"Go, go now!"

Wu Long quickly packed up his things, carried a bulging bag, and then put a robe on himself, holding an AK in his right hand under the robe.

Seeing the other party's nervous look, Ge Zhen narrowed his eyes, but he didn't say anything, and immediately took the other party out.

"Boss, throw the gun down, it's too obvious." Ge Zhen stopped Wu Long and whispered: "Keep calm, I will protect your safety."

Hearing this, Wu Long frowned, but still did not throw away the gun, because the sense of security was all on this gun.

"Since you hired me, you must trust me completely. You will definitely arouse suspicion when you go out now, and it is best to throw your bag down." Ge Zhen continued.

He had just heard the sound on the phone and knew that Tao Yonggang had taken action there, and the next step was to protect the arms dealer from evacuating.

"The bag cannot be thrown away, it is money inside." Wu Long shook his head and said, "I worked hard to make money. I can't throw money down anything!"

"Two choices, are you going to die or money?" Ge Zhen stared at him: "If life is gone, no amount of money is useless. Only living people are worthy of enjoying money. You are completely different from before. Those militants have a very sensitive sense of smell... If I heard it correctly, your goods were taken over, and you collected the money first. The armed organization gave the money and the goods were not received, so they would not care about what happened to you. Is that true?"

"That's right!" Wu Long turned his head and stared at him: "How could you know so clearly?"

His goods have never had any problems. In this area, they always collect money first and then ship goods because they are ordered to get the urgent needs of these armed organizations.

But today there is a problem with the goods. After collecting the money, the goods cannot be delivered at normal time. Then the original relationship with the armed organization will break down instantly.

He was very familiar with the cruelty and unreasonableness of these guys. He couldn't get back money when he was in such a relationship, because what he wanted was a weapon.

"As a bodyguard, if you don't have strong insight and speculation skills, how can you protect the safety of your employer?" Ge Zhen said lightly: "Boss, whether to ask for money or to choose one. If you want money, I can't guarantee that you can take you away safely."

This explanation is very logical and impeccable. As a bodyguard, you do need strong insight and speculation skills.

So Wu Long's eyes softened, and he knew that at this time, only Xin and his bodyguards could protect his safety.

The situation is urgent and I can't think about it anymore, Wu Long can only choose the same one.

"It's dead!"

After saying this, he threw the bag full of money on the bed, pulled open his robe, and put down AK.

Ge Zhen nodded and walked over to lift the bag and put it on his back.

"Boss, naturally, you have experienced strong winds and waves. These are just small waves on your journey. Let's go, as usual."

Carrying a bag of money, Ge Zhen walked out of the room first.

"Why did you carry the money?" Wu Long asked.

"Haha..." Ge Zhen licked his lips: "The boss is going to die, I want money, but I don't want life!"

"you……"

"What are you? This is what you don't want, I picked it up. Let's go quickly, it's too late to be too late."

“…”

The two walked out one after another, and Ge Zhen was still walking in front of Wu Long and protected him.

Wu Long is worthy of being an old world who has experienced strong winds and waves. While walking forward, he smiled at the familiar militants.

The town was still calm, and the two of them slowly walked from the west to the east and were about to leave.

"Mr. Ant, where are you going?" The middle-aged man sitting there hugged the lamb and asked Wu Long with a smile.

"I'm going to go around the mountain." Wu Long smiled and said, "My bodyguard needs to understand the surrounding situation. He is the most professional bodyguard, haha. I always do business with my head on my back. I cherish my life more than anyone else."

"When will the goods arrive?" The middle-aged man still held the lamb and smiled kindly, looking harmless.

But Ge Zhen found that the other party's movements were not right.

The middle-aged man held the lamb with both hands, stroked his right hand, and his left hand was always on the lamb's abdomen, covered by wool.

Located in the high and cold weather, the herders here never raise goats because the goats' wool are too short and they are not resistant to freezing.

The sheep here should be very close to the breed of the small-tailed cold sheep, with long hair, even if the lamb's fur is not short, enough to hide the next gun.

"It is expected to arrive tomorrow morning and it will not delay your use." Wu Long said with a smile: "Old friend, don't worry, everything is in control."

"That's good, that's good, you guys go, haha."

Wu Long nodded with a smile and followed Ge Zhen forward, and just as their eyes were leaving each other, a pistol was exposed from the lamb's abdomen.

The middle-aged man, who had a kind smile, also became murderous, and his eyes were filled with coldness like a poisonous snake.

"Bang!"

The gunshot suddenly rang out, and a bullet shot into the center of his eyebrows accurately, showing a peanut-sized gunshot wound.

The hot blood flowed out along the wound, appearing a viscous shape.

"What are you doing?" Wu Long asked.

They could already go out, but Ge Zhen turned his head and shot him at the other party.

"Baoba...baa..."

The frightened lamb broke free and ran away, revealing the pistol held by the middle-aged man in his left hand and his index finger that pressed the trigger halfway.

"Walk!"

Ge Zhen held a gun in his right hand and pressed Wu Long's back with his left hand, protecting him from running forward.

It was impossible to leave safely at all. Wu Long got the news and the armed organization also got the news, so it was a while later.

Seeing that the middle-aged man here was shot, two militants immediately appeared in front of him and picked up AK.

Ge Zhen shook his hand and shot him.

"Bang!"

The militant on the right front side bleed in his chest and lay back to the ground.

At the same time, he pulled Wu Long hard to his right and pulled the trigger to the militants on the left.

"Bang!"

The militants fell to the ground, their rifles were facing the sky, their index fingers pulled out, and they fired a string of bullets.

"Da da da da da da..."

Two militants came up behind, holding guns to kill them.

Ge Zhen looked cold and rolled against Wu Long's back without being able to turn around quickly.

While rolling, he threw him to the ground and his right pistol shot continuously.

"Ba!Ba!"

The two warheads shot at the militants in two directions, hitting their bodies, bringing out a wisp of blood.

"call!"

Ge Zhen jumped up and pulled the Wulong on the ground with his left hand, but found another militant appeared in front of him.

"Dadada..."

The rifle sounded and a string of bullets flew over. Wu Long's pupils shrank, and there was a hint of despair inside.

The other party was facing him, and the warhead was also attacking him.

Suddenly, the ankle was shoveled hard, and lying on the ground with severe pain, clearly feeling the hot bullet passing through his face.

"Plop!"

"Bang!"

The sound of landing and Ge Zhen's pistols were heard almost at the same time. The militants in front were shot in the neck and fell to the ground with a shot.

Before he could react from the remnant of the disaster, he was pulled up again.

"Da da da...da da da..."

"Ba!Ba!Ba!Ba!..."

The gunshots were loud.

At this time, Wu Long was completely confused. His body kept turning. Under Ge Zhen's control, he could even clearly feel that the pistol was pulling the trigger against his legs or chest, giving him a strong tremor.

"Swish!"

An empty magazine was thrown by him, and then his body was pressed down from his back again. He clearly saw his bodyguard Ge Zhen hooking his right foot back and completing a lightning collision with his right hand holding a gun without a magazine.

"Click!"

Instant collision and instantaneous moment, a new magazine was installed, and the movements were so accurate that it was outrageous that it was useless for a second.

Immediately, Ge Zhen pulled him back with his left hand, forming a face-to-face stagger, and pulled the trigger with his right hand again.

"Bang!"

Another militant lay in a pool of blood.

At this time, Wu Long realized how powerful the bodyguards hired for US$2,000 a day were.

Professional! Professional!!! Professional!!!

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Chapter completed!