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Two black Volvo cars were escorted by two police cars and four motorcycles, flashing police lights and galloping in the direction of the barracks.

The outskirts are sparsely populated. The country’s forest coverage rate is over 54% and there are more trees than people.

The convoy picked up the slush on the road and drove quickly into a forest. The huge and straight cedar and pine branches were covered with white snowflakes, like a country of ice and snow that had penetrated into a fairy tale world.

At the front of the open road motorcycle hill, the police sirens suddenly screamed "Wow", the warning lights erected at the rear of the car turned quickly twice, and the brake lights came on.

Knowing that there must be an emergency in front of them, the team behind them stepped on the brakes at the same time.

In the team leader's police car, the officer in charge of the team straightened up and looked forward through the windshield.

I saw a container truck driving slowly on a narrow road about 30 meters away in front of the motorcycle that had already slowed down.

The motorcycle responsible for clearing the road drove up quickly, and the policeman driving the motorcycle extended his right hand to the people in the cab, beckoning them to step aside and give way.

Suddenly, the motorcycle close to the driver's position twisted twice without warning, like a drunk drunkard, then rolled over and ran across the road directly, sliding out ten meters on the slippery road. Crashed into the snowdrift on the side of the road.

The other motorcycle seemed very panicked, and the policeman who drove stretched his hand to his waist, where the pistol was.

But before he could touch his pistol, a piece of debris splashed on the helmet. The police officer's head tilted to the left, and the man fell directly to the ground. The police motorcycle crashed into the wheel of the container truck and was instantly crushed. The fragments.

"Oh! God!" The leader of the co-pilot was so shocked that his hair was straight, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and shouted, "Assaulted! Assaulted!"

Immediately afterwards, the back door of the container truck opened with a bang, and something seemed to appear in the dark container box.

Before the lead police officer could see clearly, he touched his hand to the side of the seat, where there was an MP5 submachine gun.

Zi Zi Zi Zi-

The buzzer sounded on the silent forest road, and countless thin dark red lines appeared in the air, stabbing the first policeman.

The barrage poured out like dense raindrops, the hood of the leading police car was lifted off in an instant, and dense white bullet holes appeared on the windshield.

The four police officers in the car did not have time to call for help, and they had been swept into meat sauce by 7.62MM bullets from the Gatling machine gun.

Blood splashed all over the cab instantly.

A few seconds later, under the tremendous power of the armor-piercing incendiary bomb, the police car burst into flames and burned violently.

On the black Volvo car in the second position of the team, the bodyguard on the co-pilot held the walkie-talkie and shouted into the microphone: "Get out of here! Go back! Go back!"

All of them are trained professionals. Although facing a surprise attack, the driver still performed his duties. When the rear gear was engaged, the wheels idled for several laps in the snow mode and immediately began to reverse at a fast speed.

The entire convoy began to retreat and escaped from the Gatling gun range.

Bang--

Before everyone was in shock, there was a loud noise from the rear of the convoy.

The bodyguard of the GMT company in the Volvo car looked back and was so scared that he was almost out of his mind.

At the rear of the convoy, another heavy Volvo container truck with a capacity of tens of tons appeared. The police motorcycle responsible for the finishing touches overturned.

Then the driver didn't seem to be going to hold the accelerator at all, and ran into a police car behind the convoy.

In front of the huge Volvo container truck, the car-sized police car was almost like a matchbox, and was instantly knocked into a pile of scrap iron.

The two black Volvo cars in the middle slammed the brakes but failed to stop, and collided with each other.

Four heavily armed and masked men in snow clothes jumped from the container truck behind. The HK416 in their hands began to fire, and all the people who had come down from the two bullet-proof Volvos were shot down.

The container truck in front also quickly reversed, and also jumped off the armed men.

In the face of such repressive and powerful firepower, the bodyguards of the GMT company had no choice but to capture them, throwing their guns out of the car one by one, raising their hands to get out of the car, and kneeling on the side of the road.

"We surrender! We surrender!"

A tall masked man walking in the front of the militants ranks with a clear dragon-shaped pattern printed on his white snow mask.

Grabbing a bodyguard, this guy threw a bodyguard kneeling next to the car to the side of the road with amazing arm strength, and then shot him to death in the snow.

The other bodyguards found that the other party had no intention of leaving alive, and they all planned to pull out the pistols from their waists to defend themselves.

However, these masked armed men are obviously better in military quality than the bodyguards of these GMT companies. I don't know how many grades they are. Shoot them as if playing, and there is no room for resistance at all.

Killing all the bodyguards, the masked man began to cautiously search for two Volvo bulletproof cars.

Soon, a masked man kicked the body angrily, and then ran to a masked man who also wore a dragon mask beside the car in front. The dragon on this masked man’s mask was a bit special, not black. It's cyan.

"Boss, we were fooled! There is no one in the car! This is a bait!"

"What!?" The chestnut pupils of the leading masked man shrank slightly.

He strode to the two Volvo cars, checked them one by one, and found that no one was Kunchai.

"Cunning country Z!"

"What do we do now, boss!?"

"Kun Guai is not here. I must have followed Qin Fei to the banquet in the castle. You immediately contact our people and ask them to send a helicopter. We need to hurry!"

While reading his watch ~lightnovelpub.net~, he issued the latest order.

Then he drew the satellite phone from the combat vest and dialed the number.

"Boss, we've made it to the air. There is no Guess in the convoy, it is the bait arranged by Qin Fei."

"Well……"

The voice on the other end of the phone seemed very calm, as if he had expected this time to go to the air, "As the son of Qin Anguo, he has also been trained by Unit 203. If he can't even dodge this ambush, he is not worthy to do it. Qin Anguo's son. Qinglong, you can do it yourself. If you can't handle a young man in his twenties, you don't deserve to be called Qinglong."

"Yes, boss."

After the phone was hung up, Qinglong put the satellite phone in place, and heard a moan coming from the side. He slammed a gun and shot the head of a GMT company bodyguard who was still wailing in the snow into a rotten watermelon.

"Fak!"

He cursed to himself.