Because at this moment, Song Yuanchao was exposed to the firepower of the three guards upstairs.
In order to buy her time to cut off the heads of the two guards, he had taken the initiative to greet them earlier, and now he was speaking to several guards in Tagalog, which he had learned in the water dungeon.
Tagalog is a relatively common official language in the Philippines, but Song Yuanchao didn't understand much of it, only a few phrases: Hello, Have you eaten? Sorry, Thank you!
Of course, it didn't take long, because Chen Rou sliced the two people in half with one stroke and then jumped up to the third floor without stopping. It's no exaggeration to say that she only took a little over a minute in total. However, during this time, although the guards upstairs hesitated for a moment because Song Yuanchao was wearing their uniform and could speak Filipino, they had already raised their guns at the same time.
Three AKs were aimed at his bald head at the same time. The three red dots looked like three scars on his shiny head. They had decided to fire. In this second or the next second, the bullets would be fired.
But Song Yuanchao could not move an inch, much less run.
He would surely die if he ran, but he would also surely die if he didn't run.
He saw it; the middle finger twitched, already pulling the trigger. But at the same time, a silver-white light flashed in the twilight, and then the AK, along with half an arm, was separated from the guard's body.
Immediately following was Chen Rou's figure and a swift slash of her blade, separating the guard's head from his.
Just then, a piercing long blast came from the loudspeaker. Chen Rou swung her knife and spun around, leaping to a high place. Immediately, there was another loud bang as an AK bullet pierced through the wooden eaves and shot into the sky, but it was only one shot.
Then came a moment of deathly silence. Song Yuanchao pounced on the motorcycle next to him like a madman, turned the key, rode upstairs, grabbed a gun, and rode away on the motorcycle.
He now had two AKs, one on his back and one in his hand, and he sped towards the front door.
Chen Rou didn't get off the motorcycle. She reappeared in Yue Zhongqi's binoculars, once again climbing over the wall and then leaping over, rolling on the ground, picking up the motorcycle that had just stopped, starting it as she walked, getting on, and speeding off to the other side.
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Grandpa Er was holding up his binoculars and looking ahead.
He wanted to say that he had seen his granddaughter use a Barrett rifle, but clearly, she was more comfortable with the longsword.
The tall, high-performance Harley-Davidson motorcycle was like a natural horse, allowing her to better utilize the knife's power. But how did she and Song Yuanchao end up in opposite directions?
Even if they take down the guards of this door, there are other doors. Shouldn't the two of them fight side by side?
Master Er grew anxious and looked at Yue Zhongqi: "Why don't we go in too?"
Yue Zhongqi was also anxious, wishing he were the one to work with Chen Rou.
But military operations are not like brawls, nor are they about pointing fingers and cursing each other's mothers. They are about killing with a single move. Song Yuanchao and Chen Rou have worked together a lot and have a good understanding of each other. Only by working together can they ensure that nothing goes wrong.
Moreover, he had already deduced their next route.
Song Yuanchao should be called a live target; he was there to draw the attention of the first wave of heavy firepower arriving at the front gate after hearing the alarm. So he went straight, while Chen Rou turned because she was going to fire from behind to cut off the guards' retreat.
Seeing nothing was amiss, Yue Zhongqi had to get off the bus.
But before he got out of the car, he said, "Sir, this is a battle. Our greatest victory is to obey military orders."
He added, "What we need to do now is to inform Awei and Ameng when it's time to take action!"
In a combat mission, every soldier has his post and must guard it.
There are no individual heroes in war; victory belongs to the team as a whole.
This is something that Master Er doesn't understand, but it is also the secret to Yue Zhongqi and his men's ability to win battles.
Although it was just a guess, he was right. The moment the alarm went off, all the guards at the main gate formed a team and headed for the back door. Song Yuanchao ran halfway, used his motorcycle as cover, and started sweeping.
Meanwhile, Chen Rou, after making a large detour, also attacked from the rear.
There were eight guards in total, using each other as cover, advancing in a crisscross pattern. They were also armed with AKs, and bullets rained down on the motorcycles, instantly knocking off tiles and bursting tires. The output was eight times stronger than usual, so Song Yuanchao couldn't even lift his head. He could only close his eyes and press the trigger hard to fire.
But this was an excellent opportunity for Chen Rou. She sped over from the gate, and as soon as she was within range, she revved the engine and slammed it on. The motorcycle spun out of control and fell to the ground. She immediately raised her gun and fired bullets like shuttles.
Half of the eight guards facing Song Yuanchao fell instantly.
As they turned around, a deafening roar followed, and the entire iron gate thundered. In the brief moment the guards were stunned, a large truck rushed in, its two rows of dark gun barrels gleaming.
By the time Chen Rou helped her up her motorcycle, all the remaining guards had fallen to the ground.
She righted the motorcycle, raised her hand, and shouted, "Brother Song, hurry!"
The moment Song Yuanchao stood up, he was fortunate enough to strip the puppet soldier of his clothes on the spot, otherwise he would have been shot as well.
The international police officers were driving trucks, while the two of them were on motorcycles.
Trucks drove in one after another, but not the two of them. Chen Rou turned right on her motorcycle and sped away.
At the same time, in the dim twilight, the aroma of curry was replaced by gunpowder smoke, the wailing of alarms echoed throughout the park, all the lights on the buildings turned on, and the sounds of cars, shouts, and footsteps came one after another.
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