The woman saw a fully armed man with camouflage paint on his face charging into the house, and her mouth opened instinctively wanting to scream.
Click-click—
Song Heping pulled the trigger.
This was almost a reflexive reaction.
He had been trained for this.
The woman staggered backward, slumping against the wall.
Her hand loosened, dropping a Hand Grenade.
"Damn!"
Song Heping cursed softly again.
This was something he didn't want to do.
But he did it anyway.
War is just like that, cruel and real.
She even hid a Hand Grenade.
It seems this family has very close ties with the armed militants.
In a war zone, a woman could also be a soldier or even a martyr.
Never underestimate women, otherwise, it could cost your life.
Without much guilt, Song Heping immediately turned his gun to continue searching.
There was another door in this room; Song Heping leaned against the wall and gently tested it with his foot.
The door opened; it wasn't locked.
No sound came from inside.
