Looking toward the sound, Song Heping saw Kael.
The guy stood with his arms crossed over his chest, eyeing the British Army Captain with a teasing look.
Song Heping didn't expect Seal Team to be practicing at the nearby shooting range; he nodded slightly to Kael as a way of saying hello.
Kael responded with a smile and gave Song Heping a meaningful look.
Of course, the British Army Captain recognized Kael as a member of Seal Team.
Currently, Illigo had plunged into a law enforcement war, and Seal Team along with other US Special Forces members were deployed across various cities.
Their mission was to establish sniper teams to assist the Army and Marine Corps in patrolling the cities, setting up sniper watch posts at checkpoints or sensitive areas, and to instantly snipe members of Illigo Armed Organizations who took potshots at American soldiers.
But the Captain was not about to concede defeat.
Because conceding wasn't an option.
If he conceded, where would the Royal Navy's face be?
"Alben! You're up!"
The Captain turned and signaled to someone in his team, and a sergeant stepped forward.
"This is our sniper."
He said to Song Heping, "Who are you sending up?"
Song Heping pointed to himself, "Me."
A hint of unease flickered in the Captain's eyes.
Because of the remark Kael had just made.
Everyone immediately spread out to clear the firing position, eager to see the outcome of this encounter.
Many of the present US Army personnel were fairly familiar with Alben, as the coalition forces often worked together, and they had seen each other around.
This was a well-known sniper within the 3rd Assault Brigade.
His best sniping record was killing an Armed Organization rocketeer at a distance of 1,200 meters.
Being able to kill an enemy at 1,200 meters was already an outstanding achievement, although not the highest sniping record on the Illigo battlefield, it could still be categorized among the elite standards.
Alben was using the AWP sniper rifle, a favorite of the British forces.
This model of sniper rifle was extremely precise, with a 100% hit rate at 600 meters, ranking it among the world's finest rifles.
In his heart, the Captain had his own calculations.
"Musician Defense" was a newly rising PMC company, and although it was gaining momentum lately, its core team members were not many.
PMC companies also valued heritage.
The Captain felt that even though "Musician Defense" had gained support from US military contacts, its own training level was only so-so.
The incident where Song Heping confronted the "Grim Reaper" in Mosul was only known internally by Seal Team, with no one else aware that Song Heping played a pivotal role in killing the "Grim Reaper."
Therefore, in the Captain's view, having a crushing advantage in equipment was also a strength.
Under everyone's watchful eyes, Song Heping returned to his SUV, opened the trunk, took out a large black case, and carried it to the firing position.
"Guess which rifle he's going to use?"
"A PMC company, huh? Remington?"
"It's probably just an MK11 or something."
"Use those for long-range shooting? Are they up to it?"
Amidst the doubtful murmurs, Song Heping opened the large black PVC case to reveal the weapon inside.
"FUCK! What kind of rifle is that?"
"Looks like an SVD."
"Right, look at the receiver cover; it's an SVD."
All the American and British soldiers present could tell what it was.
Having been old hands on the battlefield, they were very familiar with Soviet-style firearms.
Especially in Illigo, where Soviet firearms were commonplace, and many even liked to collect these weapons to send back home as souvenirs.
Seeing Song Heping's rifle, the Captain breathed a sigh of relief.
SVD?
He couldn't help but smile.
"Are we going for a long-range sniping contest?"
He asked Song Heping, full of confidence.
Song Heping, crouching and checking his rifle, didn't look up, "Whatever you want."
Hearing Song Heping's response, the soldiers nearby became even more unsettled.
"Has this guy lost his mind? Why not stick to a distance of 600 meters?"