Song Heping no longer had a choice; now, it all depended on speed!
Speed!
More important than anything else!
Trying to fix the jam would undoubtedly be foolish.
Song Heping reacted by instinct, choosing to discard the MP5 and quickly pulling out the Glock 17, moving swiftly towards the opponent's blind spot while firing.
The bullet accurately wedged into the opponent's eye socket, shattering the night vision device.
Once in the blind spot, Song Heping didn't pause but immediately started moving quickly along the other side of the container.
Sure enough, just as he left his original position, the last Mossad agent jumped down from the top of the container, firing fiercely at the spot where Song Heping had just stood.
But little did he know, Song Heping had already circled behind him along the container, aiming at his back and pulling the trigger.
Poof—
Thud—
The sound of the skull shattering in the darkness was particularly eerie.
Song Heping stepped forward and pulled out the opponent's hand grenade, making a simple trap mine based on his habit.
This device wasn't just meant to kill.
Of course, it could kill.
But it also served another purpose.
If triggered.
The explosion could alert the placer of the enemy's location.
At that moment, Song Heping had gone berserk.
The opponents were world-class agents, each one top-tier.
But so what?
Song Heping had no time to consider who was top-tier.
He wasn't afraid.
Nor could he be.
Because even a hint of fear would lead to a dead end.
He continued sprinting through the container area, aiming to leave the port district as quickly as possible.
The port district was no longer safe.
It seemed that evacuating Liben by sea was also unsafe.
Mossad's intervention made things complicated.
In a secluded corner, Song Heping hid in the shadows.
A sudden burning sensation came from his ribs, like needles piercing his bones.
Song Heping groaned, squeezing into the gap between containers, feeling the bullet-proof plate's warhead dent with his fingers.
He had taken several shots earlier; the opponent was using an MP5 submachine gun as well.
But this gun used 9mm bullets, which shouldn't pose too much threat to the bulletproof vest, even at close range, it shouldn't cause such intense pain.
Clearly, the impact was too great, possibly cracking his ribs.
The warhead was still lodged in the bullet-proof plate; Song Heping fiercely pulled it out and examined it.
"Damn!"
He suddenly noticed the warhead was steel-tipped!
Typically, MP5 warheads weren't made of this material.
Suddenly, he remembered something, hurriedly took off his own MP5, removed the magazine, and looked at the bullets inside.
The warheads were clearly custom-made; the propellant was certainly reconfigured, and although this gun was still an MP5 submachine gun, it was actually a special model.
"Damn Mossad!"
They really gave him face, using custom armor-piercing rounds.
A metallic taste spread in his mouth, and he spat out the blood.
Suddenly, a loud explosion was heard from afar.
He could tell it was where he had placed the simple trap mine.
"So fast!"
Song Heping cursed inwardly.
Mossad's combat style was indeed fierce, like a bone that refused to be shaken off, constant and relentless.
No matter how many of them were killed, they kept coming.