Counterattack Tianjiao

On the way back, Liu Yuanchao drove the car.

Lao Liu only drank a bottle of beer, so even if he encounters a traffic policeman investigating drunk driving, he will not have any problems.

Johnson was already slightly drunk, and he consumed eight bottles of beer while eating, and when he drank to his heart's content, he consumed two catties of Sanmao's "Old Ginseng Soaked in Red Star Erguotou", and he made up more than a catty by himself.

Johnson has always been confident in his drinking capacity, but today's "mountain ginseng wine" made him feel dizzy, his body lost his balance, and his feet were a little swaying.

However, I am gratified that the following "Little Johnson" rose up for no reason, with a "satisfied" demeanor.

SC Johnson sincerely laments the efficacy of "medicinal wine", no wonder the business selling tonic wine, tonics, and supplements is so good now.

Think about it too, besides a man with a successful career, who is not surrounded by beautiful women, wives and concubines, if you don't use this aphrodisiac drug to deal with them, it is hard to guarantee that there will be "red apricot cheating" and piles of "green hats" every day!

When passing by the moat, Johnson was a little anxious to urinate, so he signaled Liu Yuanchao to stop and release water.

So the two of them stood on the moat together and relaxed facing the clear river water. The beer they drank just now melted into the land by the river through another channel.

After temporarily relaxing, Johnson shuddered, and a sense of danger emerged spontaneously.

A black muzzle quietly protruded from the water tower in the distance, aiming at the back of Johnson's head.

A cold feeling came from behind, and Johnson instinctively wanted to turn around, but Liu Yuanchao pushed him away and said, "There is a gunman."

At this time, there was a "chirp", and the bullet flew past Johnson's temple. If Liu Yuanchao hadn't shot in time, the consequences would have been disastrous.

Johnson regretted that he drank too much, and he was about to confront the "Zhengyang Group".

It was too late, but soon, Liu Yuanchao had already rushed towards the water tower, a black spot slid down the sliding pole of the water tower, and disappeared instantly into the depths of the bungalows in the shantytowns in the southern suburbs.

Zhuang Chen knew that he was already drunk, even if he chased him, it would probably be of no avail, so why not wait for Liu Yuanchao to come back and discuss what to do next.

Johnson took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, lit it and took a puff. He waited and waited but Liu Yuanchao didn't come back. As soon as he touched his cell phone to call, his own phone rang.

Johnson asked Old Liu where are you now?

Liu Yuanchao said that I was at the railway junction in the southeast, and the gunman had already captured me, so come and have a look.

Johnson quickly threw away the cigarette and drove over.

When I arrived, I saw Liu Yuanchao sitting on the criss-crossing railroad tracks. On the ground lay a middle-aged man with his hands and feet trapped. An American-made LWRC Sabr 308 sniper rifle was thrown in the grass in the distance. The gun was equipped with a silencer.

Johnson knew he was in trouble this time, and he could judge the identity of the shooter and the strength of his employer from the weapons and equipment.

LWRC sabr is specially developed and used for US special forces. In the past, special forces needed to carry more than two types of firearms for sniper missions and close-range firefights.

The lwrc sabr 308 sniper rifle benefits from the modular interchangeable barrel structure, which can quickly change the use of the gun and only need to carry one type of ammunition, which greatly increases the mobility and flexibility of special forces on the battlefield.

But one thing SC Johnson understands is that this gun is only equipped with American special forces snipers, and it is difficult for ordinary organizations to get it. If someone gets it, it means that he must be special.

The man was thin, tall, with long arms, a flat head, and a dark red face. Because his hands and feet were bound by wire, he couldn't move his body, and he didn't bother to move.

It seems that Liu Yuanchao still has the habit of binding prisoners with wire when he was in the army.

Seeing Zhuang Chen coming, the man didn't struggle, nor begged for mercy, but just looked at him calmly, with a calm expression.

"Who sent you here?" Johnson pulled out a cigarette, handed one to Liu Yuanchao, then took out a lighter and lit it for Liu Yuanchao, and then lit it for himself. While smoking, he asked the gunman on the ground.

"Can I have a cigarette?" the gunman said with a standard southern accent, without any panic in his eyes.

Johnson took out another one, ignited it and inserted it into the gunman's mouth, then sat down on the ground and started chatting with Liu Yuanchao, completely ignoring the gunman beside him.

A train came roaring in the distance, and the air horn blew loudly from far to near. The three people were like wooden stakes, and none of them moved on the ground.

One was tied hands and feet, laying down and smoking, the other two were talking and laughing happily, venting their joy, even lying flat on the train tracks to smoke when they were happy, from the train in the distance, you can see the flickering of the cigarette butts.

Fortunately, the roaring train passed by the three of them, as if deliberately avoiding the three of them, and then rumbled away.

"Tell me who is the master, and I may consider letting you go," Johnson said lying on the ground.

"Brother, I'm the gunman!" The gunman looked contemptuous.

"So you are very professional." Johnson sat up and threw away the cigarette butt in his hand.

At this time, Liu Yuanchao got up quickly, picked up a stone from the side of the railroad track, walked towards the shooter angrily, and said, "Tell me your employer, I will count to three, and then destroy a part of your body in one second."

The gunman still had a calm face, sucked the cigarette butt in his mouth to the collodion, and then spit it out gently.

Liu Yuanchao stepped on the shooter's left ankle with his foot, and raised the stone in his hand...

"Forget it, just settle it, he won't say it," said Johnson, grabbing the shooter's feet and throwing him across the middle rail.

Then a coal train rumbled by, and the gunman's bad luck began to come, this time roaring right at him.

The gunman's calm face became unsettled, but he said nothing.

When the dark train came, he closed his eyes nervously.

There was a pain in my back. I thought I had been cut into several sections, but when I opened my eyes, I found that I was dragged out of the railroad track and lay quietly on the gravel beside the railroad track.

Amidst the deafening roar of the train, the gunman saw that Zhuang Chen and Liu Yuanchao had gone away. For some reason, he felt a little admiration for each other.

"It's not Pi Zhengyang who killed you, he is stronger than Pi Zhengyang, there will be gunmen..." The killer shouted loudly towards the distant back.

"I know, I borrowed your gun to use..."

SC Johnson carried the US-made lwrc sabr 308 sniper rifle and drifted away, and has never looked back...

……

Back at the "Landian Royal Nightclub", Liu Yuanchao took the brothers to the open space at the back under Johnson's call, and began to conduct unconventional fighting training for the brothers.

Due to time constraints, the training session became a mode of interspersed "theoretical study" and "field combat".

What Liu Yuanchao told the brothers were some basic fighting knowledge and some precautions when fighting, as well as mutual support during group fighting, and then one-on-one simulated fighting on the spot.