"Boom——!"
The first rocket hit the last SUV with precision. The 7-kilogram PG-7V shaped charge warhead pierced through the bulletproof body instantly, vaporizing the three agents inside.
"Enemy attack! Get out! Establish a defensive perimeter!"
Mc Carthy kicked open the car door, rolling out while pulling out his pistol to fire blindly towards the woods.
But the ambush by the GRU Team was far more professional than they had anticipated.
"Ratatatatata——!"
The roar of the PKP "Pecheneg" machine gun came from the three o'clock direction, and the 7.62×54mm steel core bullets turned the door of the second car into a beehive.
One agent who had just jumped out of the car had his upper body blown apart, his blood and visceral fragments splattering on the bullet-proof glass.
Mc Carthy crouched behind the car hood, his earpiece filled with his team members' screams, his heart trembling.
He risked peeking and quickly noticed at least a dozen unknown gunmen fanning out in a standard Russian Special Forces tactical formation.
"Headquarters! Group C is under ambush! Request——"
"Bang!"
A .338 Lapua Magnum bullet pierced through the eyepiece of Mc Carthy's night vision goggles, exiting from the back of his head with a spray of brain matter mixed with bone fragments.
Three hundred meters away, a GRU sniper slowly moved his scope, searching for the next target.
The remaining four CIA agents formed a circular defensive line back to back, but the GRU's suppressive fire made it impossible for them to even raise their heads.
"Change the magazine! Cover me!"
Just as one agent shouted, he was struck down by a 5.45×39mm SP-5 subsonic bullet shot from the side — the Russians were even equipped with silenced weapons.
Suddenly, three RGD-5 hand grenades flew out from the woods, landing in a perfect triangular pattern.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
After the fragment storm, all that remained on the highway were mutilated bodies and the burning wreckage of vehicles.
By the time Song Heping arrived at the scene, the battle was nearing its end.
When he ran over and crouched down next to Zu, after watching the battle for a while, he lost his composure.
"Zu, you call this a precision rescue?"
Song Heping grabbed the tactical vest of the cook, pointing at the still burning car wreckage. "RPG barrage, machine gun sweep, sniper's clean-up shot — you trying to send Ferrari and the CIA to heaven together?"
Seeing the GRU Team's crude methods, any normal person would be livid.
Everyone knows the style of these Russian Special Forces.
Famous by reputation, awkward in person.
This damn RPG and grenade frenzy, how does this even resemble a rescue operation?
It's a complete annihilation operation!
"Relax, there's a measure to it!"
The cook reassured Song Heping.
"Ferrari's my brother too, I'd never let him die."
He said it lightly, yet Song Heping was deeply uneasy.
In less than five minutes, the battle ended.
Twelve bodies of CIA agents lay scattered in various twisted positions on the highway, the air filled with the smell of charred meat.
The cook emerged from the woods with several GRU Team members surrounding him.
He came to the overturned SUV, looked into the driver's seat, and turned back to laugh at Song Heping: "He's not dead!"
He was, of course, referring to Ferrari.
Song Heping immediately rushed over, and by the time he reached the car, the cook was already dragging Ferrari out of the smoke-billowing driver's seat.
"See, he's alive!"
Song Heping crouched down, used a tactical knife to cut the restraints, then reached out to feel Ferrari's pulse.
Thankfully.
Clearly alive.
After checking over his body, besides the torture marks, there weren't any other fatal injuries.
He reached out and patted Ferrari's face: "Ferrari, wake up!"
Ferrari weakly opened his eyes, glanced at Song Heping, then cast a sidelong look at the cook, a familiar mocking smile curling on his lips: "I knew...you would come..."
"Save your breath and energy to heal."
Song Heping turned back and said to the cook, "We need to retreat quickly. Once Wright realizes he's been deceived, he'll mobilize all forces to hunt us down. We must leave Romania immediately."