Regarding that top-tier modified SVD sniper rifle, Mist ultimately refused to use it as a trade.
He knew that Vincent would not agree to do that.
Moreover, although he admired Song Heping, he was still just a mercenary after all.
As a member of the Seal Team, a sense of pride secretly plagued his heart.
Song Heping was not in a hurry.
Some things relied on destiny.
Just like today, when he desperately wanted to save Lieutenant Colonel Mandres, but ultimately couldn't.
Song Heping genuinely liked that rifle.
After all, it reminded him of a deceased friend—his sniping skills were taught by that very friend.
And that friend also had a similar SVD sniper rifle, also modified by himself.
"What are they up to?"
The Hunter, upon returning from outside, asked Song Heping in a low voice while turning his head to peek outside the tent.
He had encountered a Seal Team member just leaving.
The Hunter glanced at his watch.
Nine o'clock at night.