"Chef! Cover !"
Song Heping's voice reached the chef's headset.
Without a word, he quickly picked up his gun and began a suppressive sweep toward the direction of the overpass.
"Grey Wolf! Hold the people on the bridge, give them a mont!"
Grey Wolf, upon receiving the command, also disregarded the danger and returned fire.
The two's fearless counterattack caught the ard militants on the overpass off guard, causing them to bend down and lower their heads to dodge the bullets.
Seizing this gap, Song Heping successfully rushed to the side of the patrol SUV.
Without a word, he pulled open the door and saw Queen cursing in Russian in the back seat.
Seeing Song Heping, she seed to have seen a rescuer and started complaining to him.
"This bitch, I don't know how she got so strong—help out!"
Having said that, she disregarded her gun, reached out, grabbed Angel's hands, and with all her strength, shifted her out of the car.
Upon this shift, she found she couldn't move her.
She then yelled at Song Heping, "Her feet! Move her feet!"
Song Heping then saw clearly, Angel's feet were firmly stuck under the front as a base, holding the front and back seats, like a large buckle.
People, under extre tension, can beco stiff and incredibly strong, especially since Angel was certainly not a delicate and frail woman.
No wonder even the Queen couldn't handle her.
Song Heping tried to pry her legs apart.
Straining every muscle, he had just pried them apart when Angel suddenly let out a sharp scream and kicked Song Heping in the chest, sending him straight out of the car.
"Fuck!"
Song Heping couldn't help but curse.
This damn bitch's kick was really not light!
Really strong!
She must work out regularly~ those legs are pretty solid...
A surge of anger rushed up in Song Heping's heart.
If they kept up this struggle and the enemies on the overpass recovered, an RPG could co over and they'd all die here.
She's looking to die, but he didn't want to yet!
Song Heping got up and pounced on her again.
This ti he didn't go for her feet, he straddled Angel and started slapping her hard on the face, left and right.
"What the hell are you doing!"
Queen Julia didn't understand Song Heping's actions. As a security personnel, to lay hands on a VIP like this was unheard of.
As he slapped her, Song Heping cursed, "You idiot! Wake up! Do you want to die here?! Wake up! Idiot!"
Maybe it was because he really slapped her too hard, Angel suddenly started crying out loud.
It really hurt!
Her hands loosened and her legs kicked, and she scratched and kicked at Song Heping.
Amidst her sobbing, she also started throwing insults: "FK, you dare hit ! You asshole! You dare hit !"
Seizing the mont she loosened her grip, Song Heping yelled at the Queen, "You idiot, are you not going to do anything?! Is she stupid and you too?!"
The Queen finally understood and grabbed Angel's hands, taking the chance while she wasn't holding onto the seatbelt, and with one pull, dragged her out of the car.
Song Heping didn't care about the still thrashing and crying Angel; he just grabbed her legs, and together with the Queen, they pulled the troubleso foreign girl out of the car like hauling a pig.
"Hold her down!"
Under the vehicle, Song Heping didn't say much else, directly pulled out a zip-tie from his waist, caught Angel's hands and started tying her up.
Dealing with this kind of VIP was really bad luck.
Song Heping decided to just tie her up and carry her on his shoulder to run out; it'd be easier than dealing like this.
A protection fee of ten thousand US dollars a day was indeed not easy to earn.
Risk and reward were proportional.
Just as Song Heping was tying her up, suddenly an ard militant flashed out from the side, with an AK47 in his hand, aid directly at him and the Queen.
Song Heping was imdiately shocked.
The appearance of the militant was completely unexpected.
He hadn't even noticed where he had co from.
"This is fucked..."
Song Heping thought of drawing his gun, but it was already too late.
Da-da-da—
Just as Song Heping thought he was completely done for this ti, a burst of gunfire from the side flipped the ard militant over.
Turning his head, he found White Bear crouching behind a nearby car.
"You owe a life! Bastard!"
A smug expression spread across White Bear's face.
Song Heping had no ti to analyze why White Bear suddenly appeared or why the militant had suddenly shown up here again.
His priority was to quickly get Angel out of this perilous situation.
Whoosh—
The familiar sound of an RPG rocket flying through the air sounded again.
Then, an explosion was heard.
Boom—
Luckily, this one was a miss, hitting another civilian car not far away.
But the blast wave from the explosion flipped both Song Heping and Yuliy to the ground.
"You cover, I'll carry her!"
This place was absolutely not safe to stay for long.
Song Heping got up to carry Angel but heard a chaotic clinking sound all around.
He cursed inwardly.
This ant that the ard militants on the overpass had started to focus their fire here, obviously having spotted several rcenaries taking cover.
Song Heping couldn't even raise his head as the windshield of their patroller SUV shattered instantly, the warhead piercing the glass and then perforating the body of the car.
A bullet hole appeared less than ten centiters from Song Heping on the body of the car.
"Hiss—"
The sharp intake of breath from Yuliy next to him was crystal clear.
"What's wrong?"
"Ricochet!"
Yuliy was clutching her shin.
Song Heping saw that her tactical pants were already stained with blood.
This woman was tough, not even letting out a single cry of pain!
"Get to the back of the car!"
As he spoke, Song Heping grabbed the vest on Angel, dragging her like a sack of potatoes toward the rear of the car.
"We can't escape."
Hiding behind the vehicle, Song Heping knew the danger was not over yet.
Hiding here was not completely safe.
It would take just one RPG.
He began to carefully discern the direction of the gunfire.
After a mont of listening, his face turned white.
From the gunfire, it was apparent that the number of militants had increased, and they were coming from all directions.
At that mont, the voice of the Cook ca through the earpiece, "9 o'clock, 2 o'clock, and 12 o'clock positions all have people! Be careful!"
The Cook's warning also carried a tone of tension, and Song Heping could tell that his situation was also dire.
"You watch over her, I'll check out the situation."
Handing Angel over to Queen Julia, Song Heping bent low and rushed to take cover behind another nearby car.
From here, his field of view could cover angles from 7 to 12 o'clock.
On the right side of the highway were the Cook and Grey Wolf, and in the middle was White Bear. Now, the left side was left unprotected.
He had to fill this gap to prevent the enemy from breaking through from here.
Hiding behind the car, Song Heping carefully raised his gun and peered out from behind the left rear corner of the car, trying to see what was happening around 9 o'clock.
This peek was crucial, as he ca face-to-face with two ard militants.
The two parties were less than two ters apart!
The enemy was also moving stealthily toward this side, trying to sneak up for a surprise attack!
Obviously, both sides were surprised to encounter each other in this manner, montarily stunned.
Almost simultaneously, the muzzles of both parties quickly aid at each other.
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