The gunshot is the signal.
What will be the first reaction of the enemy upstairs when their accomplice downstairs suddenly falls to the ground after being shot?
Panic?
Seek cover? No, for these fanatics who lack rigorous training, it's more likely they'll instinctively rush over to check their comrade's condition!
This is a basic human reaction, especially inside a building they believe to be safe.
Song Heping bet that he would move and expose himself.
He was right.
Everything was as he had anticipated!
The echo of the gunshot hadn't even faded when a figure appeared behind the window.
An ard man also wrapped in a headscarf, with obvious shock and slight panic on his face, peeked cautiously towards the staircase. Imdiately after, as if seeing his comrade's fallen state, he jerked violently and instinctively rushed toward the staircase!
He completely forgot to find cover, exposing his entire upper body to the window in an attempt to see what happened downstairs.
"Fool."
Song Heping coldly spat out two words in his mind.
The opportunity was fleeting.
The mont the target rushed into the hallway, his figure appeared right at the spot Song Heping had pre-aid.
The muzzle barely needed any adjustnt, with only the most minute coordination between wrist and shoulder, the reticle's center once again securely locked onto the torso of the running figure.
Bang—
The second gunshot rang out almost without interval!
The SVD roared again in a muffled sound.
Through the scope, the ard man seed to be hit by a speeding car, stumbling forward violently!
The trendous impact lifted him off his feet, causing his body to briefly lose balance in mid-air before he fell heavily to the ground!
He didn't even have ti to let out a full scream.
His body slid over two ters on the dust and rubble-strewn hallway floor due to inertia, leaving a shocking trail before coming to a stop near the staircase, motionless.
The headscarf scattered, revealing half a young face that had lost its vitality.
After eliminating the two targets on the second floor, Song Heping's movents did not falter in the slightest.
As precise as a finely tuned machine, his arm muscles tensed and exerted force in an instant, raising the muzzle in a smooth and swift arc!
The view through the PSO-1 scope rapidly ascended, passing the mottled walls and fragnted window fras, instantly locking onto the third-floor rooftop edge.
Two people consecutively fell on the second floor, and the gunshots were distinctly audible.
The sentry on the third floor couldn't be oblivious, but how would he assess the situation?
Sniper fire?
He definitely would need to confirm the situation, and the most likely action would be—peeking to observe the direction of the gunshots!
And Song Heping was right in the sentry's line of sight.
Indeed!
As Song Heping raised his weapon, a silhouette appeared behind the low wall edge of the third-floor rooftop.
It was a sentry in charge of vigilance, who had clearly heard the two gunshots from afar and the sound of his cohorts falling downstairs. With confusion and alertness on his face, he looked around nervously, trying to determine the source of the gunfire.
His gaze first swept across the street below, then to further blocks, and finally, with a touch of hesitation and unease, he set his sights on the direction of the five-story building where Song Heping and Utekin were hiding!
At the exact mont his gaze focused in that direction, the face tightly wrapped in a black scarf and headscarf, revealing only a pair of puzzled and uncertain eyes, directly faced Song Heping's gun muzzle!
Distance, angle, the target's movent—in this instant reached a perfect convergence point.
There was no ripple in Song Heping's eyes, his heart as deep and still as an ancient well, reflecting only the cold crosshairs and the life about to vanish.
The pre-pressured trigger finger unhesitatingly completed the final journey.
Bang—
The third bullet, with the Grim Reaper's piercing shriek, burst from the muzzle!
The scope's view wavered slightly.
Song Heping clearly saw—the head of the third-floor sentry jerked backward violently!
The massive kinetic energy of the 7.62x54mm R rifle round, like an invisible heavy hamr, slamd viciously onto his cranium.
The black headscarf was instantly torn and flung off! A large chunk of skull, mixed with a red and white substance, exploded backward in a fan shape under the bullet's impact, tracing a brief yet cruel arc in the afternoon sunlight.
The body with half a missing head wobbled stiffly in place, then as if all its bones had been removed, it collapsed limply onto the rooftop edge, the lower half still dangling over the low wall, while the upper half sagged powerlessly downward.
Three shots.
Three corpses.
It seed as though less than ten seconds had elapsed.
Song Heping slowly released the trigger finger, noiselessly exhaling the breath trapped in his chest.
He maintained the shouldering position for a few seconds, his sharp gaze rapidly scanning all windows and possible firing ports of the target building through the scope once again, confirming no further threats.
Only then did he carefully eject the round, engage the safety, and move with the sa steadiness as if the lightning-fast sniping just now was rely an ordinary drill.
He straightened up, gently leaning the warm SVD sniper rifle against the wall.
Taking the radio from his waist, he pressed the communication button. His voice was restored to its usual calmness, even carrying a touch of indisputable decisiveness:
"Jiang Feng, drive the vehicle to the firefight point and give them so shock." The order was concise and clear.
He knew Jiang Feng would understand what "shock" ant—the 12.7 caliber heavy machine gun mounted on the pickup truck was enough to sweep away the remaining resistance with a tal storm, announcing the "Death God Squad" had taken control of the battlefield.
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