Vijay and Magron treated their shirts in the last row completely according to Buck's movements, although they didn't know what Buck's purpose was.

But I quickly understood.

The off-road vehicle only drove forward about two hundred meters, perhaps because it was because it was concerned that there were too many military engineering vehicles or passing vehicles around the exhibition hall, and there was no place to park vehicles on the road. Six men in black suits appeared in Chen Lei's sight with the back of one person: "That!"

Buck clearly heard the accelerator of the vehicle. Chen Lei was a master when he used the gun, but when he was in the crime, he was excited and reached out to pat the driver's shoulder: "Just see it... how come it has become six." He leaned down and whispered in Chen Lei's ear. Finally, he patted his shoulder. The off-road vehicle had already surpassed the people on the roadside. About a hundred meters further ahead, it was a parking lot, and maybe it was the end.

Ye Mingjing hid beside the wide-sized C-pillar of the car and aimed at the Chinese man who struggled with his slender corners but was pressed by the men around him: "Is this the look? Do they have guns? Do you bring guns? Should we take a business jet and bring some guns in?" A series of question marks.

Buck also touched her face: "It's not that scary, Daisy, you change seats with the driver. Come on, we're ready to get off the car, turn around and go out of the city and wait by yourself, don't get involved with us." He also patted the domestic mobile phone that Ye Mingjingxin got.

When the car passed by a palm tree, it pulled over and parked. Buck opened the door to the highway, carrying the white tablecloth pocket and looked at the other vehicles whizzing past. When he got out of the car, Magron and Vijay followed him. They were originally one on both sides. Buck felt that he was too stupid to stand in the middle, so he reached out and lifted Vijay to the far end, stepped onto each other's leather shoes. The three of them walked around the front of the car and walked onto the sidewalk as if nothing had happened, and headed towards the crowd thirty or fifty meters away.

Saboban was in a wardrobe, so there was no barrier in the middle of the front seats. Daisy stood up and used her skirt as a cover to hand the rifle to Chen Lei. When the front captain wearing sunglasses grabbed the magazine, he grabbed the lady's black turban between the two seats and slightly blocked the rifle and pushed the driver's seat door. The British girl came over and drove the car away immediately. It seemed that Chen Lei, who was carrying a garbage metal stick, stood in the middle of the road in a straight suit, more like holding a crutch.

Buck, who was ten meters away, was carrying a white cloth bag, lowered his head and whispering to Vijmagron more like he was laughing and saying something. The two guys reached into the cloth bag and laughed and clamored to grab things.

After a few seconds of delay, the off-road vehicle went away, and no one noticed the relationship between the car and the few people getting off.

Dark skin and curly black hair are the standard characteristics of Southeast Asians. Magron and Vijay's pure indigenous appearances confuse Buck. His sweaty and dirty shirts and grey leather shoes all show their identity as migrant workers here. As the main force in building the UAE, South Asians who have never had social or economic status have never had a look. This is the biggest feeling of Buck in the two UAE cities these days. The straight casual trousers may not match, but it is too late.

The result of the peeking and observing frontal observation was that four of the six people in the distance had standard Arab appearances, tall and strong but had a fat muscles, which was more in line with the pampered living habits of the Middle East. The other two European and American appearances were much more refined, and there were traces of air conduits in their ears wearing sunglasses.

These two people may have joined later, but in fact, they should have been the actions led by the US military intelligence department, allowing the Arabs to take action in front?

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why the secret service personnel in the Middle East were interested in this Chinese. China has always operated in Arab countries in a balanced manner.

At least not against each other.

The instant judgment was just Buck's habit, a small trick to disperse emotions and reduce gland secretion. He weighed the weight of the cloth bag with his left hand. The three of them seemed to suddenly see a group of suits walking towards the opposite side, and they flashed to the roadside in a panic. In fact, it was only seven or eight seconds since the time of the opposite direction, the two Arabs walking in front of the other party waved disdainfully to signal the South Asian workers to get out of the way. Just as the moment they passed by, Magron suddenly activated!

The hand drawn out of the white cloth bag clearly grabbed a silver table knife and stabbed it into the waist of the man next to him!

Buck grabbed the green one-liter champagne bottle from the white cloth bag, like the sledgehammer that Li Yuanba grabbed, and it swung across the other person's head with a bang!

Vijay was like a flexible rabbit, holding the white cloth bag tightly with both hands, dodging to the side, watching Buck and Magron hit the enemy with one blow, and he lowered his body and hid on the side of the road.

The Chinese man who was originally surrounded by the center was exposed. He was wearing glasses and was panicked and angry, but could not struggle. He immediately found that the two people blocking him bent down.

The two European and American men who were closest to the closest, the most professional ones who held his arms around the left and right were unbelievable that someone had done this, and immediately quickly lifted up his clothes and pulled out his gun!

The other two were behind the three of them, and they dodged to both sides before they saw what was happening in front of them. They were also busy drawing their guns, but their movements were obviously slower.

At this moment, the formation that was originally hexagonal in shape turned into a row, and the four gunmen's eyes were all one or two meters in front of them. Two companions rolling on the ground, the wounded who were struggling to touch the gun, the guy with blood and champagne heads fainted...

Then no one noticed the man in suit strolling onto the sidewalk with a crutch and about forty or fifty meters away at the end. Chen Lei's dress was far from Buck and the others. He lifted his right hand up with the wooden butt stock through the headscarf and raised his shoulders. The tiger's mouth almost slid along the butt stock to the grip. He pulled out an AK magazine from the belt around his waist with his left hand, and he didn't even look at it. It was like throwing something out with his own hands, and he hung the magazine on the empty bolt receiver. He took the opportunity to pull the bolt on the right side and loaded it with his backhand. He also pulled the fast and slow machine away. He also pulled the trigger with his index finger on his right hand!

It only took a second or two to shoot from a crutch to a rifle. Those black suits that lifted their clothes first even touched the handle of the gun!

Bang!

Bang bang bang bang!

After a strange single shot, and then three consecutive shooting rhythm, Buck, who was half kneeling on the ground and taking off the Glock pistol from the waist of the broken head, saw the black suits in front of him falling to the ground in unison!

Almost all the heads exploded directly!

The Chinese man's face was blushed and white liquid!

At this moment, Vijay rushed up and hugged the man and dragged him away. The man was basically stunned and did not realize his struggle.

The excitement of the four people around me being suddenly shot to the end, and it didn't make him scream wildly, was already very well-educated.

Buck was also a little surprised. He knew that Chen Lei's shooting skills were good, but at this point, there was a person standing in the middle, and he just ordered the thrust bullets of the general to destroy a person's shooting skills. He was a little stunned!

But he shook his head hard, grabbed the pistol in his hand, and pointed it at the guy who was still struggling with Magron on the head, which was a slap in two shots!

The leader of the Sulu tribe is not a big deal. He just pressed the other party and rode his waist and stabbed him more than a dozen times!

Finally, he grabbed the other party's pistol and stood up with blood all over his body!

He stood up and shot the unconscious guy in front of Buck at close range, because Buck's eyes told him that he could not leave any clues to live.

When Saboban, who had turned his head in front, passed by the street silently, Ye Mingjing lay on the car window, watching his men killing six black suits as if no one was next to the road!

Her body was a little shaking, and Daisy was driving was more stable than hers.
Chapter completed!