Song Heping made fine adjustments to his scope, searching for Curtis among the convoy.
The flames were intense.
Several vehicles had already erupted into fierce blazes.
Such flames were a disadvantage for night-time sniping, affecting the aim to some extent.
A few people emerged from the third pickup truck, but were quickly swarmed by armed militants.
Song Heping couldn't make out which one was Curtis in the flickering light under the night conditions in such a short time.
Especially since Curtis was now dressed exactly like those Ata militants, with absolutely no distinction.
"I can't see him!"
"He's surrounded!"
"Damn it! I just need a second! He just has to show his head for a second!"
"Is it possible to shoot through the person in front of him?!"
"It's worth a try, but the bullet trajectory can't be guaranteed!"
Since it's impossible to identify the target by attire and appearance, the only other method is to analyze their positioning.
