Chapter 163 What is a combat hero (Part 1)

Author: Mahjong Jun

Chapter 163 What is a combat hero (Part 1)

Xiangjiang area, mid-level villa.

Chicken Head is about to fire a fireball to end the battle.

The African God of War Zhao Wenmu has not yet realized the danger.

He would not show his head every time he fired, so at this moment he had no idea that the chicken head had no morals and had already pulled out a weapon of mass destruction.

At the same time, a harsh brake sound came from behind Zhao Wenmu.

He looked at it blankly, but his heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

The person who came was not the bodyguard of the Rong family, nor the Hong Kong police.

Another group of unidentified militants.

He could only reasonably speculate that he was an accomplice of the gangster.

There are wolves in front and tigers behind, and we are under attack from both sides.

At this moment, he didn't know what else to do.

I just pray that Zhao Jing is safe.

Zhao Jing had already rushed to the edge of the villa a moment ago. Zhao Wenmu did not see clearly whether she went inside or hid around the villa.

I can't wipe the blood off my head.

It seriously affected his vision.

However, he was very sure that there were no security guards near the villa.

For him right now, the safest direction is near the villa.

There are some decorative trees and various buildings there.

But here, there are only roads and streets.

However, he cannot move to the villa.

He didn't dare.

Maybe Zhao Jing is hiding there.

Replace the last magazine and hide in the only safe corner.

This corner is exactly 120 degrees from the chicken head and the unidentified militant.

The car also gives him a little bit of safety space.

The armed men opened fire.

Fortunately, they were shooting at the chicken's head.

Unfortunately, they were also shooting at Zhao Wenmu.

Occupying the numerical advantage, this unidentified group of people seems to have no intention of letting anyone go.

However, they still saved Zhao Wenmu.

The chicken head charged up to throw the grenade, turned around suddenly, and the small explosive traced a graceful curve and landed in the crowd.

At this last moment, he prioritized attacking the group of people who were more threatening.

"boom!"

Zhao Wenmu felt a ringing in his ears.

I saw a car being overturned, with metal fragments mixed with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

"boom!"

The chicken head seemed to be irritated and immediately threw another one.

Zhao Wenmu's eyes were completely split.

This is so disrespectful of martial ethics!

Not daring to delay at all, he flew towards the flower bed in the direction of the villa.

At this moment, I don't care whether it will attract a wolf into the house.

Sure enough, the moment he plunged headlong into the flower bed, a grenade exploded right where he was.

The Porsche and the gangster's car that collided were also scattered by the huge impact.

The luxury sports car worth several houses has now changed beyond recognition.

The only good thing is that Zhao Wenmu is safe for the time being.

From this position, the chicken-headed grenade cannot be thrown.

As long as he doesn't raise his head, unknown persons cannot hit him.

Of course, if the unknown militants also had grenades, he would have fully disclosed it here.

At this moment, the unknown group of people were concentrating on dealing with the chicken head and didn't care about him at all.

Zhao Wenmu lay down in the flower bed and leaned into a more hidden corner.

Then he lay inside peacefully.

Turning your head sideways, you can see that the door of the villa has finally opened.

Several security personnel set up iron horses in front of the door and then dispersed.

Zhao Jing should be safe.

Zhao Wenmu only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally he could no longer hold on and fell into a deep sleep.

Just when Zhao Wenmu passed out, out of sight, behind a tree next to the villa, two security personnel took Zhao Jing, who was hiding here, back to the security center near the villa.

Let’s talk about the others.

After Rong Xinyi, Zhao Wenqiu and others, as well as the Rong brothers and sisters, came out of the Rong family villa, they did not follow Zhao Wenmu. This large group of people also drove around aimlessly.

As soon as the Rong family bodyguards had a shootout with the kidnappers, this group of people heard gunshots.

They took more bodyguards with them.

These security personnel quickly protected everyone as if facing a powerful enemy.

Then immediately retreated towards the Rong family villa.

The two bodyguards who were fighting fiercely with the kidnappers immediately reported the news to the Rong family villa.

Several bodyguard cars were rushing from the villa at this moment.

"Young Master Rong, I want to go over there and check it out!"

Zheng Guangming quickly organized his equipment and said to Rong Zhenbang at the same time.

"Amu may be in danger, I have to confirm the situation!"

Rong Zhenbang knows Zheng Guangming's abilities and also knows that he shoulders the responsibility of protecting Zhao Wenmu and others.

He nodded and immediately arranged for two bodyguards to accompany Zheng Guangming.

Zheng Guangming stepped into a security vehicle.

One bodyguard was responsible for driving the vehicle, and another person quickly pulled out a compartment from the vehicle, which contained various equipment.

There are actually 56 and a half!

Zheng Guangming's eyes lit up.

He immediately put the pistol back on his waist, took the semi-automatic rifle with one hand, and loaded it.

He took another magazine and stuck it on his lower back.

The bodyguards of the Rong family were stunned by the smooth movement of the magazine in his one hand!

The gun weighed more than 4 kilograms after being loaded, but in Zheng Guangming's hand, it seemed to weigh nothing.

What does it mean to use one's fingers like an arm?

This spear is like a part of his body in his hand, familiar and skillful.

He couldn't even remember how many days and nights he had practiced just holding a gun with one arm.

It was this gun that accompanied him through several years of military career and accompanied him in fighting the enemy in the humid and hot jungles of the south.

This gun witnessed his youth and fearlessness!

Even if he lost an arm, Zheng Guangming was still extremely confident with this familiar old friend in his hand.

At this moment, he seemed to still be the reconnaissance captain who fought and fought in Lang Son and Gaoping.

Nothing can stop him.
To be continued...