On the rooftop 300 meters away, Song Heping lay quietly, his eyes sharp as an eagle, observing every detail in the distance.
The sniper from the Mossad ambush team had no time to react before the bullet pierced through his head, ending his brief life. The entire process was so fast that not even a scream was uttered, only the sound of his skull shattering echoed in the air.
Song Heping witnessed this scene through his scope, red blood spurting out, his hair began to stand on end slowly, like a smoker who has gone without cigarettes all day suddenly inhaling the first puff — killing was indeed pleasurable!
He did not linger on the spot, nor did he need to observe further. He knew the opponent was definitely dead, and that was enough.
Quickly, he swiveled his gun, this time targeting the two Mossad agents peeking from the alley opposite the gate of Factory 54.
With the magnification of the scope, Song Heping could even see them pulling out Uzi submachine guns from their backpacks.
