It must have been something Vincent did that offended him, so this guy decided to let these Seal Team members suffer and simply let go.
"You think you're tough?"
"You think you're a Seal?"
I gave you soldiers, I gave you tanks, now I'll just quietly watch you perform.
Although Song Heping did not have a good opinion of Vincent either.
But since he promised to act as the surrounding guard, he must ensure that these Seals were not outflanked.
Lieutenant Colonel Mandres might not care, but he couldn't ignore it.
The current speed of advancement, relying solely on two teams covering each other while hugging the walls, was absolutely insufficient.
Assuming it was over a thousand meters from the small square to the "Hunter" sniper's position, and nearly four hundred meters had already been covered, it was time to stop and establish a new sniper position.
"We're going upstairs."
Song Heping made a decision.
Bang—
As soon as his words fell, gunshots suddenly rang out from the direction of the small square.
Judging by the sound of the gunshots, it seemed to be from a large-caliber sniper rifle.
Then, a dark figure fell from the roof ahead.
"Be careful!"
Song Heping shouted loudly.
Everyone hurriedly sought cover.
Boom—
The dark figure landed heavily in the middle of the road.
It was actually a corpse.
From the clothing and the gun on the body, it was an armed militant.
Obviously, the sniper from their side at the small square noticed someone on the rooftop attempting a sneak attack and took them out.
It seemed Vincent dared to advance so boldly because he trusted the sniper Chris, believing that he could control the situation within a range of over a thousand meters, which emboldened him to push forward without hesitation.
Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Song Heping noticed two round objects popping out from the corpse.
These two objects rolled directly toward the side of the road.
"Hand Grenades!"
Song Heping immediately dove behind a corner of the wall by the road.
Boom—
Boom—
Explosions sounded.
Then, crying could be heard.
This militant probably had two grenades with the pins pulled in hand, intending to throw them down from the rooftop when the distant sniper noticed and shot him dead. As the body fell, the grenades rolled to the roadside.
The explosion raised a cloud of dust that obscured the whole street.
Song Heping raised the barrel of his gun, aiming it at the buildings across the street.
If there was one, there would be two.
If one militant appeared, there would undoubtedly be other terrorists around.
Sure enough, he saw a gun barrel jutting out from a window, followed by a head that shook slightly, peering down.
Song Heping didn't give him a chance to retract, quickly pulling the trigger.
Tap tap—
The MK18 assault rifle spit out flames.
The head sprayed blood before disappearing into the room.
"Hunter, Queen, do you see our position? There are militants inside the buildings on both sides of the street. Take control immediately, we're going in."
"No problem."
Song Heping then contacted Vincent again: "Captain Vincent, we need to enter this building to search and establish a position. You're advancing too quickly; there are militants everywhere here."
"I know," Vincent remained arrogant.
"You don't need to tell me what to do, my sniper will take care of it."
"Take care of my ass!" Song Heping cursed inwardly as he glanced at the roadside.
The recent explosion had already injured three Illigo Soldiers from the Sword Battalion; they had been dragged to the side of the road for emergency treatment.
Casualties were the most troublesome.