Time seemed to pass in a flash before Xiao Zhang heard a deep, magnetic voice: "Don't panic. Just keep going. They won't attack here. Our car is right behind you." Xiao Zhang's heart suddenly calmed at this voice. He softly replied, "Yes." Liang Wenyu, in the back seat, opened his eyes and glanced around the car. After taking in the situation, he didn't seem surprised. He simply straightened his seat and looked ahead, not even asking a single question.
The two kilometers of road were covered in the blink of an eye. Sure enough, the roadblocks at the intersection of Jinglong Street had been removed. Several cars that were unaware of the truth also turned into this street. The Mercedes-Benz was forced to turn into this road. The Audi A6 in front suddenly stepped on the brakes. There were two cars on the left and right that were tightly sandwiched between their cars. Xiao Zhang had no choice but to stop the car quickly. Then the doors of the four Land Rovers were all opened, and eighteen or nineteen big men in black clothes got out of the cars, with bulges around their waists. Two of them were holding sticks and rushed straight towards the car window. Gu Dongwei's voice came from Wu Zhengliang's ears in the Peugeot in the back: "Report to the captain, the sniper has been eliminated, and I am on standby." "Okay, keep a close eye on it. Don't let Liang Wenyu lose a single hair."
A sturdy middle-aged man stepped out from the group of men and said in strange Chinese: "President Liang, do you want to get out of the car by yourself, or should we invite you out?"
Liang Wenyu glanced outside the car. He knew that even if he didn't get out, they would still smash the windows and drag him out. He was about to open the door when a sudden screeching of brakes distracted the group of men in black. A gray Peugeot swooshed to a stop behind the Audi on the left, barely two meters away. Liang Wenyu withdrew his hand from opening the door and waited to see what would happen. Xiao Zhang, who was in the car, breathed a sigh of relief. The commander had instructed him to ensure Wenyu's safety and to stay inside the car as much as possible, as they were surrounded by guards. He must not rush out, as that would put both of them in danger. Before anyone could react, two men rushed out of the car. Before they could see what was happening, the two men in black closest to them had their arms torn off and fell to the ground. With so many people present, no one could see how they attacked. The middle-aged, muscular man in the lead, seeing that they were not friendly, waved his hand and shouted, "Come on, kill them all."
They had received orders long ago to take Liang Wenyu's life, no matter the cost. Their original plan was to take Liang Wenyu and his car to an abandoned factory on the outskirts of the city, kill him, and then set it on fire, preventing the police from even finding his body. It was all going well, but what about these people? Had the plot leaked? But then again, the leaks should have come from the police, and they couldn't have been just two or three. Could they be the bodyguards of that Liang? So, if they could quickly eliminate these people, their mission wouldn't fail. At worst, he could return home after the mission was accomplished, which they were planning to do anyway. At this thought, the middle-aged man couldn't help but rage, muttering something in Japanese. Unnoticed, he had a small earpiece in his ear, and his words had been transmitted through it.
To be honest, only two or three minutes had passed, and the dozen or so big men at the scene had all been knocked to the ground by the two men who came down from the Poussin. It would be a lie for the middle-aged man to say he was not shocked. Others might not know, but he knew that the people he brought today were thugs who had been carefully trained by the organization for two years. Normally, it was no problem for one person to deal with five or six thugs. Moreover, they had daggers on their bodies, and three of them had pistols on their waists. However, so many people did not even have time to draw their weapons when being attacked by that man. How strong must they be?
At this moment, Wu Zhengliang, who had been sitting in the back seat, also got out. The muscular middle-aged man saw the three men standing tall and straight, each with a captivating aura. The handsome man, in particular, looked so suffocating at the sight of him that he couldn't even meet his gaze. Wu Zhengliang glanced at the middle-aged man and said, "Are you going to surrender, or wait for my men to beat you like the others on the ground before you give up?" The middle-aged man thought to himself that today was a lost cause. He'd just have to fight. His hand slowly reached for his waist, where he also held a Type 54 pistol, and he was a decent shot. There were only three men on the other side, all unarmed. No matter how skilled they were, they couldn't possibly withstand a bullet.
The middle-aged man thought he was being very discreet, but his movements had already been clearly seen by the people on the other side. Lin Yang and Liu Jinzhou were thinking, "How dare you, a little fellow like you, play tricks on us right under our noses? If it weren't for the order from above to capture as many people alive as possible, these people would have been killed long ago. And you still dare to think of drawing your gun? You really overestimate your own abilities."
The middle-aged man didn't know what they were thinking, but he knew that if he didn't act, he would be caught. He didn't want to go to jail, so he quickly pulled out the pistol from his waist. Just as he raised his hand to point it at Wu Zhengliang, who was facing him, to give him a fatal blow, a gunshot rang out. The middle-aged man let out a scream, blood gushing from his right wrist, and the gun in his hand fell to the ground. Lin Yang walked over and kicked the fallen gun away. "Why are you doing this? You're really asking for trouble. You have to get shot before you behave. Why didn't you just listen to our captain earlier?"
Unexpectedly, the middle-aged man lying on the ground looked at the three people with resentment and said something softly. The voice of this sentence was so soft that even Lin Yang, who was closest to him, did not hear what he said. However, Wu Zhengliang, who had been paying attention to his movements, "saw" what he said. It was a sentence "shoot" in Chinese.
As soon as he finished speaking, in the Audi car next to the Mercedes-Benz car that Liang Wenyu was riding on the left, someone quietly lowered a crack in the window of that car. Now a black muzzle of a gun stretched out from the crack, pointing at Liang Wenyu who was sitting in the car. Liang Wenyu had no idea what was happening outside because of his poor vision, and he didn't know that a gun was pointed at his head less than two meters away from him. At such a close distance, even a fool could shoot a bullet into his body accurately.
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