They are all experts, and they can tell if there is a gunshot when they hear it.
Anyone who dares to shoot with two guns on the battlefield is definitely a master.
"hidden!"
Ben's reminder was still too late.
Humans are no faster than bullets.
The companion who was fleeing with him fell to the ground.
Ben didn't have time to check the injuries of his teammates. He was trained to protect himself first and complete the mission.
After dragging the VIP and the tow stand into the big rocks on the roadside, Ben quickly checked his weapons.
Then, I heard someone shouting in English: "If you don't want to die, put down the gun and come out with your hands up!"
Ben felt sad in his heart.
He was a top-notch veteran of the special forces, but at this moment he was reduced to a cornered beast, being shouted at to surrender his gun without being killed...
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VIP was still howling and screaming at this time.
Ben was irritated and said in a stiff tone: "Sir, if you keep shouting like this, we will tell them our exact location later. You are a man, can you shut your mouth!"
VIP is a middle-aged man, slightly fat, his face has already turned white at this time, and his body begins to tremble like chaff.
He did not answer Ben's words, but said inexplicably: "It's so warm... The waves here are so beautiful... Sunny, I will go on vacation with you after I finish my work tomorrow..."
Seeing this, Ben's heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly lowered his head and pulled off the bandage on the VIP's thigh. When he saw it, his heart suddenly went cold.
The collision just now caused the metal rod on the tourniquet to be loosened. Even though VIP's upper body was entangled in the seat belt, the violent impact still caused his thigh to hit the seat in front of him, causing the wound to open.
The place penetrated by the bullet had already begun to bleed profusely again, but before that, Ben and his companions were only focused on pulling him to escape, and did not even notice that his injuries had worsened.
If VIP told him that he was in pain now and started to complain, Ben would feel more at ease.
Once he starts talking nonsense, it means that he has entered a lake of consciousness due to excessive blood loss. The next step is to slowly die, unless there is someone here who can give him a blood transfusion.
Maybe……
The thought of surrender only flashed through my mind and then disappeared.
Before going on a mission, the instructions he received from his superiors included a secret order - if something goes wrong, VIPs must not fall into the hands of the enemy.
Absolutely not!
This is a dead order.
As a veteran, Ben certainly knows what this means. This model is no stranger to Langley. The people in this business are despicable and cold-blooded animals even in the eyes of their murderous veterans. They can do it for The stealth of the operation sacrifices anyone, or kills anyone, no matter who it is.
Ben subconsciously looked back behind him.
Fortunately, there is another stone behind this stone. They hide in the cracks of the stone and will not be attacked from behind.
Just not being attacked doesn't mean you can escape.
I looked at my watch and saw that only ten minutes had passed since the attack.
Even if the other "Scorpion" team at the pickup point tried their best, they probably wouldn't be able to get here that quickly.
Unless they can mobilize helicopters, just this kind of air transportation here, by the time Langley negotiates, the day lilies will be cold.
Ben was desperate.
He thought of his last order.
He slowly pulled out the pistol from the holster, gritted his teeth and put it on the VIP's head.
Maybe doing this is also helping him to escape.
"Sorry, sir!"
Ben's eyebrows became a little more hardened, and his finger pressed down on the trigger.
Bah——
The bullet went directly into the VIP's left temple and exited from the other side, tearing off a large piece of skull and splattering Ben's face with blood.
"Put down the gun! Come out and throw yourself, or I'll let you taste the grenade!"
The English-speaking voice continued.
Judging from the tone of voice, he seems to be a young man.
Ben's heart was filled with despair.
The hounds will eventually be lost on the mountain, and the waves from behind in the Yangtze River push the waves ahead.
This is how he feels now.
After many years of fighting on the battlefield, he finally returned to the battlefield for money and finally died on it.
He was suddenly furious.
Because I thought of those brothers who were killed.
Sneak attack!
At this time, this thing he had done countless times before seemed to him so worthy of resentment.
Ben lowered his gun and yelled, "I'm out!"
Not far away, Li Zheng and Hou Jun saw Ben coming out from behind the stone, holding their own pistols and automatic rifles in their hands, both in non-shooting states.
Li Zheng gave up his 85 sniper at this time and chose to take out his pistol.
At such a close range, the sniper rifle equipped with a high-magnification scope is not as flexible and easy to use as a pistol.
"Tell him to throw away the gun!"
"Throw away your gun! Lie on the ground with your head in your hands!" Li Zheng shouted in English: "Spread your legs so I can see!"
How to deal with prisoners of war?
The best thing is to let him throw away his weapon and then lie down with his head in his hands.
The horizontal arrest is the most scientific. If the opponent wants to resist, he has to jump up from the ground. The whole process will take more time.
The next point is to kneel down with your head in your hands.
The most stupid thing is to ask the other party to stand up and search them. This is not a nightclub. It is not the guys who come here to talk to hundreds of young ladies. They are specially trained killing machines. If you let them stand, these guys have no less than a dozen ways to attack suddenly. And reverse the situation.
"I'll keep an eye on you later, and you search me." Hou Jun began to assign tasks.
The rifle he was holding was an automatic rifle, and it was more appropriate for him to be the controller.
Ben threw away the gun and actually kicked it away two meters away.
Li Zheng and Hou Jun walked out of the hiding place, one on the left and one on the right, one in front and one behind, and began to approach Ben in a double formation.
"Get down! Get down!"
Li Zheng kept repeating this sentence.
Ben suddenly pulled out the fighting knife.
"I am a warrior, and warriors cannot surrender. Come on, let's have a battle between men!"
That's all, put on a fighting stance.
Li Zheng thought to himself, hey! It's really bullying, isn't it? Are you the only one who can fight?
He subconsciously wanted to draw the knife, but suddenly he heard two gunshots.
Ben on the opposite side suddenly became a gourd, rolling on the ground holding his legs.
A wisp of smoke slowly floated out from the muzzle of Hou Jun's gun. He frowned and glanced at Ben, then at Li Zheng.
"You're talking about this idiot... I'm still fighting with you! Do you think I'm stupid? You want to delay time! No way!"
After that, he told Li Zheng: "Hurry up, put him in a pig bag and leave. Meet the captain and the others as soon as possible."
The two of them quickly stepped forward. Li Zheng stepped on Ben's fighting knife that had fallen to the ground and kicked it away. Then he went up and put plastic cuffs on Ben's hands and feet skillfully. Then he squatted down and Hou Jun reached out and took the hand from his backpack. He untied it from the back, took out a huge bag, and shook it on the ground.
This thing is what Li Zheng and others commonly call "pig bag".
A pig bag is actually a bag made of wear-resistant military fabric with restraint straps on it, which can tie a person into a silkworm shape and then be carried away on the back by a single person.
Of course, this is physical work.
Li Zheng is young and has good physical strength, so he is suitable for this job.
