On the sand dune eight hundred meters away, the Hunter slowly ejected the cartridge.
The 7.62mm sniper cartridge emitted wisps of smoke as it lay on the sand, with a faint "ding" as it rolled, quickly drowned out by the desert wind.
He pressed his earpiece, his voice as calm as if reporting a shooting range drill: "Target eliminated."
"Very good."
Song Heping's voice came through the channel, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, and then he issued the order: "Full squad assault."
Twenty elite members of the "Musician" Defense Company leaped out from under the camouflage netting, moving swiftly and silently.
Their desert camouflage uniforms blended almost perfectly with the sand, only the metal parts of their firearms occasionally flashed cold under the sunlight.
These were personally trained by Song Heping, each one a veteran of bloody battles, their tactical acumen far surpassing the rabble under African continent's warlord forces.
