Just when Song Heping thought his luck had finally run out and felt the chill in his heart, the sound of helicopter rotors came from the sky.
In this situation, hearing the sound of a helicopter seemed like the most beautiful sound in the world to him.
Without looking, he knew that reinforcements had arrived!
But he soon realized he was being too optimistic.
A strange buzzing noise came from the sky.
"Fuck!"
Song Heping didn't even think about it, not even daring to hesitate for a mere 0.01 seconds, as that would be disrespectful to his own life.
He didn't care what the Drug Lords and their Bodyguards would do next. What mattered was that he had to run for his life.
Because that buzzing sound was the noise of the electric motor spinning at high speed when a Gatling machine gun fires, and following that sound would come gunfire buzzing like bees.
Just as Song Heping leaped towards the drainage ditch at the edge of the parking lot, an orange-red line of fire descended from the sky, sweeping across the ground like the tail of a demon.
Countless dense Warheads rained down like droplets, hitting the bodies of those luxury cars.
Some of those Mercedes-Benz G's were customized bulletproof models that sparked wildly upon impact, while the non-bulletproof cars were penetrated instantly, the insides noisily popping and soon bursting into flames.
The Drug Lords, toughened from countless battles, cared no longer for Song Heping and scrambled into bulletproof vehicles.
The Bodyguards who failed to squeeze into bulletproof cars weren't so lucky.
Their feeble attempts at shooting up at the sky with submachine guns and pistols were utterly ineffective.
They were quickly turned into hornet's nests by the bullets, some even had their limbs severed by the dense gunfire as if by an electric saw.
Blood, flesh, brains...
Were scattered all around, flying through the air.
"Damn it all!"
Song Heping crawled into the ditch, not daring to raise his head.
Leave this place!
This was his only thought.
Had he been two seconds slower just moments ago, he would surely be a corpse now.
The drainage ditch was only 40 centimeters wide and about thirty centimeters deep, quite cramped but just enough for one person to fit in and crawl with a low profile.
As he crawled through the ditch, Song Heping thanked his old drill sergeant from his rookie days.
That Sergeant Chen was the fiercest in the platoon. Song Heping was in the first squad, and every time the old Sergeant trained the new recruits in tactical crawling, he would stand by with a leather belt.
Any butt sticking up even slightly would get a lash, loud wails following.
Back then, there was even a dumbass who complained to the company commander about the squad leader hitting the soldiers. Thinking about it now, he truly should bring that stupid squad-mate here to get a taste and realize how important it is to keep a standard tactical posture on the battlefield, truly a lifesaving skill.
After crawling for a while, Song Heping felt safer as bullets no longer rained down.
He heard engine noises.
Carefully, he poked half of his head out from the ditch and saw several bulletproof Mercedes-Benz speeding off towards the southwest side of the mansion.
That direction wasn't towards the main gate.
The only explanation was that this mansion definitely had more than one escape route.
As a Drug Lord who had been on the wanted list for many years, Shorty Joaquin's mansion certainly wouldn't have just one entrance.
Chaos erupted in the mansion at this moment.
Shorty's men were scrambling to organize defense and counterattacks.
Several members of the Sinoloa ran out from the buildings, shouldering a tube on their backs.
In the dark of night, Song Heping couldn't make out the model but was sure it was a man-portable air-defense missile.
Damn it!
They even had this kind of weaponry!
The reputation of the Mexican Drug Lords was well-deserved.
This was on par with paramilitary organizations.
No wonder these scumbags didn't even take the police seriously.
Whoosh—
With a flash of light, a man-portable air-defense missile was launched.
The helicopter hovering in the sky seemed to notice the unusual activity on the ground and immediately began to evade, climbing higher and making sharp maneuvers in an attempt to quickly move away from the airspace above the mansion.
The missile drew a beautiful arc in the sky, ultimately still hitting the helicopter's tail section.
The helicopter caught fire and spiraled down through the air.
The posture reminded Song Heping of a childhood prank: catching a dragonfly, plucking off its tail, and then letting it go.
A dragonfly without its tail would look much like this, unable to control its flying posture, like a headless fly.