Just as Song Heping and Willie threw their hand grenades, the adversaries also hurled hand grenades into the hallway.
Boom——
Boom——
Boom——
In the room, hand grenades flew chaotically, and the sounds of explosions were incessant.
Even with noise-cancelling headphones, Song Heping could still feel the force of the shockwave, including a severe jolt to his body.
In a confined space, throwing hand grenades at each other would have been alright if there were cover, at least the shrapnel wouldn't hurt oneself.
But the shockwaves were unbearable, relying solely on individual endurance.
Now, no one dared to rashly advance without throwing hand grenades in a round.
Everyone knew there were experts inside or opposite them.
A series of explosions left the room in complete disarray, pieces of carpet and furniture flying everywhere, dust rose from the ground, obscuring everyone's vision.
Song Heping retreated further into the room, hiding inside.
He was now waiting for an opportunity.
Sure enough, it didn't take long for him to find one.
The assault team members outside, after dodging Song Heping's hand grenades, rushed in impatiently.
They did not know that they had already stepped one foot into Yama Palace.
Song Heping retreated further inside with the intention of luring them forward.
Entering the room required first passing through the hallway.
The previously placed trap mine was situated at the entrance of the hallway.
If it were a normal attack, with the agility and alertness of these assault team members, they would easily have spotted the parachute cord on the ground.
However, the smoke and dust from the explosions had already obscured their vision. The assault team members took the opportunity of Song Heping retreating after the explosion to charge in and attempt to riddle him with bullets. Thus, they rushed forward in formation as soon as the explosions ceased.
They fell directly into the trap that Song Heping had set up for them.
Their entire focus was devoted to the direction of the room, staring intently at the doorway to prevent Song Heping from suddenly attacking them.
The hand grenade's pull ring, attached to the hallway wall 30 centimeters off the ground, was pulled and these people were completely unaware.
Boom——
The sound of explosion erupted.
Shrieks resonated in the narrow hallway.
The few team members who rushed into the hallway and formed a line for protection had no chance to dodge in that environment, nor any possibility to avoid injury.
Shrapnel flew around the hallway. The shockwave, due to the walls, reverberated back, engulfing several individuals in the fiery mass caused by the explosion.
After a short two seconds, four assault team members lay in the hallway.
Those walking at the back had less severe injuries; they were just blasted and their heads buzzed.
But the group at the front was the unluckiest.
The explosion detonated right beside the foot of the lead member.
His left calf was blown off, exposing the bone.
The teammate behind him responsible for covering was actually in a worse position; his lower body was turned into a honeycomb by shrapnel.
"Get out! Get out!"
The two team members in the rear yelled, struggling to stand up.
These people were all special soldiers, their resilience and pain tolerance are much stronger than ordinary people.
Even though they were injured by the explosions, they still maintained a certain level of clarity.
They knew staying here meant a certain death.
The last team member stood up first; he glanced over the scene in the hallway and made a decision immediately. He reached out, and pulling on the bulletproof vest of his teammate in front who hadn't yet risen, dragged him out.
At the same time, he also kept a one-handed gun-forward posture, ready to unleash a barrage of bullets should Song Heping dare to charge out to attack.
The teammate being dragged also raised his gun and aimed in the direction of the room.
Unlike the dragging teammate who only aimed forward as a caution but didn't shoot, he kept pulling the trigger, continually firing at the room's doorway.
This was almost an instinctual act for them.
While being dragged, no matter how painful, they endured and kept their guns pointed at the enemy, hoping to best suppress the enemy's further actions by firing.
However, Song Heping did not come out but instead threw another hand grenade.
Throwing a hand grenade at close range required tremendous courage and seizing the fleeting opportunity.
Song Heping in the room and the assault team members outside in the hallway were both gambling.
It's like being opponents at a poker table.