type sniper rifle.
The 9×39mm warhead spun tearing through the night sky and exploded a 2-centiter diater blood hole in Simon's right leg.
The scorching warhead swirled ripping through the muscle, bringing out a mist of blood, turning the tactical pants dark red in an instant.
Simon felt as if soone had struck his leg hard with a stick, causing his entire leg to go numb right away.
The pain from being hit by the bullet hadn't transmitted to the brain yet, the speed at which the warhead tore through the muscle caused the entire thigh muscle group to beco sowhat numb.
He stumbled, staggered, and after running a step, finally fell headlong to the ground.
"Oww—"
When he fell, the intense pain suddenly ca rushing like a broken dam, causing sweat to instantly bead on his forehead.
"Fuck you, Song Heping!!"
Simon was shocked, panicked, and in pain; he wanted to flee, but now he found even getting up was difficult.
anwhile, upstairs, Nura, Antonov, and Khalid, serving as the guide, were all dumbfounded.
It's really happening!
From the CIA's in-fighting earlier, to Simon's appearance, then Simon publicly blasting Jasper's head, and now Song Heping shooting at Simon.
The whole process was as ssy as a ball of yarn toyed with by a cat, their minds couldn't keep up and couldn't make sense of anything.
Simon—was clearly a CIA traitor.
His action of shooting his colleague had fully explained everything.
And then he was Song Heping's undercover.
Indeed.
From the shouts he made earlier, it was clear there was definitely a secret connection between this guy and Song Heping.
But Song Heping actually shot his own undercover agent?
SHIT!
What's going on?
"Stop yelling, Simon."
Song Heping hunched low, leaving the sniper spot he was hiding at, shouting loudly, "Do you think I can't see you're acting? Tell , how many snipers are waiting for to show up outside the plant?!"
The sound echoed, ringing so clearly in the still of the deep night.
A layer of cold sweat ford on Simon's face.
But there was nothing he could do.
He could only curse with a string of "FUCK" and "SHIT."
His left hand swiftly reached for the tactical vest—where the laser pointer used to summon the "Wild Wolf" squad for support was hidden.
Quickly, he pressed the switch twice towards the woods outside the factory.
Boom—
Boom—
Boom—
Three 40mm grenades simultaneously crashed into the window on the third floor where Song Heping had just been hiding and firing.
The blast wave shattered the bullet-proof glass, and the gust of air swept out through the doorway. Song Heping, who had just left the room, could feel the heat wave brush past him, even as he hugged the wall.
Outside the factory, the grenadier of the "Wild Wolf" squad persisted in firing 40MM grenades at every window of the building.
This was a typical case of fire suppression.
Since Song Heping and his group were hiding very covertly, even though the entire "Wild Wolf" squad was equipped with high-performance night vision goggles, they still couldn't pinpoint the exact location.
So relying on superior firepower to conduct blind coverage fire was a decent suppression thod.
Evidently, this approach was effective in the short term.
Song Heping and the others hiding in the factory building had no choice but to find cover inside, to avoid being blown to bits by a lucky grenade entering their room.
anwhile, three mbers of the "Wild Wolf" squad, dressed in black combat uniforms, ford a three-person column and began advancing into the factory premises.
The leading mber carried a heavy ballistic shield, while the two assault team mbers behind him clung closely, with assault rifles poised, aiming towards the building, ready to fire at any window flashing gun muzzles.
Soon, the coordinated trio reached Simon's side, and the shield-bearing mber always kept the shield facing the building, covering the group.
The second team mber started throwing smoke bombs ahead of the trio, followed by several flares.
The smoke quickly billowed, and the flares tore the night apart, emitting blinding light.
This was typical thermal interference.
The third team mber stepped forward to help the unfortunate Simon up from the ground, holding him up and asking, "Boss, can you walk?"
"Yes!" Simon gritted his teeth, squeezing one word out through the gaps.
Staying here even for a second was the last thing he wanted.
Even if his left leg hurt a lot now, he had to bear it.
If he didn't leave here, his life would soon be in grave danger.
The three-mber team began to retreat slowly under the cover of the shield.
"They're trying to escape!"
Khalid infiltrated, glanced, and imdiately alerted Song Heping.
"I can't see them!"
Antonov raised his assault rifle and opened fire frantically towards the general area.
"Get out of there!"
Song Heping stood outside the door and saw Antonov firing through the window for several seconds, imdiately issuing a warning.
Only then did Antonov realize his peril and ducked back behind the wall, sprinting for the doorway.
Just as he reached the door, a grenade was launched inside, striking the wall fiercely.
Boom—
The explosion went off, and the blast wave thrust Antonov directly from the doorway into the corridor, slamming him hard against the wall and bouncing back to the ground.
Without a word, Song Heping rushed over, grabbed the strap of Antonov's tactical vest, and dragged the nearly 200-pound Da Mao to a wall nearby.
Boom—
As soon as the two find cover, another grenade crashes into the room.
The fierce explosion could be felt through the wall.
Antonov lay on the ground, grimacing in pain. Song Heping crouched down and asked, "Are you injured?!"
"My back, it hurts..."
Antonov grimaced, pointing to his own back.
"They might have more than one grenade launcher. You can only do burst fire and then move from your original position. Don't linger too long, or prepare to eat grenades!"
While speaking, he flipped Antonov over.
Soon, he found the wound.
"Bear with it!"
Song Heping took out pliers from his pocket, grabbed the shrapnel sticking out a bit, and yanked it out forcefully.
"Aargh—"
Antonov couldn't help but scream.
"It's nothing, just a flesh wound. You've got thick skin, you won't die!"
After finishing, he stood up with the gun and said to the others:
"You three take different positions and fire to delay them. Don't let them escape through the factory gate so easily. Be careful and change positions! There are plenty of grenade launchers on the other side!"
Having instructed them, Song Heping turned around and headed upstairs with the VSS sniper rifle.
"What's he going upstairs for?!"
Antonov was very surprised.
He thought that Song Heping would go to the second or first floor.
Now the group was on the third floor, which was already the top floor, going higher ant the rooftop.
Although the rooftop was a vantage point, it was also exposed. On a clear moonlit night, standing on the rooftop made one practically indistinguishable from a live target.
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