Song Heping no longer had a choice; now, it all depended on speed!
Speed!
More important than anything else!
Trying to fix the jam would undoubtedly be foolish.
Song Heping reacted by instinct, choosing to discard the MP5 and quickly pulling out the Glock 17, moving swiftly towards the opponent's blind spot while firing.
The bullet accurately wedged into the opponent's eye socket, shattering the night vision device.
Once in the blind spot, Song Heping didn't pause but immediately started moving quickly along the other side of the container.
Sure enough, just as he left his original position, the last Mossad agent jumped down from the top of the container, firing fiercely at the spot where Song Heping had just stood.
But little did he know, Song Heping had already circled behind him along the container, aiming at his back and pulling the trigger.
Poof—
Thud—
The sound of the skull shattering in the darkness was particularly eerie.
