Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 729 The King is Fearless

On the rooftop 300 meters away, Song Heping lay quietly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, watching every detail in the distance.

The sniper from the Mossad ambush team had no time to react before the bullet had already penetrated his head, ending his short life. The whole process was so fast that not even a scream was heard, only the sound of the skull cracking echoed in the air.

Song Heping witnessed this scene through the scope. Bright red blood spurted out and his hairs began to stand up slowly, just like a smoker who suddenly took his first puff of a cigarette after not eating for a whole day - it turns out that killing people really feels good!
He didn't linger there for long, let alone observe what happened next. He knew the other person was dead; that was certain. That was enough.

Quickly, he turned his gun around, this time targeting two Mossad agents who were peering out of the alley opposite the gate of Factory No. 54.

With the magnification of the scope, Song Heping could even see the Uzi submachine guns they took out of their backpacks.

This submachine gun is extremely short and compact, with excellent performance and a theoretical firing rate of 1500 rounds per minute. In close combat, such a high firing rate means that it can quickly output powerful firepower and effectively suppress the enemy's firepower in a short period of time. It is a powerful weapon for covert operations and indoor close combat.

However, such a high rate of fire also brought some problems. Some of the subsequently improved micro Uzi submachine guns had a faster rate of fire, and 20 rounds of bullets could be fired in less than one second of trigger time, which made the gun extremely difficult to control. The recoil was large during continuous shooting, affecting shooting accuracy.

In order to solve this problem, the designers finally took improvement measures such as increasing the weight of the bolt, which reduced the rate of fire to a certain extent and improved the controllability of the gun during continuous shooting. While maintaining the advantage of high rate of fire, it can also be better controlled by the user and exert its due combat effectiveness.

The hot and humid wind carried the fishy smell of the Nile River. Song Heping tapped the trigger guard three times with his index finger. This was a habit he developed when he was in the 203rd Unit - using touch to confirm the shooting readiness.

At the same time, the crosshairs had already locked onto one of the Mossad agents. As the tassels peeking out from Noura's black headscarf disappeared behind the factory's iron gate, his pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a needle point.

On another street fifty meters away from the factory, a tattered garbage truck loaded with junk was driving on the dilapidated road.

Song Heping gently pressed the trigger.

puff--

A bullet was fired, and the sight vibrated due to the firing.

Song Heping quickly controlled it, turned to another agent, and pulled the trigger for the second time in the shortest time.

Puff—a cloud of blood mist exploded from the upper bodies of the two agents, and they collapsed to the ground like puppets with their strings pulled, and breathed their last in a very short time.

"Kivvari anti-terrorist type, tungsten alloy armor-piercing bullet, really works!"

The shape of the muzzle flash was still on Song Heping's retina, and the weapon data had been automatically retrieved in his brain.

After Song Heping killed the second agent who was ambushing in the alley, new gunshots came from the northwest, from the direction of the factory where Nura was.

Fire!

Song Heping pressed his cheek against the butt of the gun and quickly adjusted the muzzle. The smell of gunpowder still lingered in his nostrils and had not yet dissipated.

In the sight, a figure flashed by on the third floor of the factory building five hundred meters away.

That was one of the Mossad agents lying in ambush in the factory.

He was obviously a little confused at this time, because according to the plan, after Nura entered the factory, the two companions in the alley should have followed Nura into the factory and were responsible for cutting off his retreat and preventing him from escaping.

But Nula had already entered the factory, but did not see any accomplices following him.

His hand was on the headset, constantly calling and asking on the channel, wondering what went wrong.

Song Heping's technique had already trapped the opponent.

The wind speed changes suddenly.

The wind in the city is affected by various conditions such as buildings and temperature. Often, there will be some backwinds, and it is difficult to predict the direction.

Song Heping has to consider wind direction and customs.

After all, he was 500 meters away from the factory at this time.

His peripheral vision fell on some clothes hanging on the rooftop opposite, and he held his breath, waiting for the direction of the fluttering clothes to stabilize.

Two seconds later, when the Mossad agent on the third floor of the factory building was about to retract his body and leave the corridor, the crosshairs in Song Heping's sight had already predicted the displacement trajectory of his body.

puff--

The third shot.

0.6 seconds later, the bullet blew off half of the target's skull. Brain matter and bone fragments drew a parabola in the dazzling sunlight, like a flower of death blooming in the heat wave.

"There are three left." He licked his dry lips and continued to move the crosshairs to look for the next target.

From the direction of the factory area, a short call in Hebrew was heard. The remaining three Mossad agents seemed to have realized what had happened and were tightening the encirclement in an attempt to surround Noura.

Song Heping's pupils were shrinking at this time. The sunlight was very strong. For a sniper, too much light was not a good thing.

Another black shadow rushed out from another building in the factory and ran towards the main building. It was obvious that Nura had entered the main building, and this guy was going to block Nura's retreat.

Song Heping's breathing quickened, his fingers trembling slightly on the trigger guard, not because of nervousness, but because of excitement. He was like a cheetah lurking in the dark, waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

He quickly adjusted his breathing, bringing his heart rate and respiratory rate to optimal levels. His crosshairs closely followed the Mossad agent rushing toward the main building. His gaze, like two lasers, pierced the scorching air and locked onto his target.

The agent was apparently unaware of the approaching danger. He ran while calling his companions on the intercom. Song Heping's mouth curled up into a sneer as he waited, waiting for the best shooting angle.

Finally, when the agent ran to the corner of the main building and his body was slightly exposed to the side, Song Heping decisively pulled the trigger.

puff--

A bullet, carrying the breath of death, penetrated the agent's chest and knocked him flying.

The Mossad agent's body drew an arc in the air and fell heavily to the ground, and blood instantly dyed the ground red.

Song Heping ignored the unlucky guy who was lying on the open space in the factory area. He quickly turned his sights to the next target. He had already seen the muzzle of a gun sticking out from another building in the factory area.

“Two left.”

While Song Heping was muttering to himself, his movements were as fast as lightning. He quickly changed his shooting position and re-positioned the gun as quickly as possible to prevent the other party from judging the direction and finding him based on the sound of the gunshot.

At this moment, his brain was rapidly calculating the enemy's position and movement trajectory, as if a silent ballistic dialogue was taking place every second.

Sure enough, just as he left his original position, a volley of bullets hit the concrete fence where the gun was originally mounted.

The military qualities of Mossad agents are not bad.

My gun was equipped with a silencer, and the other party roughly judged my location based on the position where my companion fell and the angle of the bullet's flight.

Now, they should know why the two snipers stationed nearby have not taken any action.

Because they are all dead.

Noura was not in sight.

No one knew whether she was dead or alive.

But Song Heping had no time to think more. Although there was already gunfire in the factory, what he had to do now was to kill all the agents in the shortest time possible.

He knew very well that in this life-and-death struggle, any negligence or distraction could lead to fatal consequences.

Therefore, you must remain calm at all times and focus all your senses on the battle at hand.

The next target came into his sights, a rifleman hiding behind a window, trying to adjust the angle for a shot.

Song Heping pulled the trigger without hesitation. The bullet whizzed out and hit the opponent's head accurately, ending his life instantly.

The last enemy was also exposed. He was obviously shocked by the sudden death of his companion and stood there for a while.

Song Heping did not give him any chance to breathe. With a precise long-range sniper shot, he was left on this land forever.

"sixth."

The battle was over and Song Heping breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked around and made sure that there were no missed enemies. He then disassembled and packed the Kivaari rifle as quickly as possible, took off the dead sniper's coat and put it on, hid the MP7 submachine gun in his clothes, turned around and hurried downstairs to find Nura.

(End of this chapter)