Code 521
A row of bullets kissed the ground and the resulting flames blocked the path of the five Fu Anbang members.
Some details that people don't notice can perfectly interpret a person's ability. Don't look at the row of neatly arranged bullets that didn't hurt any of them, but to hit the row of bullets right on their feet without bias, the angle must be within a hair's breadth, it can be seen that the opponent is good at shooting.
A clever woman can't cook without rice, if there is a suitable micro-submachine gun now, it's absolutely possible to compete with the people who are rushing back and forth on the opposite side. However, holding a handgun with a significantly different range and firing speed, it's better not to act rashly.
Zuo Dong shot a few shots at the black shadow in front of him with discontent, but was stopped by Fu Anbang, who said: "Don't waste bullets, it's too far away, you can't hit it."
Five people stood in a row staring at the black shadow in the distance, I won't move unless you move, and they were stuck in this stalemate.
Suddenly a burst of gunfire came from the front, Left Dong and Amanda immediately turned around, guns pointing to the rear, on high alert.
Zuo Dong took a closer look and although he couldn't see her clearly, from the outline, he knew it was the woman in black who had fought with him in the waiting hall.
She pointed her gun upwards and stopped at a distance. In short, the five people of Fu Anbang were sandwiched between two unfathomable strangers.
Five people against two, in terms of numbers, Fu Anbang and his side had the upper hand, but this advantage can be said to be negligible in modern times.
A true master, whether in ancient or modern times, has an inherent aura that ordinary people can't perceive, but among masters, it can be felt.
Fu Anbang hadn't been an external affairs special agent for many years, but he could still very accurately judge the opponent's abilities.
The black shadow opposite and the woman in black behind are absolutely not just passing roles. Fu Anbang also guessed the outcome of the security personnel in the waiting hall. Death is inevitable, either absolute or accidental.
The man wearing the duck tongue hat has already boarded the plane, but Fu Anbang and his gang are still stuck here with those two people. Fu Anbang is getting anxious in his heart, if he can't catch Jin Liu Cheng, his gang will have to run from here to their private jet and take off directly, they can no longer stay in Xing Tiao country.
"Brothers, we had no grudges in the past and no hatred recently. There's no need to make each other feel uneasy." The figure in black, who was far away, shouted at Fu Anbang and his group.
The sound wavered in the wind and drifted into Fu Anbang's ears with some distortion.
"We're looking for Jin Liu Cheng, who was just with you and has now boarded the plane!" Fu Anbang cleared his throat and shouted back.
"Professor Jin is the person we need to escort safely, and we are also doing it for money."
Fu Anbang could tell that the black shadow opposite him was a man. Since it was about money, he wasn't a bodyguard but rather a mercenary. However, judging from the situation earlier, the possibility of being a mercenary was higher. If he were a bodyguard, there would be no need to harm innocent people. The woman in black had a style that was very much like that of a mercenary.
"Money? Fu Anbang thought for a moment, mercenaries do things for money, so he shouted: 'How much did you get paid? I'll double it, just hand over Jin Liu to us and we can negotiate the price!'"
Pong Ning, who was highly concentrated in spirit, actually made a deal with these people after hearing what Fu Anbang said, and felt a sense of disdain in his heart. It's worth noting that real countrymen never make deals with this kind of fugitive.
The key is that Fu Anbang does things for the country, not for the people of the country. The country only wants a satisfactory result from him and doesn't care about the process or means by which it's achieved.
