Alas, the bodyguard's actions were not quicker than Song Heping's.
Bang, bang—
Following two gunshots, the opponent collapsed like a broken sack, losing all support and slumping onto the ground, breathless.
All the bodyguards had been cleared out.
Quiet returned to the dirt road, save for the sound of gunfire coming from the farm's direction.
"I didn't really kill him, did I..."
Song Heping started to cautiously approach the vehicles.
There was no need to check the pickup truck at the end of the convoy; by now, it was burning down to its frame, with everyone inside carbonized.
The second-to-last SUV.
The door was open, and at a glance, there was no one in the back seat.
Next came the SUV in the second position of the convoy.
The doors were tightly shut, with the body of a bodyguard lying beside it.
Just from this, Song Heping knew Sayif was on board, and there was a high probability he hadn't died.
"Get out! Otherwise I'm shooting!"