On the rooftop.
Song Heping pushed away the corpse blocking him and whispered, "Sorry, buddy."
It really was quite regrettable.
The guy was already dead, and now his body had a bunch more shrapnel holes.
But at least he was dead.
No pain anyway...
There was no time to ponder further.
The armed men on the adjacent rooftop were surely looking this way to see if he was dead.
They might even jump over to check the body.
After all, the two buildings were very close, just two meters apart.
All he had to do now was wait.
Play dead and wait for them to take the bait.
Sure enough, a dark figure swept over the concrete parapet and landed in front of Song Heping.
Song Heping's MK18 had already been aimed in the general direction.
The enemy had not stabilized upon landing when Song Heping pulled the trigger.
Tatat—
It was a very crisp burst that dispatched the opponent.
The man didn't even have time to react before he went to meet Allah.