บท 77: Chapter 76: Enough for a Table of Mahjong

Under the hail of shrapnel, several armed militants who had intended to crawl across the street and dive into the bushes were instantly torn to shreds.

Though shrapnel doesn't necessarily claim lives,

it certainly hurts.

Screams pierced the night sky, sending chills down one's spine.

"Said!"

Upon seeing this, a member of the militants' reconnaissance squad let out a mournful roar and, disregarding his safety, stood up from across the street's bushes and wildly sprayed bullets towards Song Heping's position with his assault rifle.

But all was in vain.

Song Heping didn't even poke out his head.

The grenade had been thrown in a high arc over an obstacle, from the top of a pile of equipment.

So the opponent fired in loneliness, unable to inflict any harm on him.

The team leader quickly paid the price for his rashness.

Hunter up in the tower used a single bullet to bring him down.

"Surrender!"

Song Heping wanted to capture a living prisoner.

"If you want to live, surrender!"