After Song Heping launched an attack on the CIA joint command under the leadership of Jiang Feng's Team A, he began to make a detour, leaving the original road. According to the coordinates reported by Group C led by White Bear, he quickly maneuvered past from the side of the Green Berets.

His appearance caused the Green Berets, who had already started an orderly retreat, to suffer a significant blow once again.

"Open fire!"

After getting into the attack position, Song Heping gave a calm and decisive order.

Twenty automatic weapons simultaneously spat fire, creating a deadly barrage.

The Green Berets were caught in a pincer attack, instantly falling into a desperate situation.

In just a minute, four more team members were hit and fell to the ground.

Marcus rolled behind a rock, his cheek cut by the debris.

He quickly assessed the situation—at least twenty people on the flank, and at least thirty to forty behind. Six of their own had already been lost, and the remaining team members were pinned down on an exposed sandy ground, without even a chance to raise their heads.

A sliver of despair surged in his heart.

But he quickly suppressed it forcibly.

After all, he was a commander of the Green Berets who had undergone the most professional guerrilla training.

Even when besieged on all sides, he knew very well he couldn't crumble.

If he crumbled, others would be doomed for certain.

Then no one would have a hope of survival.

Song Heping hated the CIA and US Special Forces the most.

All kinds of leaked videos previously had shown this point.

Falling into his hands...

Marcus felt a chill on his neck, not daring to think further about the consequences.

"Smoke bomb cover! Everyone break through to the west! Mark the location!"

He decisively changed the plan, simultaneously retrieving a signal flare from his waist and shooting a red flare into the sky.

Another team member threw out two glow sticks.

Their assault here had already sent out an emergency signal for assistance.

Although the front command couldn't be relied upon, Langley Headquarters would receive the distress call.

The military would definitely dispatch Delta quickly to come to the rescue.

Those guys had been deployed in the Sahel Region, and they were supposed to act together tonight. However, the higher-ups temporarily ordered their Green Berets squad to go first.

Unexpectedly...

Going first turned into dying first...

Song Heping seemed to have already mastered all of their movements.

Marcus suddenly recalled a saying from the seniors.

It's easy to be sold out when working with the CIA.

Because the CIA's intelligence network sometimes is like a leaky fishing net, and the operation information is very likely to have been leaked!

"Damn CIA!"

He cursed in anger.

Marking his own attack point was the last means to seek aid from the Delta Force that might still be nearby.

As the red flare rose into the night sky over the Northern Sudan wilderness, Langley CIA Headquarters was already in chaos.

"The forward command is completely out of contact!" The technical director trembled, "The last video showed they were under bombardment!"

Deputy Director Pence slammed a fist onto the table: "What about the Green Berets squad?"

"Lost contact five minutes ago, but before the disconnect, Captain Marcus sent out the 'Ambushed' emergency code."

The war room fell into deadly silence.

Everyone understood what this meant—they had been outsmarted by Song Heping again.

"Immediately contact the Delta team stationed in Chad, and have them provide support at all costs!"

Pence ordered, "Notify the Pentagon, we need to mobilize all resources in the Sahel, including requesting assistance from Britain and France, and secure an emergency air corridor over Northern Sudan. I don't care about anything else, order Delta Force to move out immediately, immediately!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The subordinates executed his orders immediately.

Meanwhile, Pence stood in front of the table of the command, his hands clenched into fists on the tabletop, eyes bloodshot, staring intensely at the screen full of snowflakes in front of him, his teeth gritting audibly.

Thirty minutes later, four MH-60 "Black Hawk" helicopters flew in a low-altitude formation across the Sudanese border.

Delta Force Commander Major Carter sat at the edge of the cabin, holding an SCAR assault rifle in his hand, his face heavy like cold steel, staring fixedly at the dark ground.

Their operation this time completely violated international law, and if shot down, no official U.S. agency would acknowledge their existence.

But to save the Green Berets trapped in heavy siege, they had to take this risk.

In the cabin, team members were already discussing the operation.

From Song Heping to the CIA, these elite US soldiers ridiculed the CIA's intelligence and information with a mocking tone, mercilessly ridiculing the situation that led the Green Berets to be trapped in a siege.

"Hope we can clean up the CIA idiots' mess over there."

"I'm always unsettled when cooperating with the CIA, my eyelids twitch..."

"Lance, don't jinx it. Remember to touch the mascot before landing."

"Let's do it; the other side is a bunch of mercenaries. We just need to break through their outer circle and open a way to save the brothers in Green Berets. The situation is dire now; we can't take down that Song for sure, we should protect ourselves!"

Carter listened in the headset to his team members' complaints and mockery; he knew it was inevitable, but from everyone's conversation, no one had confidence in the mission target to kill Song Heping anymore.

He felt a little indignant.

Song Heping's profile he had seen.

Recently that guy has become a big shot, publicly uploading photos and videos of killing CIA and Mossad teams to the Dark Web, utterly audacious.

At least he had never seen such a crazy guy.

"Two minutes to the flare position," the pilot reported over the headset, "prepare for disembarkation."

"Stop the idle talk, check your equipment, and get ready to disembark!"

Carter hurriedly used the opportunity to interrupt everyone's meaningful conversation.

The helicopter hovered at a point 500 meters from the combat zone, rapid-deployment ropes tossed from the cabin heavily landing on the ground, and the Delta team began fast rope descent.

Just as they began to rope down, a cluster of lights caught Carter's left peripheral vision as soon as he landed.

It was a fireball.

It flashed quickly.

He instinctively gazed toward the place where the fireball erupted.

He saw a missile trailing a fiery tail plummeting toward the helicopter he was on.

"Anti-air missile!"

He shouted in terror into the headset.

Almost simultaneously, fireballs burst open from several different positions on the ground.

Several man-portable anti-air missiles were rushing toward the sky, heading for the helicopter formation.

"Hold on tight!"

On the helicopter, the pilot ignored everything else, yelled a warning, and then jerked the control stick.

The Black Hawk helicopter sharply jerked its nose up, making a massive rapid turn in the air.

The heat decoy device under the helicopter's belly instantly spewed out dozens of red decoys, lighting up the sky.

Those poor Delta Force members who hadn't successfully landed yet and were still sliding down the ropes were thrown out, like stones crashing heavily onto the ground.

Boom——

Two Black Hawks couldn't evade and were hit, the fuselages exploding in the air, like giant fireworks.

Debris wrapped in flames crashed to the ground.

"Watch out for debris!"

Carter's eyes were bulging out half an inch.

The devastation before him was eye-wrenching.

Ambush!

Trap!

Several nouns flashed through his mind.

He suddenly realized he had underestimated Song Heping.

"Retreat behind the slope! Establish a defensive line immediately, hold firm!"

He made a swift judgment.

In the sky, the sound of the Black Hawk Helicopter's rotors drifted away.

Carrying members who hadn't landed yet.

They fled.

There was no choice but to flee.

This operation's helicopter formation wasn't protected by Apache Armed Helicopters.

Under the attack of shoulder-fired anti-air missiles, they were utterly vulnerable.

Carter was shocked by the level of equipment used by Song Heping and his subordinates.

Entirely different from any armed organization they had encountered in the Sahel Region; their equipment was exceptionally advanced, even possessing individual anti-air missiles, definitely not a small-scale defense company.

No wonder the CIA, MI6, and Mossad repeatedly failed to capture this guy.

Now, he even felt a hint of fear.

The confidence he once had was completely gone.

Today, merely holding their ground and saving himself and his men would be considered the best outcome.

But little did he know, while they were providing suppressive fire at the missile launch position and slowly retreating towards the slope with alternating cover, twelve shadows emerged from the sandy area about three hundred meters behind the slope — one attack team from Group B had been waiting for long.

The person in charge of this rear assault was Collins, who gently removed the camouflage net covering him, aiming his MGL-140 grenade launcher at the Delta Force's rear.

"Let them get within two hundred meters."

He ordered softly on the encrypted channel.

Twelve team members remained motionless like statues, controlling even their breathing to the lowest frequency.

Major Carter suddenly halted, raising a fist.

Years of battlefield instinct left him uneasy; this area was too silent, even without the sound of insects.

"Infrared scan the area ahead." He ordered the technician.

But it was already too late.

Collins knew he couldn't wait any longer.

He pulled the trigger, 40mm grenades one after another whistling towards the center of the Delta team.

"Boom!"

The explosion toppled four members, simultaneously, the remaining B Group members began firing. The first volley of precisely aimed shots took down seven Delta members, all hit in the head or neck.

"Ambush! Seven o'clock direction!"

Carter shouted, diving towards the nearest cover.

His SCAR-H rifle immediately retaliated, accurately striking a B Group member's shoulder with 7.62mm bullets.

But B Group held absolute terrain advantage.

They had pre-dug individual cover, arranged directional mines and tripwire mines.

Delta Force hastily engaged, casualties rising swiftly.

Collins calmly changed magazines, reporting to Song Heping via radio: "Group B has engaged the target, enemy casualties over half, we have one lightly injured."

"Very good, continue suppression, don't let them meet with the Green Berets."

Song Heping responded, personally leading five members to launch an assault on Marcus's remnants.

Marcus had only eight members capable of fighting, and their ammunition was also depleted.

Seeing Song Heping personally leading the attack, he knew the situation was hopeless.

"Concentrate fire! Aim for the leader!"

He ordered, simultaneously inserting the last magazine into his rifle.

Song Heping seemed to anticipate his intent, his charging route suddenly zigzagged, preventing any aim.

The frightening part was his five-member team had exceptional coordination, advancing with alternating cover, their suppression fire was suffocatingly accurate.

A bullet struck Marcus's right leg, causing him to kneel but continuing to fire. But Song Heping reached within twenty meters now, executing a graceful tactical roll evading all bullets, moments later his pistol aimed at Marcus's forehead.

"It's over." Song Heping spoke in fluent English, his gaze icy cold as frost.

Marcus sighed wryly, releasing the trigger.

He knew he was completely defeated — this wasn't luck, but a thorough tactical overpowering.

From communication cuts, ambush setup, to intercepting reinforcements, every step calculated precisely.

"FUCK! I lost."

"Well, you can go meet God now."

Bang——

Song Heping's gun spat flames, Marcus's head jerked harshly aside, then his body fell heavily, no longer moving.

"Come over here."

Song Heping beckoned a member.

"Take photos of them and give them to Henry the manager, let him upload them. The rest, follow me, let's intercept Delta's retreat!"

"Yes, Boss!"

The newly joined member was thrilled.

Because lying before them were corpses of Green Beret elite members, experts in guerrilla warfare from the US Army's top Special Forces.

Killing them.

Means proving his own capability.

Apparently, these guys could be killed too.

They weren't as invincible as imagined.

This mercenary from "Musician" Defense smugly thought.

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