283: Chapter 272 Sniper 283: Chapter 272 Sniper “Commence infiltration of the warehouse now,” Mao Shan spoke into the tactical earpiece, and by the time he returned, Song Yun had already met with Mao Shan’s team.
Aside from Song Yun needing to negotiate with the kidnappers, Meng Ku and Black Flood Dragon had also been allocated these earpieces.
Mao Shan, leading his teammates like phantoms, gradually approached the warehouse.
Upon encountering the first patrolling kidnapper on the way, Mao Shan didn’t hesitate at all.
His military dagger swiftly severed the man’s throat without any obstruction, accompanied only by the gurgling noise from the fallen man.
After dispatching several more unfortunate fellows with the same technique, Mao Shan was nearing the warehouse.
A sudden premonition made him gesture a halt.
Frowning, he recalled how Song Yun had firmly instructed that these people were from RB, abducting others with some conspiracy in mind.
They had traveled across oceans to abduct someone; surely they were masters.
So why was his progress so smooth up until now?
The men in black had decent strength, but their reflexes were far inferior to first-rate experts.
They were trained, but certainly not core members of this incident.
The people he had seen were like those from ordinary armies, familiar with some combat techniques, but their reactions were nowhere near those of an elite squad like his own.
If they were only of this calibre, then why would they dare to come all the way to Sunan City to abduct someone?
Suddenly, Mao Shan’s heart convulsed violently, and his nerves tensed.
He dropped to the ground swiftly, and before his body even hit the earth, a loud noise rang out.
The spot where he had been standing was now a crater, the grass on top blasted to who knows where.
“Damn, we’ve got a sniper, everyone find cover,” Mao Shan had just finished speaking when he froze.
Dammit, the terrain here was flat as a pancake, even the waist-high wild grass nowhere to be found.
What was there to take cover?
“Meng Ku, we’ve reached the back of the warehouse but are under sniper ambush.
Support us immediately,” Mao Shan yelled into the tactical earpiece.
Only a sniper could kill another sniper, sharing a similar caution and the skill to hide in suitable locations.
Meng Ku cursed under his breath from atop a pile of trash, lifted his Remington, and headed towards the back of the warehouse.
Regardless, he needed to regroup with Mao Shan first.
Song Yun observed the group in front of him, counting one, two, three, four, five…
eight.
Including the man who had initially come out to greet them, there were a total of eight people on their side, standing in a row, shielding the recently awakened Li Shishi.
Nonchalantly, Song Yun tucked his hands in his pockets, where a military dagger was hidden.
If he started a surprise attack now, he wasn’t sure of his chances to make it out unscathed.
But even with just a 30% chance, Song Yun was willing to try.
If they continued this standoff, they would inevitably sense something was off.
Then, he might not even have a 10% chance.
He didn’t know where Mao Shan was lurking; when he arrived, Song Yun had planned to coordinate a pincer attack with Mao Shan, catching the enemy off guard.
But from the current situation, if they started a fight, the safety of Li Shishi and Xiao Qing was uncertain.
If the enemy decided to resist with a ‘do-or-die’ approach, Li Shishi and Xiao Qing, both as weak as they were, would be sitting ducks.
*Cough, cough.* Song Yun coughed loudly twice, their agreed-upon signal.
Hearing this, Black Flood Dragon should also be arriving soon, right?
“Mr.
Song, are you feeling unwell?
Would you like to come inside for a cup of tea?” the man said with an unhurried demeanor.
“We have plenty of time.
Let me regale you with some past events.
Do you remember the man from the bar you nearly beat to death?”
“Of course, I remember.
That man ended up wheezing under my feet like a dog,” Song Yun replied coldly.
“Only you RB people would play such pathetic games.”
“Oh, then I’m terribly sorry, but he and I come from the same family.
If we’re talking blood relations, he’s my cousin,” the man started amiably enough, but his voice grew crazier as he continued.
“All because of you, our family was humiliated in the dark world.
I didn’t want to come this time, but once I heard you were involved, I got so excited.
Hahaha, Song Yun, you’ve lost.
Now, take them down.”
The masked men dispersed, and as Li Shishi was still somewhat weak from just waking up, the man didn’t leave anyone to guard her.
“Run.” Song Yun took hold of Xiao Qing and turned to flee, for he had seen Black Flood Dragon appear beside Li Shishi.
At the same time, the masked men raised their guns and without hesitation shot at Song Yun.
Song Yun ducked, pushing Xiao Qing’s head down too, and the two zigzagged away rapidly.
Seeing a straw stack ahead, Song Yun grabbed Xiao Qing’s arm, threw her onto it, and then he himself leaned against the back of a warehouse, gasping for breath.
“Find them for me,” the man roared in fury.
He had made such a fundamental mistake, letting Song Yun escape, and even worse, the hostage Li Shishi.
It was nothing less than a disgrace.
Song Yun carefully peered out, faintly making out by the moonlight that the enemies carried only handguns.
Phew, as long as there were no heavy weapons, things were looking up.
Song Yun hastily covered Xiao Qing with straw, told her not to come out, then began his slaughter.
To prevent suspicion, Song Yun didn’t bring a gun, armed only with his dagger.
He saw a masked man coming stealthily, moved to a shadowy spot, waiting.
Unless the man came over to check himself, he wouldn’t find Song Yun.
And indeed, the man fell right into Song Yun’s trap, stepping closer and closer.
When he was near enough, Song Yun lunged with a tiger pounce, plunging the dagger viciously into the man’s mouth.
Blood spattered all over Song Yun.
Disgusted, he cursed inwardly.
Just then, another masked man spotted Song Yun covered in blood and was about to shoot when he suddenly felt a burning sensation on his forehead.
The masked man’s eyes rolled back, his consciousness fading, and his body dropped to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.
Fortunate that his reflexes were quick, Song Yun had thrown the dagger, preventing what would have been an encirclement.
To avoid raising further suspicion, Song Yun looked left and right before dragging the body hit by the dagger to the side and placing the two corpses in a shadowy area.