Abdul stood on a five-meter-high rock protruding from the seaside, the green world in his night vision goggles was boiling.
He watched his warriors cut into the plaza from three directions, slicing the throats of the drunken militiamen before they could even touch their guns.
He was very familiar with this place.
There was a time when Nura had sold him arms.
He knew the military condition of this fishing village.
Most of the woman's two hundred subordinates were still using old-style rifles and submachine guns from World War II, with less than 20% of them using Soviet AK-series weapons from the 60s and 70s, while he had just received a full American equipment set from Mossad yesterday, which was on a completely different level from these scattered soldiers.
In the past, Abdul never dared to dream of today.
His armed forces actually reached world-class equipment levels.
Mossad really does things efficiently, besides a large sum of US Dollar cash, they also gifted so much equipment.
Suddenly, he saw a familiar figure in the distance—a woman with brown hair, dressed in a black robe with a covered face.
"Give me the sniper rifle!"
He instantly became interested.
This was one of the targets Mossad wanted dead.
Personally killing her would be very satisfying.
His subordinate immediately handed him an SR99 sniper rifle.
SR-99 was designed and made by the Daishe Bird military industrial company (IMI), using NATO standard calibers, 7.62X51 standard sniper bullets, with an effective range of up to 800 meters.
Lying on the rock, Abdul lowered his eyes to the sight and found Nura in the view of the scope, the corner of his mouth curled into a cold smile.
The distance was 600 meters, within the shooting range, it should be fine.
Although he was not familiar with operating this gun, luckily it was semi-automatic, if one shot missed, he could just shoot another one, and it would definitely hit.
"Sorry, little beauty."
But when the crosshair aimed at the red-haired woman, an accident flashed through like lightning in the night sky.
Bang—
The scope shattered into pieces.
The warhead deviated, piercing his shoulder.
"Shit!"
Abdul screamed and rolled aside, falling off the five-meter-high rock, and crashed heavily onto the beach.
There's a sniper firing back!
"Mossad bastards didn't mention any professional soldiers!"
He cursed harshly, feeling pain all over his body. Looking down at his shoulder, the warhead from an unknown direction had ripped off a large chunk of flesh, causing him to grimace in pain.
From what he knew about Nura's smuggling force, they definitely did not have the capability to hit him from 600 meters, nor did they possess such weapons.
Abdul suddenly realized.
There definitely were professional soldiers here.
Maybe it's that target from China.
But Mossad didn't give any background information on this person, only said he was a target, a Chinese man, an arms dealer.
Arms dealer?
Hah!
To hell with an arms dealer!
What arms dealer can hit him from 600 meters with an ordinary gun on a rock?
Isn't that nonsense?
An absolute top-tier marksman!
Looks like the reward and these weapons are not easy to obtain, Mossad's money is definitely not easy to earn!
Abdul felt deceived.
He cursed, and Song Heping was also cursing.
That shot was fired by him, using the stolen M4A1 assault rifle.
If it had been an M16, Song Heping believed he could have hit that guy.
He just calculated the distance earlier, it's a little over 500 meters, almost 600 meters between them.
But using an M4A1 with a night vision scope could only rely on intuition, this gun's range reason means he can't guarantee the bullet's trajectory, beyond 400 meters it gets very erratic; Song Heping knew that clearly from previous use.
But in emergency situations, he had to just try his luck.
He recognized that the guy lying on the rock was the leader of the attackers.
Capturing the king first in tackling the enemy.