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"This is the place!"
Song Heping, who had sprinted two kilometers away, finally stopped at the side of the road.
Time waits for no one!
If his guess was correct, Sayif and Angel would be on the phone by now. He wondered how long the Western girl Angel could keep Sayif, the old fox, occupied.
He swiftly took off the RPG rocket launcher from his back, unfastened his tactical pack, and fished out two broadsword mines. He quickly screwed on the fuzes and purposefully placed the mines to the left and right.
The positioning was meticulous.
There wasn't much cover here, so the mines had to be buried farther from the side of the road to avoid detection by drivers. Also, the two mines had to be cross-placed to point forward, forming a fan-shaped coverage area.
After planting the broadsword mines, Song Heping quickly set up remote detonators for the devices.
It must be said, the goodies from the loot were really useful.
He had everything he needed.
Country M is Country M, after all—the gear a Special Forces' soldier carries can always surprise you, unlike a poor mercenary like him who would hesitate to spend on such expensive remote-controlled mines.
Having done all this, Song Heping quickly withdrew to the side of the road, found a pile of dirt to his right, and hid behind it.
Then he checked the RPG rocket launcher again, took off the safety, and placed it beside him before swiftly examining his ammunition.
At that moment, Angel's voice came through the earpiece again.
"He hung up the call! I couldn't hold him off any longer!"
"Cook! Make your move!"
Song Heping promptly issued the command.
He could wait no longer.
By now, Sayif, hiding in the farmstead, must have grown suspicious, probably realizing that Angel wouldn't be fooled, hence considering his own situation perilous.
It would have been fine for him to escape on his own accord.
But it was crucial to make sure he fled northward.
On receiving the signal from Song Heping to take action, Cook and the others hesitated no longer. White Bear, manning the M2HB heavy machine gun, targeted the patrolling Suicide Squad members by the fence and opened fire.
Thump thump thump—
The M2HB heavy machine gun didn't have a high rate of fire, but it carried an ever-present sense of hefty calm.
The .50 caliber machine gun is always an infantry's nightmare.
Several Suicide Squad members patrolling the fence, armed, were mowed down by the relentless hail of bullets, and those not hit in vital spots lay on the ground, watching their limbs bleed out, their screams piercing the night sky, sounding especially chilling.
However, they didn't suffer for long.
As the second round of gunfire swept over, a bullet usually carried them away, ending their pain instantly.
The Suicide Squad members responsible for farm security screamed and started searching for cover with their weapons.
Unfortunately for them, a firepower ambush relies heavily on aggression.
There weren't many places to hide on the farm.
Most were just haystacks and wooden carts.
These provided no protection against the M2HB heavy machine gun.
A few Suicide Squad members who took cover behind obstacles were promptly brought down by bullets that pierced through, and they quickly went to meet their maker.
Cook wasn't messing around either and started with an RPG—aiming at one of the buildings that looked like a warehouse, he fired a shot.
The power of an RPG rocket isn't particularly great, but the high temperatures ignited the dry straw inside, causing a fiery explosion.
The blaze illuminated the area, bringing more convenience to the "Musician" Mercenary Group members.
Cook, having discarded the RPG launcher, then picked up his RPD light machine gun and commenced a new round of reaping.
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At the beginning, the mercenaries indeed had the upper hand.
The members of the Suicide Squad were stunned by the sudden attack and couldn't mount an effective counterattack in a short time.
In the makeshift garage underground, a bodyguard rushed into the secret room and said to Sayif, who was still in a daze with the satellite phone, "Commander, we've been ambushed!"
Upon hearing this, Sayif broke out into a cold sweat.
He had just finished talking to Angel.
She had been hemming and hawing, beating around the bush about all sorts of things, saying she was worried about safety issues, telling him to show himself first, that she was just in the distance and would appear as soon as he did.
Could he even show himself?! He wasn't in Sajir at all.
After minutes of nonsense, Sayif suddenly realized—there was a trap!
He quickly terminated the call, turned off the satellite phone's power, and put an end to any possibility of signal tracking.
And now, with the bodyguard reporting an attack, how could Sayif not be frightened out of his wits?!