The meeting of experts piqued Song Heping's interest.
This was the first time Song Heping encountered such a smart and battlefield-aware opponent.
Boom——
Boom——
Two hand grenades exploded almost simultaneously.
In the confined space, the shockwave and sound waves from the explosion made it hard to breathe, inducing a nauseous feeling.
Song Heping knew it was impossible to wait any longer.
The opponent would certainly launch a new attack the moment after the explosion.
At this moment, both sides were in a delicate state—scrambling for initiative.
Both knew each other's location, and whoever lobbed a hand grenade into the other's room would be halfway to victory.
Without much thought, Song Heping immediately noticed another door in the room he was in.
This door was not on the structural blueprint Lucius had drawn; perhaps Lucius overlooked such details and only drew the major layout.
He didn't know where it led, but it was definitely better than staying here.
"Jiang Feng, relocate!"
Before leaving the room, he shouted to Jiang Feng in Chinese.
As he finished speaking, he was already at the door and slammed into it.
The door was a wooden door.
Song Heping easily knocked it open and stumbled inside.
Intense pain flared from where he had been shot under his ribs earlier.
"Damn…"
He cursed to alleviate the pain.
Just as he was getting up, he heard a noise in the room.
Something seemed to have rolled in.
Sure enough!
The guy had actually thrown a hand grenade in here.
This move was anticipated by Song Heping.
He could have stayed and lobbed a hand grenade back at the opponent.
But this wasn't Song Heping's combat style.
He detested such childish, turn-based grenade tossing games.
Faster!
Fiercer!
Kill the opponent directly!
Give the opponent no chance to catch a breath!
The opponent was definitely stalling.
Because stalling was advantageous for him.
This was also a strategy.
But he used it in the wrong place, on the wrong person.
Surveying the room, Song Heping found it was a testing room, with some equipment inside, and a small door next to the equipment.
There was no way out and no time to think.
Song Heping folded the stock of his Type 56 submachine gun—the gun was designed for close combat, with a folding stock providing soldiers enough room to maneuver the muzzle freely indoors.
He gently pushed open the door and entered, gun in hand.
Inside was a small room, with another door on the opposite side.
Though the hospital wasn't large, the structure of this building seemed rather complex. Perhaps after construction, for convenience, doctors or nurses opened doors to connect different rooms, making it somewhat maze-like.
Forward!
Forward!
Forward!
Song Heping's mind was in a state of exhilaration.
The urge to kill surged like a tide.
He continued pushing doors open.
In front was a corridor!