This was almost the standard assessment process for rapid shooting.
Both sides had closed in at close quarters, and the opponent had undoubtedly identified him as the target.
He had to strike first, or there would be no way out.
Absolutely fast!
Relatively accurate!
Without hesitation, Song Heping drew his gun and fired.
The speed of drawing and firing that he mastered during his days in the Special Forces was now pushed to its absolute limit.
Bang, bang, bang—
The opponent had just started to pull his gun from under his clothes, but Song Heping's bullets had already arrived.
The warheads pierced three holes in the chest.
Direct hits!
But an unexpected turn occurred.
Despite taking three shots, the opponent seemed to only stagger backward slightly, not immediately collapsing to the ground.
Bulletproof vest!
Song Heping quickly reacted, moving rapidly to the left—towards a street corner leading to a narrow alley.
If there's one, there must be two.
