Just over ten seconds had passed, and Song Heping's Falcon Special Combat Team had already suffered significant losses.
Attack teams from all four directions had been hit by sudden assaults.
These guys were extremely well-hidden.
And who knows when they had already taken cover here.
Now, Song Heping no longer had time to think about where these guys had come from; perhaps they had been following Baghdadi all along, waiting like a hunter for their prey.
"Someone's down!"
"Lucia's been shot!"
"Team 3 needs support!"
"Their firepower is too fierce; we are trapped!"
The sound of gunfire was intense.
At this time, the bodyguards in Baghdadi's compound had all reacted; they didn't dare to run out of the courtyard but instead rushed to the rooftop, holding guns and fiercely strafing the Falcon Special Combat Team mercenaries below.
