The scorching heat twisted into transparent ripples among the bushes as Song Heping and Jiang Feng split up, advancing from the flanks.
They were both trained in the same military unit and had fought side by side through numerous battles. Their teamwork was seamless and flawless.
Encircling a more powerful force is a highly risky maneuver.
Thus, it required suddenness and the best position.
Flanking from both sides and the front to form a semi-circular funnel, followed by intersecting firepower to resolve the situation swiftly.
Three pickup trucks, totaling less than twenty armed militants.
For a top-tier veteran special forces operative like Song Heping, it was a piece of cake.
Even Mossad commandos would falter before Song Heping.
Let alone local rebels and armed factions in Sudan?
Soon, Song Heping had maneuvered into position, using the cover of nearby bushes and trees.
Jiang Feng also quickly entered the designated attack position.
Everything was ready, only missing the crucial element.
The crucial element being the sound of Song Heping's gunshot.
His finger lightly caressed the handguard of the Type 56 assault rifle.
Forty meters away, six gunmen dressed in mismatched camouflage surrounded Ah Guan and Boss Hou, punching and kicking them, shouting at them to hand over the goods.
The goods?
What goods?
Under the fierce sunlight, Boss Hou's sun-darkened face turned pale with fright. He trembled as he took a bag out of his pocket and handed it over.
The leading black gunman snatched the bag, poured out its contents, and picked up one item, squinting at it in the sunlight.
The tiny object glimmered in his two black fingers, emitting a unique radiance in the sunlight.
Though not overly dazzling, Song Heping recognized it immediately.
An unpolished pink diamond!
"Damn it!"
Song Heping thought, no wonder Ah Guan and Boss Hou were being hunted.
Possessing valuable goods without the means to protect them leads to trouble.
These pink diamonds had considerable market value.
And who knows where they acquired them.
The leading black gunman grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth as he put the pink diamond back into the bag and stepped back two paces...
Seeing this, Song Heping knew he had to act immediately.
If he didn't make a move, Ah Guan and Boss Hou were doomed.
Indeed, one of the black gunmen stepped forward, brandishing his gun at Ah Guan's head.
Bang, bang—
The gunshot did not come from the advancing black gunman's weapon.
But his head exploded.
Because Song Heping fired first.
Bang, bang, bang—
Jiang Feng immediately followed suit.
"Take them down!"
Song Heping began firing rapid shots.
All six black gunmen fell to the ground in less than three seconds.
They couldn't even comprehend where the bullets had come from.
The other black gunmen on and around the three pickup trucks, feeling confident in their victory, hadn't taken any precautions. They were either sitting in the trucks, leaning against the sides smoking, or chewing khat.
They never expected the Grim Reaper to arrive so suddenly.
As they heard the gunfire and saw their comrades fall, they scrambled to grab the automatic rifles hanging around them.
One even dropped his cigarette onto his clothes, burning himself and grimacing in pain.
"Crossfire! Now!"
Song Heping shouted.
Fire points on both sides of the road and from the direction of the junkyard erupted simultaneously, creating a perfect crossfire angle, mowing down the gunmen like wheat.
Ah Guan seized the moment, pulling Boss Hou into the ditch beside the road. A few of the gunmen who had been killed nearby had their brain matter splattered all over him, but he couldn't bother to clean it off...
Smelling the pungent sulfur as bullets whizzed over his head...