Following the four people, Wang Zhen whispered: "Is that your companion? Why are you so rude?"
"Comrade, do you have any misunderstanding?" Mountbatten chuckled, "It's not a concept at all, okay?"
"PMC, didn't you work as bodyguards before?"
"Of course not, we are an offensive team."
"What's the difference?" Wang Zhen asked in confusion.
"The difference is huge." Mountbatten thought for a while and said: "The first purpose of the bodyguard is to protect the safety of the mission target. Everything is based on this. For example, the U.S. Secret Service is responsible for protecting the President, Vice President and their immediate family members of the United States after they leave office.
President, Vice President and their families, etc."
"Their training is also aimed at these tasks. I don't know how to describe it specifically. Anyway, it is very professional."
"We are an offensive team, completely opposite to them. We are responsible for killing people. When encountering danger, the first reaction is not to protect the target but to kill all the opponents."
"Let us protect people..." Mountbatten suddenly laughed, "Those assassins will all be killed by us, but the target is probably dead as well, hahahaha."
While the two were talking, Wang Zhen saw a car suddenly brake and hit the front of the four people. When it stopped, the car door opened. The two people jumped out of the car and raised their hands and fired, "bang", "bang", "bang".
"Bang" "Bang"
At the moment when the gunman jumped down and fired, Wang Zhen clearly saw the two bodyguards opening their hands to block the man and the woman. Their bodies shook a few times, and it was obvious that they had been shot.
The distance is too close.
As soon as the gunfire rang out, Mountbatten jumped to the side as a conditioned reflex. As he jumped out, he reached out to pull Wang Zhen, but he was in vain.
At this moment, Wang Zhen rushed behind the man and woman in front of him, dropped the things in his hands and grabbed them one by one, and ran towards the parking space next to them.
The two people reacted a little slowly and staggered when they were pulled away. They followed Wang Zhen and stumbled past the two cars.
There were constant gunshots behind him, and Wang Zhen's hands were shaking. He didn't know what he was thinking just now, but the first thing he did was save someone instead of running away.
Mao Yao got out from behind the car. Wang Zhen raised his head and immediately looked for Mountbatten. He saw Mountbatten making a gesture to him, which meant that he continued to hide, and then pointed at himself and pointed at their car.
After understanding what Mountbatten meant, Wang Zhen gestured to the two people behind him to follow him, and continued to crawl into the gap in the car.
The underground parking lot is the type where two people park opposite each other, and the parking lot is relatively full. The attacker behind him loses his shooting range by turning around.
"Bang" "bang", the gunman behind him was still shooting, and the bullets hit the car next to him, making a tinkling sound.
While Wang Zhen was walking around, he turned around and glanced. Although the man and woman were scared, they were still calm and followed closely behind him.
"Step softly!" Wang Zhen whispered, bending even lower and trying his best to hide himself behind the car without looking at the gunman's position. He just listened to the footsteps with his ears straightened.
On the other side, the target actually ran away, and the gunman became anxious. At this time, another person jumped out of the car and said, "Search in two directions, quickly, quickly, quickly."
As he spoke, the man jumped onto the roof of a car and ran back and forth on the roof, preparing to look for his escaped target from a high position.
After drilling several times, Wang Zhen now lost his sense of direction. Fortunately, he knew that Mountbatten had gone back to the car to look for a gun.
How could PMC go out without a gun? Two pistols were hidden in the car. Now he was waiting for Mountbatten to come to save his life.
Several "ding, ding, ding" sounds rang out nearby, startling Wang Zhen. Although the bullet missed him, it hit a nearby car.
He raised his head and glanced in the direction of the bullet, then quickly shrank his head and cursed. It turned out that the man standing on the roof of the car had seen them.
Fortunately, there was an aisle in the middle of the parking lot, so the man couldn't jump a few meters away, so he could only shoot in this direction to show the direction to the gunmen who were chasing him separately.
"Get under the car, quickly!" Wang Zhen whispered.
They couldn't show their heads anymore, they would be discovered, and delaying time was the most important thing now. The man and woman behind them could only count on Wang Zhen, who had just helped them, so they dived under the car without any hesitation.
Wang Zhen dodged to the side, and when he looked up again, he saw three balls of blood bursting from the chest of the majestic man standing on the roof of the car. He shook a few times and fell off the roof of the car.
"Okay!" He shouted in a low voice, it was Mountbatten!
At critical moments, your own people are still reliable!
After one of them died, the attackers immediately became cautious but did not give up. One of them fired in the direction of Mountbatten, and the other moved towards the position indicated by the man on the roof of the car.
Wang Zhen secretly stuck his head out to observe the situation. In a one-on-one situation, he didn't think Mountbatten would lose, so it would be easy to solve the problem if there was only one left.
Pulling up his trouser legs, Wang Zhen reached out and pulled out a dagger, the King of the Jungle.
Because Mountbatten said that he was good at using knives, and the fish-killing knife was lost in Lannatai, the poet gave it to him for self-defense.
Lying on the ground and looking around through the bottom of the car, he soon saw a pair of black leather shoes approaching.
The man and woman got under the car, so the person who came must be the attacker.
Wang Zhen stared at the feet and quickly walked around the gap between the cars on his hands and knees.
The gap between the cars is not big, and the attackers have to search for the target person and move very slowly.
Just as he passed the person in the wrong car, Wang Zhen stood up lightly and stared at the back of the person's neck.
Breathing slowly and softly, with an unprecedented clarity in my mind, I bowed my waist, jumped up, put my foot on the front of the car and made a "bang" sound, and flew towards the person from a high position.
When the gunman heard the voice behind him, he turned around instinctively and saw Wang Zhenhe flying toward him with the gleaming dagger in his hand. His face was full of panic. He swung his arm and was about to move the muzzle of the gun, but it was too late.
!
A knife slashed through the air. The knife, which had been practiced for more than three years, was precise and fast. It instinctively avoided the raised arm and cut hard into the side of the gunman's neck.
The blade cut through the skin, blood vessels, and tendons, and was finally blocked by the spine!
Until then, a "bang" sound and the sound of gunfire rang in Wang Zhen's ears, but the bullet hit somewhere unknown.
With another 'bang', the attacker was knocked into the car next to him by Wang Zhen. Wang Zhen pressed his left elbow on the gunman's head. The jungle king who had just scratched his neck jerked back and stabbed downwards.
"Pfft", the knife was stabbed under the gunman's right rib. After the entire blade had not penetrated, he thrust it out again, opening a larger hole.
This is really instinctive. After all, when killing fish, you have to pick out the gills.
After the last blow, Wang Zhen also fell between the two cars. Fortunately, there was an incoming gunman underneath him and he was not seriously injured.
The only bad thing was that the blood spattered by the gunman once again sprayed all over Wang Zhen's head, face, and body. Wang Zhen stood up, wiped his face, and sucked several times.