Pop pop—
Two bullets grazed the spot where Song Heping had just stood, moments after he had dived behind a tree.
"That was close!"
Song Heping broke out into a cold sweat.
Listening in every direction, watching every angle.
The keenest nerves and sharpest instincts of a special soldier had saved Song Heping's life once more.
As he darted behind the tree, Song Heping caught a glimpse of a black shadow about five or six meters away, also behind a tree.
Too close!
If it weren't for the opponent accidentally stepping on a dry branch and making a slight noise, Song Heping might already be dead by now.
Song Heping had no time to think about how this person had suddenly flanked him, and he fired his gun as quickly as possible.
Pop pop pop—
Pop pop pop—
Both men opened fire continuously, unloading on each other.
But neither could get the better of the other.
Nobody dared to charge forward.
Soon, both had emptied their magazines and pulled out pistols to continue shooting.
During the exchange of fire, Song Heping felt a slight pain on his shoulder, as if something had tugged at him.
He knew he had been shot again, but at the moment, dopamine was being secreted crazily; he was in such an extreme state of tension that he couldn't feel the pain.
The opponent's bullets ran out first.
Song Heping heard the sound of the slide locking back.
His Glock pistol still had two bullets left. He lunged forward, closing the distance to confront his assailant face-to-face with extreme speed.
A few meters apart, Song Heping sprinted quickly.
The opponent had just loaded a new magazine but hadn't managed to release the slide when Song Heping was already upon him.
He thought this time he could definitely shoot his opponent in the head.
Unexpectedly, the opponent was also tough, discarding his gun and lunging forward. Before Song Heping could stabilize his footing and aim at his head, his opponent had already pounced on him.
Pop pop—
Song Heping was forced to pull the trigger.
Both bullets hit the opponent's chest, but even so, the fierce collision knocked Song Heping straight to the ground.
"Pretty ruthless!"
Song Heping even admired his opponent a bit.
Such reaction speed, incredible!
He was worthy of the Green Berets' reputation.
If he had hesitated for even a fraction of a second, he would be dead by now.
Unexpectedly, his opponent had braced himself to take two pistol bullets to the chest.
The front chest was the best-protected part of a bulletproof vest, where the bulletproof plate was located.
Two 9mm bullets from a Glock couldn't penetrate it!
Instead, Song Heping was knocked to the ground, instantly put at a disadvantage.
The impact was tremendous; Song Heping felt as if his chest had been hammered, making him momentarily lose his breath.
His reaction was also swift; he performed a kip-up to stand back up.
But before he could react further, a strong arm wrapped around his neck while another large hand pressed on the back of his head, Song Heping could even smell the tobacco on the attacker's fingers.
A chokehold!
Song Heping instinctively dove forward, needing to dive then flip his opponent over his shoulder. He had to break this deadly hold before it was fully locked in place; otherwise, within a minute, he would faint due to insufficient blood supply to the brain.
But with this move, he felt like he was trying to throw a steel tower; the opponent didn't budge.
The shoulder throw couldn't be completed!
The strength and build of his opponent were beyond imagination!
Song Heping's skin crawled again.
Although it was too dark to see the opponent clearly, or to even have a chance to do so,
he could generally tell that the opponent was a power-type special soldier, much like White Bear.
Fighting in close quarters with such a guy, he was at a huge disadvantage!
The attacker not only had a strong body and frightening strength, but he was also very skilled in close combat. Realizing that Song Heping was trying to throw him off, the attacker immediately used his knee to press against Song Heping's waist, preventing him from generating the power needed for a back throw.