Red Alert: I am a sheikh in the Middle East

Some people even started shouting: "Mr. Sun is grand!"

"Boss Sun is open!"

Peter Sun waved his hand down and said with a smile: "First of all, it is Algeria, the road projects in the two cities of Beshar and Issalah, with bids of 3500 million U.S. dollars and 6200 million U.S. dollars respectively. , a total of four bidding places..."

Hearing the tens of millions of dollars, Zhang Ga's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but stop eating the fruit.

At this price, even he was moved!

When several people around raised their hands one after another, suddenly a bright light flashed outside the window, and Zhang Ga and Sanpao suddenly turned their heads to look.

In the next second, the sound of the roaring engine suddenly sounded!

In the dark night, a modified jeep suddenly rushed into the light.

"Bang!"

The wrought iron gate of the manor was slammed into the air by the front of the modified car, and the modified jeep, which looked like lumps of iron, rushed towards the gate of the villa!

"Bang bang bang!!"

"boom!!!"

Automatic rifles and short-barreled nozzles sounded high-pitched at the same time, and the security personnel rushed from all directions, and two of them fell down immediately!

The large windows on both sides of the villa were also smashed by the bullets fired by the sprayers.

For a moment, everyone in the banquet was dumbfounded.

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"Boom!"

The front of the car with two bumpers smashed through the gate of the villa unreasonably.

Only then did the people in the room come to their senses, they all screamed and ran away like headless chickens.

Before the car rushed into the manor, Zhang Ga had already taken off the napkin hanging around his neck.

With a bang, he wiped off the oil stains on the table knife, and stuffed the table knife into his pocket.

By the time the gangsters opened fire, Sanpao and Li Yiman's personal female bodyguards had already protected their bosses and retreated into the corridor behind them.

"Oh!"

The short-pipe sprayer shot through the door and knocked down the huge chandelier in the center of the dance floor.

The crowd let out another exclamation, and Petersun had already made two steps in three steps, rolling and crawling upstairs to escape for his life.

"Come in!" The leading black and thin light man roared, and at the same time raised the submachine gun in his right hand, and pulled the trigger towards the stairs.

"Da da da……"

The submachine gun swept wildly, sending sawdust flying around the stair railing.

With disheveled hair, Peterson let out a scream, and jumped up to the second floor against the wall.

The five thugs did not beat anyone else, and after dispersing the guests in the banquet hall, they went straight to the second floor, apparently for Peterson.

The black young man with a spray gun and two submachine guns stood guard at the gate of the villa, and beat any security guards who rushed over!

After a few encounters, the two changed positions four times, fired a total of more than a dozen shots, and knocked down six or seven people. Their professionalism exploded!

Just as Zhang Ga retreated into the corridor, he saw a tall, thin, black figure quickly following him.

"Lying grass, what's the situation?" Gao Qiang's voice panicked.

When he got closer, the light from the downlight in the corridor shone on his face.

But the expression on Gao Qiang's face was far less flustered than the one in his voice.

So much so that the moment Zhang Ga saw his face clearly, he felt a sense of dislocation.

"Let's get out first!" San Pao said bluntly, holding a crab leg in his mouth, standing in front of the crowd.

"Unlucky, I'm not full yet!" Zhang Ga muttered, and flipped off the ceiling light switch in the corridor.

"Bang bang—"

At this moment, two gunshots rang out on the second floor, but they were not the guns in the gangster's hands.

"boom!"

There was another shot, the gunshot burst, and the echo was strong. Gao Qiang said casually: "Colt Python!"

"boom!"

Fourth shot.

Zhang Ga retreated while silently counting.

Li Yiman's female bodyguard whispered through the intercom to the four military security guards in the car outside, asking them to go around to the left side of the villa to meet them.

"boom!"

Fifth shot.

At this point, the firefight on the first floor was almost over.

Of Peterson's ten bodyguards, only two remained.

After rushing into the last wave, he was also directly knocked down by two thugs.

"Crench!"

The sound of emergency braking sounded, and two off-road vehicles stopped on the left side of the villa.

Zhang Ga kicked open the side door, led several people into the car respectively.

Li Yiman sat in the front car with his bodyguard, and when he sat firmly, the car slammed on the accelerator and jumped out.

Zhang Ga, San Pao, and Gao Qiang squeezed into the back seat of the second car.

Before I could close the door, I heard a "bang" gunshot upstairs.

Zhang Ga and Gao Qiang looked up at the same time.

Sixth shot!

The Colt Python revolver, although powerful, has only six magazines.

Zhang Ga and Gao Qiang looked at each other, and a thought came to their minds: Peterson is over.

"drive!"

Sanpao closed the door and reminded the military security guard on the driver's seat.

The security guard in military uniform nodded and stepped on the gas pedal.

Unexpectedly, before the vehicle started, there was a "crash" sound above the head.

A window was smashed, and then, with a "thud", a black figure fell firmly on the roof of the car.

The whole car "creaked" and let out an overwhelmed groan.

"Hurry up and drive..." On the roof of the car, Peterson's voice was hoarse and anxious.

"Fuck you!" Zhang Ga yelled angrily. He poked his head out to see that a hand had been protruded from the broken window on the second floor, and the submachine gun in his hand was pointed at the driver.

Zhang Ga shook his hand and threw the knife out.

"what--"

The hand stretched out upstairs instantly retracted with the knife, and the submachine gun fell to the ground with a "click".

All this happened in a very short time, and the next second, the vehicle crashed into the thick night.

on the roof.

Peterson firmly grasped the two luggage racks, his feet dangling from side to side as the vehicle swayed.

After driving less than a kilometer, they saw Li Yiman's car and stopped not far away to wait.

Seeing them following up, he picked up his speed again.

The two cars drove for another two kilometers, and finally found a small four-story building. The car in front circled directly behind the small building, braked suddenly, turned off the engine, turned off the lights, and stopped silently. .

But when it was Zhang Ga's turn, Peterson on the roof of the car was carried by the inertia as soon as he braked sharply, and flew straight forward.

"boom!"

Peterson slammed into a wall, screaming in pain.

"What are you yelling at?" Sanpao quickly got out of the car, grabbed a pistol from the trunk, and rushed towards Petersun.

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At this time, Peterson was facing up on his back, clutching his stomach and throbbing with pain.

Sanpao turned him over, pointed the gun at Peterson's forehead, and shouted in a low voice, "Don't make any noise, or I'll kill you!"

The two security guards in military uniforms quickly drew out their guns and groped toward the intersection.

Zhang Ga and Gao Qiang walked up to Petersun, and when they saw it, they gasped.

This guy's face was covered with shards of broken glass, his face was covered with blood, and even his snow-white collar was soaked in blood.

"Help me, save me!" Peterson struggled to stand up.

"Stop beeping!" Seeing that he was still making noise, Sanpao directly thrust the pistol into Petersun's mouth in desperation.

"Woooooooo..."

Petersun struggled violently, pulling Sanpao's arm with both hands.

San Pao growled, "If you move around so much, my gun will go off!"

Petersun trembled for a moment, then stopped, and looked at Sanpao with fear.

But at the same time, his nerves finally relaxed, and his eyes began to move around vividly.

Zhang Ga waved his hand and asked Sanpao to retract his gun.

Peterson spit out a mouthful of saliva lying on the ground, groping for his face with trembling hands.

"hiss……"

As soon as his fingers touched a piece of glass shard embedded in his face, tears flowed from the pain.

At this time, there was a buzzing sound on the road, and a car sped away, going away in an instant.

The two security guards in military uniform who went out to detect the wind hurried back and reported in a low voice: "The bandit has passed!"

"Get in the car, retreat, and leave the country first."

Zhang Ga waved his hand. He didn't know who the gangsters were from, and whether they had any contact with the officials in Ervinia.

So the top priority now is to withdraw from this place of right and wrong first, and go back to Sossilia directly if you can go back to Sossili.

Unexpectedly, just as they were about to get into the car, Peterson shrank on the ground and shouted: "You can't...you can't leave the country...you can't leave Asma! I have connections in Asma City, and anyone who dares to touch me in the city Not much, but going out is not necessarily..."

Zhang Ga frowned and said, "Not much? Isn't it too little for five people to enter a house and sweep them with guns? What the hell, you still need a group army?"

"No, that's not what it means!" Peterson said painfully, "I mean, I have connections with the City Defense Department of Asma City, and I am relatively safe in Asma City. These five people are accidental. If they go out, More... more..."

Zhang Ga was completely speechless, so he spread his hands and said, "That has nothing to do with us, anyway, we didn't plan to take you back!"

"It's... it has something to do with it..." Peterson's eyes were full of horror, "Your car picked me up, you... are my accomplices..."

"Fucking grass, what kind of robber logic is this?" Zhang Ga was stunned, "Obviously you jumped into our car by yourself!"

"I know, but others will think so, and I can't help it..." Petersun was so painful that he almost rolled his eyes, but he still had to resist trying to fool Zhang Ga and the others to stay.

Zhang Ga and Li Yiman looked at each other, unable to make a decision for a moment.

Believe him, this fellow understands that he is using himself as a backstop.

But if you don't believe me, I only have two cars, eight people, nine with Gao Qiang, and a few small broken pistols.

If you are really going to be targeted, if you rush out, you may be killed for no reason.

This is too wrong.

"Snapped!"