Song Heping turned and fired, unleashing a long burst of shots.
Several armed militants, caught off guard seven or eight meters away, cried out in agony as their chests burst open like punctured tomatoes.
Kawasi, truly worthy of his role as the commander of the assault team, did not foolishly choose to raise his gun to return fire the moment Song Heping turned around.
Perhaps it was instinct that saved his life.
Immediately, he dove into a corridor next to him.
He had made the right decision.
Song Heping's firing and shooting speed was beyond their comparison.
Several of his men lay in front of him, less than two meters away, their eyes wide with terror as if pleading for help, which made him break out in a cold sweat.
The two guards at the entrance, responsible for keeping watch, didn't react immediately; they had no idea what was happening and only thought of retaliating after a dazed two seconds.
But God would not give them another chance.