The "Wild Wolf" team's trio displayed extrely strong combat quality.
Despite Antonov and Nura's attempts to stop the rescue of Simon, it was to no avail.
The shield bearer at the front was positioned perfectly, just blocking the shooting angles from Antonov and Nura upstairs. All the bullets fired were blocked by the shield, leaving the two team mbers and the dragged Simon unscathed.
Instead, Antonov and Nura were at great risk with each attack, because as soon as they fired, the muzzle flash would easily reveal their position in the dark. Without quickly moving away, a grenade would soon accurately fly in from the window.
"Suka! I can't hit that guy!"
Antonov hid behind the corridor wall, having just retreated from the room window to here, when a loud explosion imdiately resounded inside the room.
Boom——
Thick smoke mixed with dust rushed out from the doorway, the corridor filled with smoke.
Although separated by a wall, Antonov was still in shock.
If he had been a bit slower earlier, he might have just swallowed a grenade now.
He began cursing.
But there was no other option.
"I can't hit either, that shield bearer blocks all the bullets."
Nura's situation wasn't much better.
One of them used an AK74U, the other an AKM assault rifle.
Both used 7.62 caliber interdiate-power steel-cased ammunition.
Which was entirely ineffective against the heavy bulletproof shield.
Once Simon was rescued and taken to a safe area, those hiding in the refinery would likely face an even more intense attack.
If Simon remained, they would still be safe.
The enemies outside the factory were not to be underestimated.
The kind that could take out the CIA's "Watcher" team and the elite from the "Satan" Battalion A-team were definitely no amateurs.
Moreover, judging by their gear, Anton and Nura only had light weapons, while the opponents were fully equipped from grenade launchers to machine guns, clearly well-prepared.
To retrieve Simon, the "Wild Wolf" team mbers ambushed around the refinery unleashed full firepower, using grenade launchers, machine guns, and assault rifles to wildly shoot at the abandoned building where Antonov and the others took cover.
As soon as any muzzle flash was detected by the window, grenades were imdiately fired at that spot.
Antonov and Nura were so suppressed by the intense firepower that they couldn't lift their heads, only helplessly watching the trio drag Simon slowly towards the gate.
"Boss, what are you doing?!"
Antonov suddenly thought of Song Heping.
He had been missing for a while.
At this mont, from one side of the building's roof, Song Heping's head appeared at the broken fire escape.
He finally found the exit to the rooftop.
Because the building had been abandoned for a long ti, the iron ladder to the rooftop was rusted and broken, but this small issue couldn't stop Song Heping, who was trained in ard climbing.
"I'm on the rooftop."
Crouching low and sprinting, he headed to the building's west edge, peering down to check the situation below.
The trio was already close to the gate.
Just as Song Heping pulled back his head, he heard bullets whizzing past his head.
Apparently, the enemy had already stationed personnel to watch the rooftop high point, guessing the machine gunner spotted soone peeking, they imdiately fired a burst here.
Song Heping took all the Hand Grenades off himself, lined them up in front of him.
Altogether 4.
All Russian-made RGO defensive hand grenades.
RGO stands for "Ruchnaya Granata Oboronitel'naya", aning "defensive hand grenade".
This is designed to be thrown during defense from cover. The body consists of four hemispheres—external and internal upper and lower hemispheres. The internal design is ant to increase the number of fragnts.
All four hemispheres have notches for more uniform fragntation. The explosion generates about 700 fragnts weighing about 0.46 grams, flying at up to 1200 ters per second.
These fragnts are small, like serrated needles, but with enough weight to be lethal.
The four Hand Grenades actually belonged to Khalid.
Behind the wardrobe of this forr Yeni Army officer was a secret compartnt, hiding enough weapons and ammunition to equip a squad.
In earlier talks, Khalid had frankly confessed to Song Heping that he was a supporter of the Houthis Ard from the north.
This Yeni civil unrest would see the Houthis Ard deploying from the north, advancing south along the author;">Hodeidah corridor by the Red Sea, with the ultimate goal of capturing the strategic port of Aden.
According to Khalid, he had grown tired of the current governnt's weakness and pro-Western kowtowing.
The Houthis Ard was the most courageous and combative faction among the many in Yen. Compared to other ard groups, it had the strongest fighting force and will, with the strongest stance.
Stationed at Aden Port, Khalid's real task was to send daily updates on the situation to the Houthis Ard and provide details on the governnt's military deploynts within Aden, preparing them to capture the city with minimal cost when they attacked in a few days.
The weapons hidden at ho were prepared for the Houthis' reconnaissance team that infiltrated Aden first. Unexpectedly, they had beco useful now.
"Anton, find a location to act as an observer for . I'm throwing grenades at the trio, you watch for the blast points."
"Throwing grenades?"
"That's right, you find a hidden observation point to be my eyes."
"No problem!"
Antonov suddenly realized.
Song Heping went to the rooftop to use grenades to cripple the trio.
Because with a shield bearer in the trio, ordinary assault rifles couldn't harm anyone.
But Hand Grenades were different.
These things inflicted shrapnel damage, and thrown from above a far enough distance, a shield couldn't cover all three people.
This was a brilliant move!
Picking up an RGO grenade, Song Heping felt its weight, placed the gun aside, grabbed one grenade, pulled the pin, stepped back a few paces, and charged—
The rooftop was large enough, and about three or four ters from the railing, Song Heping hurled the Hand Grenade.
The RGO grenade turned into a small black dot in the night sky, spinning towards the factory gate.
"Not fully stretched... damn..."
This grenade didn't feel right to Song Heping.
His best record in the army was 84 ters.
Now on the rooftop, which was over ten ters above the ground.
He should be able to throw it about 100 ters.
According to RGO's five-second delay explosion trait, it should explode before hitting the ground.
But that's just the effect he wanted.
Boom——
An explosion ca from the direction of the gate.
By the sound, it was clear it exploded mid-air, not fully grounded, as he had estimated.
Returning to his spot, Song Heping took another RGO grenade, ran again, and threw the second one.
Boom——
Upon the second grenade's explosion, excited cries from Antonov ca through the headset.
"Hit it! Dead on! Exploded over their heads, two down!"
Seizing the opportunity, Song Heping picked up another grenade, repeating the process, and hurling it.
Every grenade landed precisely.
Acting as an observer on the third floor, Antonov clenched his fists, more nervous than Song Heping.
Of the three grenades, only the first deviated left, the other two blossod overhead.
The trio was caught off guard. They could block bullets from the building, locking Antonov and Nura's shooting angles, but couldn't defend against Song Heping's sudden attack from above.
The RGO grenades exploded about three or four ters overhead, showering hundreds of fragnts like raindrops, piercing into the throats, shoulders, and all unprotected areas of the Wild Wolf team mbers, turning them into pincushions in an instant.
The most unfortunate was Simon, lying on the ground, already injured, now further wounded, screaming in pain.
"I'll f*** your mother, Song, you damn bastard! Co out if you're brave! You piece of dog*, yellow-skinned monkey! All you know is sneak attacks from the shadows! Ah, it hurts so much..."
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