Back to 1980: Please Love Me Again

Chapter 163 What is a Battle Hero

Xiangjiang area, half-mountain villa.

Chicken head is about to end the battle with a big fireball.

Zhao Wenmu, the African god of war, has not yet realized the danger.

Every time he shoots, he doesn't show his head, so at this moment, he doesn't know that the chicken head doesn't talk about martial arts, and he has pulled out a weapon of mass destruction.

At the same time, there was a screeching sound of braking from behind Zhao Wenmu.

He looked blankly, but suddenly his heart sank.

The person who came was not the bodyguard of the Rong family, nor the Hong Kong police.

Another group of unidentified militants.

He can only reasonably speculate that he is an accomplice of the gangster.

There are wolves in the front and tigers in the back, and the enemy is on the back.

At this moment, he didn't know what else to do.

I only pray that Zhao Jing is safe.

Zhao Jing had already rushed to the edge of the villa a moment ago, Zhao Wenmu didn't see clearly whether she went inside or hid around the villa.

The blood on the head can't be wiped clean.

Seriously affected his sight.

But he was sure that there were no guards near the villa.

Right now, the safest direction for him is near the villa.

There are some decorative trees there, with various buildings.

But here, there are only roads and streets.

However, he cannot transfer to the villa.

He dare not.

Maybe Zhao Jing is hiding there.

Put on the last magazine and hide in the only safe corner.

This corner is exactly 120 degrees from the chicken head and the unidentified armed men.

The car also gives him a little safety space.

Armed men opened fire.

Luckily, they weren't shooting chicken heads.

Unfortunately, they were also shooting at Zhao Wenmu.

Occupying the superiority in numbers, the unidentified group of people seems not to intend to let anyone go.

However, they still saved Zhao Wenmu.

The chicken head, which was charging to throw the grenade, turned around suddenly, and the small explosive fell across the crowd in a graceful curve.

At this last moment, he gave priority to attacking the more threatening group.

"boom!"

Zhao Wenmu only felt a tinnitus.

I saw a car being overturned, metal fragments mixed with blood and flesh splashing.

"boom!"

The chicken head seemed to be irritated, and immediately threw another one out.

Zhao Wenmu's eyes cracked.

This is not about martial arts!
He didn't dare to delay, and flew towards the flower bed in the direction of the villa.

At this moment, I don't care whether I will lure wolves into the house.

Sure enough, the moment he plunged headlong into the flower bed, a grenade exploded where he was just now.

The Porsche and the gangster's car that collided together were also dispersed by the huge impact.

The luxury sports car worth several houses has changed beyond recognition at this time.

The only good news is that Zhao Wenmu is safe for the time being.

In this position, chicken head grenades cannot be thrown.

As long as he doesn't look up, unknown people can't hit him.

Of course, if the unidentified militants also had grenades, he would have fully explained here.

At this moment, the group of unknown personnel was concentrating on dealing with the chicken head, completely ignoring him.

Zhao Wenmu lay on his stomach in the flower bed, and burrowed into a more secluded corner.

Then he lay down peacefully inside.

Turning your head, you can see that the door of the villa has finally opened.

Several security personnel put iron horses in front of the door, and then dispersed.

Zhao Jing should be safe now.

Zhao Wenmu only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and finally couldn't hold on any longer, and fell into a deep sleep.

Just when Zhao Wenmu passed out, two security guards took Zhao Jing, who was hiding here, back to the security center near the villa where he could not see, behind a tree next to the villa.

Talk to others.

Rong Xinyi, Zhao Wenqiu and others, as well as the Rong family brothers and sisters, did not keep up with Zhao Wenmu's footsteps after they came out of the Rong family villa. This large group of people also drove around aimlessly.

The group of people heard the gunshots as soon as the bodyguards of the Rong family had a shootout with the kidnappers.

They took more bodyguards with them.

These security personnel quickly protected everyone as if they were facing an enemy.

Then immediately retreated towards Rong's villa.

The two bodyguards who were fighting fiercely with the kidnappers immediately reported the news to the Rong family villa.

Several bodyguard cars are rushing from the villa at this moment.

"Young Master Rong, I'm going over there to check!"

Zheng Guangming quickly sorted out the equipment and said to Rong Zhenbang at the same time.

"Amu might be in danger, I have to check the situation!"

Rong Zhenbang knew Zheng Guangming's ability, and he also knew that he shouldered the responsibility of protecting Zhao Wenmu and others.

He nodded, and immediately arranged for two bodyguards to go with Zheng Guangming.

Zheng Guangming stepped into a security car.

One bodyguard was in charge of driving the vehicle, and the other quickly pulled out a compartment from the car, which contained all kinds of equipment.

There are 56 and a half!
Zheng Guangming's eyes lit up.

He immediately put the pistol back on his waist, took the semi-automatic rifle with one hand, and loaded it.

Another clip was taken and pinned to the back waist.

The bodyguard of the Rong family was stunned by his smooth movement of loading the magazine with one hand!
The gun weighed more than 4 kilograms after being loaded, but it seemed to weigh nothing in Zheng Guangming's hand.

What is dexterity?

The spear in his hand is like a part of his own body, familiar and skilled.

He couldn't even remember how many days and nights he had practiced just holding a gun in one arm.

It was this gun that accompanied him through his military career for several years, and accompanied him to fight the enemy in the humid and hot jungle in the south.

This gun has witnessed his youth and fearlessness!

Even with the loss of an arm, Zheng Guangming is still extremely confident with this old familiar friend in his hand.

At this moment, he still seems to be the investigation captain who interspersed and fought in Lang Son and Gaoping.

Nothing can stop him.

Monkey trained agents are no good.

Not to mention this gang of kidnappers for ransom!

"Come on, let's fight side by side again."

He said to the old man in his heart.

Although I don't know how it ended up in Xiangjiang.

Cars roared in the dark night, running wildly on the deserted streets.

Finally approaching the firefight site.

The gunfire had stopped.

The bodyguard's car collided with the kidnapper's car, and the two sides exchanged fire at close range, but the winner was not quickly determined.

Facts have proved that ordinary people are not well-trained professional soldiers after all.

Even the fierce-looking bodyguards are far inferior to soldiers.

Their shooting at the kidnappers was not much different from Zhao Wenmu's African marksmanship.

Stretched out the pistol and fired a few shots with bang bang.

Then retract.

It's your turn to shoot.

That's it, one round is over.

Continue to the next round, and so on.

From the beginning to the end, the two groups of people who were fighting for life and death never met each other.

No one was injured.

Only the walls and street lights not far away were injured.

And the weak and pitiful heart of the little orange cat.

Zheng Guangming adjusted the gun to single-shot mode.

A whole block apart, about 300 meters away.

The bodyguard in the driver's seat wiped the sweat from his hands, and stepped on the gas pedal with a heavy heart.

Another bodyguard opened the safety of the pistol, and his trembling hands showed that he was not in a calm mood at the moment.

They didn't even notice that Zheng Guangming had poked his head out.

56 was half held firmly in his hand.

The most commendable thing about this rifle is its single shot accuracy.

The 480 mm long aiming rifling makes its warhead muzzle velocity reach 735 m/s, far exceeding the contemporary Type 56 submachine gun.

And its trajectory is lower and its shooting accuracy is better. It is especially suitable for shooting living targets within a distance of 400 meters. The warhead still has lethality at a distance of 1500 meters.

For a fixed target within 400 meters, for Zheng Guangming, there is no possibility of missing the target.

Even if he himself is in a speeding car.

The gangsters more than 300 meters away didn't even realize that death was coming.

The bodyguard car at this distance is not enough to attract their attention.

The shooting angles are not particularly good, with one gangster almost completely blocked by his accomplices and cars.

Zheng Guangming held his breath and waited patiently.

The car under him seemed to not exist at this moment.

Or, Zheng Guangming has completely integrated with it.

The forward movement and shaking of the car were the forward movement and shaking of his body, all of which did not affect his aiming accuracy in the slightest.

Finally, the time has come.

Just when it was the kidnapper's turn to shoot, the kidnapper who was hiding behind raised his body slightly.

He raised his gun and was about to shoot.

The head is protruding a little bit.

The semi-automatic rifle in Zheng Guangming's hand shook slightly, then quickly reset.

Everything seems to have never happened.

However, the gunfire and the smell of gunpowder smoke proved that a bullet had once left the chamber.

Then, another bullet flew out.

The kidnapper's head was just fully exposed.

The first bullet made intimate contact with his temple.

Unlike in film and television dramas, after being shot, the characters either slowly fall to the ground, or fly upside down.

This bullet directly took away most of the kidnapper's head.

Yes, this is the real power of standard rifle bullets.

Hit on the head, at least half of the skull is gone.

If it hits the chest, there will be at least a bowl-sized scar on the back.

This is because after the bullet collides with the bone, the ballistic trajectory will be deflected in a spiral, and the spiral bullet is enough to stir a large piece of flesh and blood in the body.

Correspondingly, the rifle bullet hit the arm, but it did not hurt much.

Because its powerful kinetic energy will instantly penetrate the arm, and then fly out.

It just leaves a small hole in the arm.

It's painful, but at least not fatal.

A second bullet was almost ensuing.

The other gangster still had a shocked expression on his face, and his own head flew away.

The bodyguards of the Rong family were shocked!
For a while, they didn't even figure out what was going on.

The bodyguard car was still rushing forward. After a while, a bodyguard turned his head and looked at Zheng Guangming in disbelief.

The two bodyguards who were exchanging fire with the gangsters didn't even know what happened.

The gangster on the opposite side suddenly misfired.

Instead, they dared not look up.

I was afraid that when I poked my head out, I found that it was a black hole in the muzzle.

Until the companion's shout came.

"What happened! Where is Mr. Zhao?!"

(End of this chapter)