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Dada dada—
Dada dada—
Dada dada—
At the same time, three men fired simultaneously.
The last to fall were actually two armed militants.
Song Heping quickly switched to a supine shooting position when it mattered most, rolling backwards while simultaneously firing his gun as he went down.
Although the two militants also fired their guns, their bullets missed, whizzing past above Song Heping's body.
This tactical move, practiced tens of thousands of times, was etched into his bones, forming muscle memory.
Even though it had been several years since he left, he hadn't lost this foundation.
In a critical moment, it miraculously saved his own life!
But after taking down two men, Song Heping was forced by a barrage of bullets to quickly crawl back behind the car.
"Chef! We're surrounded! 5 enemies at the 9 o'clock position, I took down two!"
Song Heping urgently warned the Chef.
The situation was dire.
There were people in three directions.