The GRU operatives outside the door were definitely not amateurs. Though Song Heping managed to kill three, they still maintained a considerable degree of composure—two by the door kept up suppressive fire, while two rushed in and quickly dragged the injured out.
Almost simultaneously, a GRU agent threw two tear gas canisters into the room.
Their coordination was fluid, and their crisis response was rapid.
The irritating gas quickly released from the canisters.
Song Heping hurriedly signaled to Utekin in the small room opposite, indicating that he had to evacuate imdiately.
It was evident that the GRU outside would hold the door, then wait for the gas to fill the entire room before storming in with the help of the tear gas.
This was almost a standard procedure, tried and true.
"Jiang Feng, how's the situation downstairs?"
Song Heping estimated the ti, believing Jiang Feng should have already retreated downstairs through the secret passage.
"We've reached the back of the building..."
Before he could finish, gunshots rang out in the background.
"There are GRU..."
"Take them out! Imdiately! Establish a periter!"
Song Heping knew this was the critical mont.
The GRU operatives had just arrived, but they weren't fools; they would definitely surround the building in units.
That's why Song Heping had Jiang Feng retreat imdiately through the corridor, leaving through the secret passage in Utekin's room—soone like Utekin, a forr GRU Major, would also consider a retreat plan. Any Special Forces mber or operative would have a Plan B prepared when executing a mission.
Fortunately, his assumption was entirely correct. Just as Jiang Feng retreated downstairs, he engaged in a firefight with the approaching GRU operatives.
"I don't care what it takes, take down those roadblocks, fight your way to the front door, and blow up their car!"
"Understood!"
Jiang Feng also knew the situation was life or death.
He had to go all out.
If he failed, not only would he perish, but Song Heping and Utekin upstairs would also die!
The white smoke of tear gas spread across the floor like a venomous snake.
Song Heping's eyes instantly beca bloodshot, the burning pain shooting straight from his sinuses to his forehead.
He quickly tore a rag from the kitchen, not caring about the greasy sll on the filthy thing, turned on the faucet to wet it, and tied it around his face, covering his mouth and nose.
"Rookies! It's ti for your aromatherapy bath again today!"
The shout of Captain Lei Ming echoed in his ears.
In the first week of the 203rd selection training, they were occasionally locked in a sealed chamber filled with tear gas until they finished reading the designated instructions before they could be released.
The muscle mory from the endurance training back then saved Song Heping—he controlled the burning sensation in his lungs with tactical breathing, and the tears rolling down his cheeks didn't affect his vision at all.
"Jiang Feng, report the situation!"
Song Heping shouted into the radio in a low voice while signaling Utekin in the opposite room with hand signs—cover .
The radio crackled with a broken response: "Back alley... two... taken care of..."
The distinct short bursts of an AK-105 could be heard clearly in the background.
"Currently moving towards the front door..."
Song Heping's mouth curled into a cold smile.
The GRU had indeed surrounded us as expected, but they didn't anticipate Jiang Feng attacking from behind.
He crouched and darted towards the kitchen, where the gas ford a milky sea of death below the waist.
The roar of Utekin's AK-12 ca from behind, the 7.62mm bullets tearing the wooden door to shreds, temporarily suppressing the enemy at the door.
The kitchen was filled with a heavy gas odor.
Song Heping pulled out a tactical folding knife, the blade flashed, and the gas hose was cut in response.
The hissing of the leaking gas was instantly drowned out by gunfire, but he could feel the combustible gas rapidly filling the enclosed space.
He turned to shout at Utekin, "Retreat!"
He then tied the safety pin of his last hand grenade to the kitchen door handle, the movent smooth as if rehearsed hundreds of tis.
Utekin didn't hesitate, turned, and entered the secret passage in the room closet—a hidden door leading to a spiral fire escape ladder.
Song Heping took one last look at the room about to turn into a hellscape—he had to leave imdiately; the gas concentration was increasing, and a single spark would be enough to send the entire floor skyward.
Suddenly, intense firefight erupted downstairs.
Jiang Feng and his three team mbers advanced along the wall towards the door. Soon, they reached the corner of the building. From here, the street at the front door ca into view, where the GRU operatives' vehicles and two lookout mbers were parked by the roadside.
This assault trooper from the forr Air Assault Brigade reconnaissance battalion didn't give the two lookouts much of a chance, turning to make tactical hand signals to a rcenary special operations platoon mber behind him.
The two moved up, leaning against the corner.
"3—2—1!"
One stood, one knelt, both simultaneously raised their guns.
Bang bang—
Bang bang—
With two bursts, the heads of the two GRU drivers beside the car at the front door exploded, and they fell heavily to the ground.
Upstairs.
The GRU operatives outside the door saw that a large amount of tear gas had already seeped out from the room. After nodding to each other to confirm entry was possible, the leader signaled "breach," and two team mbers quickly entered the room one after the other.
Inside the smoke, the living room was empty.
"The living room is secure..."
The first team mber to enter confird the situation to the leader.
Two more people followed in.
The four of them cautiously split into two groups to search the living room.
The living room was small, easily visible at a glance.
However, they were still very cautious due to Song Heping's previous ruthlessness.
The small room's door was closed, and the kitchen door was closed.
The two teams approached the kitchen and the small room, one on each side.
A GRU agent lightly placed his hand on the kitchen doorknob, gently twisting it—
Click!
The door wasn't locked tight.
He was a bit surprised.
Then he pushed the door open and cautiously retreated to the wall, as the team mber behind him had already drawn a hand grenade, preparing to throw it inside.
But before he could throw it, there was already a sound inside as sothing hit the ground.
Thud thud thud—
The object seed to have rolled a few tis.
"Grenade!"
The GRU agent by the door shouted to warn his companions.
He felt grateful for his caution.
Opening the door and then waiting against the wall was the right move, otherwise rushing in might have gotten them blown up again.
Just then, cries ca through the earpiece from the team mbers downstairs: "Fire at the main entrance! They're coming out!"
The leader didn't react imdiately.
Main entrance?
They were just retaliating from inside the room, how did they get to the front door so quickly?
He was about to ask the downstairs team what had happened when a sudden, intense explosion erupted in the room.
Boom—
A fireball erupted from the room, blowing off the door, and the massive shockwave shattered the poorly built walls. The explosion from the gas tank was much more powerful than a hand grenade, and the three GRU agents standing outside the door were instantly blasted into the wall on the opposite side of the corridor, crashing heavily onto the ground.
Song Heping had just slid down to the second floor when a deafening explosion ca from above.
The entire apartnt building shook violently, orange fireballs spewing out from the kitchen window, with the shockwave dislodging the drainage pipes from the wall.
Two GRU agents' bodies were blown out of the shattered window by the blast, landing heavily on the ground below, hitting the ground before Song Heping.
At this mont, Song Heping was only about five ters above the ground, a safe height.
He let go of the now-loosening drainage pipe without hesitation, landing with a forward roll to absorb the impact, his face still cut by flying concrete debris.
"Old squad leader!"
Jiang Feng ran over and pulled him up.
In the distant street, Egyptian police and military whistles were sounding one after another.
Utekin, who had slipped out of the building earlier, had already started the escape vehicle disguised as an ambulance, pulling up to the group.
Song Heping scanned the surroundings—two GRU agents, blown from the gas explosion, lay in a pool of blood in the alley, one with his gas mask blown off, revealing a face of mangled flesh.
Farther at the front entrance, the three black SUVs they ca in were fully engulfed in flas.
"Get in the car! Quick!" Utekin roared as he shifted gears.
Just as they jumped into the vehicle, the ambulance roared into the alley.
Song Heping looked back through the rear window; the whole corner of the top floor of the apartnt building had collapsed, with fierce flas licking the night sky.
The interior of the ambulance was filled with the sll of blood and sweat.
Jiang Feng was checking the injuries of the severely wounded team mber and reported after checking: "Ocam took a bullet to the shoulder, it's not fatal..."
The team mber nad Ocam bit down on the bandage, enduring the pain while Jiang Feng bandaged him, cold sweat covering his forehead.
"Nicely done." Song Heping patted Jiang Feng's shoulder and turned to Utekin: "Seems like soone really doesn't want showing up in Siria."
"No need to ask, it's definitely Zhaoyi Valley," Utekin sharply turned the steering wheel, the ambulance skidding onto the main road: "The one who could bring GRU to Egypt to target you—there's no one else but him."
Song Heping sighed, "I have a bad habit; I hate being threatened and love doing exactly what those who dislike don't want to do."
His words were a bit of a tongue-twister, and Utekin glanced at Song Heping, looking slightly puzzled.
Song Heping shrugged, "This ti, I'm definitely going to Siria."
After a brief pause, he continued: "You must have a plan, right? So, what's the next step? How do we get to Siria?"
"We're going to Alexandria Port, pier number seven; it's all set up," Utekin said, "We'll travel by water. Once we reach Siria, we'll head straight to the Western Army's camp. Our base station, Vakner, is there. Once we're there, Zhaoyi Valley wouldn't dare attack us openly."
Song Heping took out a piece of chewing gum and popped it into his mouth, chewing a few tis before asking, "By the way, I really want to et this Zhaoyi Valley, see what he looks like. I've never t him, yet he wants dead so badly?"
He laughed after saying that.
Utekin laughed too, and after a mont replied, "What's the point? He's just a petty man!"
Song Heping paused, then burst into laughter.
After laughing, he felt a bit helpless.
It seed he naturally attracted trouble.
Now, not only did the CIA want him dead, but also the French, the British, and even now the Russians wanted him dead.
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