Mercenary I am the king

Chapter 981: A Masterpiece

London, MI6 headquarters, command center.

On the huge curved screen, the technician zoomed in on the live drone footage in the lower right corner.

Although the image quality was blurry and filled with green noise due to distance and interference, the senior agents in the command center were still able to barely make out the key situation of the ruined battlefield in the southwest corner of the desert city thanks to powerful image enhancement algorithms.

When the hunter's helmet was hit by the first .338 round, the helmet flew off, and blood splattered, a few suppressed gasps rang out in the command room.

The playful smile on Ames' lips deepened, carrying a cruel, smug satisfaction of "I knew it."

The operations director nodded slightly, as if he saw the plan progressing smoothly.

As the hunter stubbornly raised his gun to aim again, Ms. M's icy blue eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a subtle scrutiny of her tenacious opponent.

Immediately following, a second muffled .338 shot rang out—although the drone could not pick up the sound, the footage of the hunter being hit again and falling to the ground, and then finally collapsing completely, clearly eased the tense atmosphere in the command room.

The technicians even moved the indicator representing the hunter's vital signs from the corner of the screen to the red area marked "incapacitated/endangered".

"Enemy sniper eliminated."

A technical officer in charge of battlefield situation analysis reported in a deep voice.

"Well done, Coleman."

Ames gave a soft compliment, then leaned back in his chair, as if the situation was already settled.

"Song Heping is exposed! He's charging towards the wounded! There's no cover!"

Another tech officer, his eyes glued to the screen, reported rapidly, his voice tinged with the excitement of having found prey.

On the screen, the figure representing Song Heping broke free from the rubble and rushed at high speed toward the fallen hunter.

Looking down from that deadly high point of the water tower, it was tantamount to suicide!

"He's finished."

The operations manager asserted confidently, then turned to Ms. M, asking for instructions, "Should we notify 'Rattlesnake' to prepare for the final cleanup?"

Ms. M did not answer; her gaze was fixed on the rapidly moving dot on the screen.

She had a premonition.

Song Heping won't die so easily.

There have been so many rumors about him being killed, but they were all proven false in the end.

this time……

Is it really possible to obtain something so easily without any effort?

The moment the head of operations finished speaking!

The image on the screen suddenly froze!
The technician seemed to have caught something amiss, his fingers flying across the console.

In the video, the figure sprinting at high speed suddenly came to a stop without warning, defying the laws of physics, just a few steps away from the fallen hunter!
The body seemed to be pulled by invisible ropes, transitioning from extreme motion to extreme stillness. Then, a fluid and dazzling spinning motion was completed!
Even more shockingly, the instant he completed the spin, he had a long gun in his hand—the very HK417 that the hunter had dropped!

bend over!

Grab the gun!

Lie down!
Spin!

Hold the gun!

aim!

The whole process was so fast it was like being on fast forward!
In the blurry night vision footage from the drone, only a series of continuous afterimages could be barely captured!

That heavy sniper rifle was as light as a toy in his hands!
"What is he going to do?!"

Ames sprang up from the back of his chair, staring at the screen in disbelief.

At this distance and from this angle, what is this? Facing an SBS special forces ace sniper who occupies an absolute high ground and is equipped with top-notch gear?
This is simply a fantasy!

The screen remained silent.

However, the faint flashes of light and smoke from the muzzle of Song Heping's gun were detected by the enhanced algorithm.

"He fired!"

The technician shouted.

First shot!
Top of the water tower, SBS sniping position.

Captain Coleman's cold smile froze instantly!

He steadily aimed the crosshairs of his scope at Song Heping, who was completely exposed and charging towards the wounded, ready to pull the trigger and reap a life.

At this critical moment!
"clang--!!!"

A sharp, ear-piercing metallic crack suddenly exploded in his ears!

Coleman felt as if his right eye had been struck hard by a red-hot iron hammer!

The immense impact and searing pain caused his vision to go completely black for a moment!
Warm liquid streamed down my cheeks!

He instinctively let out a painful groan, and his body suddenly fell backward!
The TAC-50 sniper rifle in my hand almost slipped out of my grasp!

Through his right eye, which was blurry and throbbing with pain, he saw in horror that the objective lens of his expensive Schmidt-Bender PM II 5-25x56 high-powered scope had now become a terrifying black hole covered with spiderweb-like cracks and completely pierced through at the center!
Hot metal fragments and glass shards, like deadly shot, embedded themselves deeply in the skin around his right eye and even severed the artery in the right side of his neck!
Blood gushed out like a small fountain, instantly staining half of his neck and tactical vest red!

"Ugh—my eyes! My eyes!"

Coleman let out a piercing scream, overwhelmed by the excruciating pain and the immense fear brought on by blindness.

He instinctively covered his bleeding neck with his hand, his body convulsing violently from the intense pain and blood loss.

"Sir!"

A team member not far away was stunned by this sudden turn of events!
He was still basking in the excitement of locking onto the target when he saw his superior's scope shatter and blood splatter everywhere!

He instinctively lunged at Coleman, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Medic! Medic! Sniper wounded! Scope shot out! Repeat, scope shot out!"

He screamed in terror, unaware that he had completely exposed his location.

London, command center.

On the screen, the location of the sniper position at the top of the water tower was marked with a striking red circle by the technician.

When the trajectory of the first bullet was simulated and reconstructed by the system, and its endpoint pointed squarely at the top of the water tower, the entire command room fell into an eerie silence.

"What...what did he hit?"

A young intelligence analyst muttered to himself, his voice hoarse.

The technical supervisor stared intently at the ballistic simulation lines and thermal imaging feedback on the screen. After a few seconds, he answered in an almost dreamlike voice, trembling with disbelief: "The...hit point analysis...it's probably Captain Coleman..."

"what?!"

Ames cried out, his face turning deathly pale. "How is this possible?!"

In a passive situation?
At a distance of over 600 meters?

Against an ace sniper who has just finished firing and is locking onto him?
What kind of dynamic vision is required for this?
What kind of gun feel?
What kind of... inhuman computational ability?!

For the first time, Ms. M's fingers, which were resting on the armrest, curled slightly involuntarily. Her icy blue pupils suddenly contracted, fixed on the figure on the screen who had lowered his body again and was holding a gun like a rock.

"Damn it!"

She rarely swore, but she muttered a curse under her breath. For a fleeting moment, a pang of regret crossed her mind.

I really shouldn't have messed with this madman...

Desert City Battlefield.

After firing the first shot, Song Heping's body remained as still as the most precise movement of a clock, without the slightest unnecessary tremor.

The powerful recoil was instantly absorbed and neutralized by his robust physique and stable shooting posture.

His gaze never left the shaded area at the top of the water tower.

The moment another SBS member rushed to Coleman's side in a panic, revealing his exact location, Song Heping's index finger had already steadily pulled the trigger again!
"Bang—Sizzle!"

The second 7.62mm NATO round roared out!

At the top of the water tower, the SBS team member quickly tore open a first-aid kit and tried to press down on Coleman's gushing arterial blood.

His head, in an effort to check Coleman's injuries, had unconsciously peeked out from the edge of the bunker, revealing just a tiny bit of it...

But even that tiny bit was enough to kill him.

Just as he bent down to tear off the bandage to stop the bleeding!
"puff!"

A dull thud, like the sound of a ripe watermelon being smashed.

The SBS member fell to the side with his entire upper body slumped down, and the Ops-Core FAST helmet he was wearing was as fragile as paper, with a terrifying hole the size of a fist instantly appearing in the front!
A mixture of red and white liquid, along with fragments of bone and brain tissue, sprayed violently backward in a radial pattern, splattering all over Coleman!
The poor fellow couldn't even utter a groan before his body went limp as if his bones had been removed, leaving only unconscious twitching.

"Do not--!!!"

Coleman's remaining left eye witnessed this bloody and horrific scene, and he let out a desperate and painful roar, but the rupture of his carotid artery left his voice hoarse and weak, with only a hoarse, leaking sound remaining.

Inside the command center in London.

Dead silence.

Absolute silence.

On the screen, one of the heat signals representing the water tower sniper point disappeared instantly, and the other signal belonging to Coleman also weakened sharply due to blood loss.

The technician watched as the indicator representing the assistant gunner's life signal on the screen instantly turned into a glaring red "X," and then watched the ballistic simulation line precisely pass through an extremely tiny structural gap in the bunker atop the water tower, ultimately hitting the target. His lips trembled, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Ames stood frozen in place, his face drained of color, his mouth slightly open, like a dead fish left out of the water and left to bake in the sun on a deck.

The head of operations had his knuckles white from gripping the control panel so tightly that they were clenched so hard.

Ms. M remained seated, but her jawline was taut to its limit, and for the first time, a tidal wave of shock surged deep within her icy blue eyes.

Was it just luck that the scope was penetrated?

What about that second shot that penetrated through the gap in the cover and landed a precise headshot?

Desert battlefield.

The smoke from the second shot had not yet cleared.

Song Heping's gaze was like the most accurate radar, instantly capturing the figure on the top of the water tower who was instinctively rolling to the side due to excruciating pain and blood loss, trying to find the last cover!

Coleman!
He must die!

The direction, speed, and possible landing point of the opponent's roll...

Countless pieces of information were instantly calculated and predicted in Song Heping's brain, which was like a supercomputer!
Without the slightest hesitation, he subtly adjusted his body to an extremely small angle, following the predicted trajectory of the target!

The muzzle of the gun traced an almost invisible arc as the body moved!
"Bang—Sizzle!"

The third bullet!
Before the echo of the second shot had completely faded, it had already torn through the night sky!
Coleman, his mind clouded by pain and blood loss, rolled toward the heavy concrete bunker base to his left and rear, driven by his survival instinct.

That was the safest place he could find.

Just as his body rolled to the edge of the bunker base, and he was about to take cover inside!
bang——

A dull, strange sound!

That 7.62mm NATO round, like the finger of death with eyes, smashed through a relatively thin section of concrete, riddled with bullet holes and cracks, at the edge of the bunker base with tremendous force!

The bullet underwent a slight deformation as it penetrated the concrete, but still carried terrifying residual kinetic energy, hitting Coleman's left chest cavity with perfect accuracy as he rolled over, and entering his body through the gap between the two ballistic plates on the side of his tactical vest!

"puff!"

A spray of blood mixed with shattered internal organs exploded violently from Coleman's back!

The powerful impact of the bullet slammed him hard against the cold concrete base!

His body convulsed violently, his only remaining left eye wide open, filled with extreme pain, confusion, and unbelievable horror, staring intently at the night sky.

Immediately, the light in his eyes dimmed, and his body slid down the base like a tattered sack, leaving a glaring red trail on the dusty, blood-stained platform. Three shots.

three seconds.

Two core members of SBS's most elite sniper teams.

Two people died.

London, command center.

Time seemed to stand still completely.

On the huge curved screen, two dots representing the elite forces of the British Empire's special forces dimmed one after another within three seconds, eventually going out completely.

The symbol representing Coleman's life signal, following the assistant shooter, also changed to a cold, cruel red "X".

The ballistic trajectory analysis diagrams overlapped in the center of the screen like scribbled characters.

The first shot, a precise straight line, ended with the shattered scope.

The second shot, with a strange trajectory line repeatedly calculated and confirmed by the system, passed through a gap in the bunker structure with a diameter of less than ten centimeters, ending at the exploded head.

The third shot, an arc with a clear element of prediction, ended at a heart that had stopped beating after penetrating concrete.

The technical supervisor stared intently at the three trajectory lines, especially the unbelievable paths and landing points of the second and third shots.

His body began to tremble uncontrollably, his face turned ashen, his lips quivered, and he murmured in a near-collapse, delirious tone, his voice unusually clear in the deathly silent command room:

"This guy isn't human... he's not human..."

He suddenly raised his head, looked around at everyone, and the words he was about to say just wouldn't come out.

"Clap!"

A crisp cracking sound broke the suffocating silence in the command room.

The bone china coffee cup that Ms. M had been holding slipped from her slightly trembling fingertips and fell onto the thick wool carpet.

The dark brown coffee, like murky blood, quickly spread across the expensive off-white carpet, forming a stain that kept expanding.

Ms. M seemed oblivious.

She remained seated, her icy blue eyes fixed on the screen, on the figure representing Song Heping, carrying the heavily wounded hunter back onto his back amidst the smoke of battle.

"Cheer up, everyone!"

Her pupils shone with a cold light.

"We haven't lost yet! Immediately contact the 'Rattlesnake' squad, tell them Song Heping's location, and order them to organize the GNA armed forces to pursue Song Heping with all their might. We absolutely cannot let him leave Desert City alive!"

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