After about twenty minutes of driving, the speed of the escort car suddenly slowed down, and the escort car was now carefully driving into the roadside market.

At this moment, Wang Xiang's right hand clasped upside down suddenly appeared with an iron line.

The iron wire was cut from Manager Mo's brooch, and Wang Xiang was very glad that the quality of the Indian police was too low.

If you put it in China, you will find even a toothpick.

The hard and straight iron wire changed like soft clay in Wang Xiang's hands.

Wang Xiang inserted the twisted iron wire into the keyhole of the handcuffs and tinkered.

"Click~"

The slight sound of the handcuffs unlocking was muffled by the noise outside the car.

The handcuffs were lifted, the corners of Wang Xiang's mouth curled slightly, and then he looked at Guo Lin.

Since the escort car drove into the roadside market, Guo Lin's eyes have been on Wang Xiang.

Seeing Wang Xiang smile, he knew that it was his turn.

At this moment, the escort car braked suddenly.

Guo Lin pretended to be unbalanced, and then leaned towards Wang Xiang all of a sudden.

Without handcuffs, Wang Xiang was able to show his martial arts skills.

The hands behind their backs shook slightly when the car braked lightly.

At this moment, the hemp rope tied to Wang Xiang's hand can only be used as a tool for Wang Xiang to cover up.

When the police weren't paying much attention, Wang Xiang stretched out a hand and reached behind Guo Lin.

"Click~"

There was another slight unnoticed sound.

Guo Lin also smiled.

Wang Xiang reached out and could only help Guo Lin untie the knots on the handcuffs and ropes.

That's enough, though.

The car braked lightly again.

Taking advantage of this time, Wang Xiang made a move.

Wang Xiang quickly struck the neck of the policeman sitting next to him.

There were two police officers and the prison guard in charge of driving.

Startled by the sudden situation, the two policemen who were sitting in the back compartment subconsciously stood up, their right hands went straight to their waists, and they wanted to pull out their guns to suppress it.

It's a pity that Wang Xiang won't give him a chance, he raised his foot and kicked, and the policeman sitting opposite suddenly felt a pain in his jaw, and then he fainted gorgeously.

After kicking the police officer opposite, Wang Xiang ignored the remaining policeman and reached out to the policeman sitting next to him.

After Wang Xiang made a move, Guo Lin, who was originally sitting down, also made a move.

No, it should be said that it is also out of the way!

A slap in the leg directly made the policeman on the opposite side drop the pistol that was not yet held firmly in his hand, and covered his crotch with his free hands.

Then another elbow blow, and the Indian policeman who was hit in the key hole was also gorgeously stunned.

Took out the pistol, opened the safe, then took two quick steps, pointed the muzzle of the gun at the Indian sitting in the driver's seat, and shouted in fluent Chinese: "Don't slow down! Can't stop! Don't do something that makes my hands panic, I can't help but pull the trigger!"

Although there is a layer of iron mesh from the rear compartment, the police officer driving the car knows about it.

This layer is completely useless!

"Guo Lin, hurry up!" Wang Xiang stared at the driver and said in a hurried tone.

Guo Lin did not respond, but took out the key from the Indian police, opened the handcuffs for Mo Jing, and untied the knots.

After doing this, Guo Lin began to grope for the guns and ammunition on the three policemen who had fainted.

"Assault two, only six magazines and 180 bullets! Pistols plus your one, a total of three, also six magazines, 66 rounds!" Guo Lin reported to Wang Xiang.

"Are you comfortable with the assault?" Wang Xiang asked suddenly.

"It's okay!" replied Guo Lin.

"Two assault guns, one for each of you and me! One pistol for each of the three people! Old Mo, you haven't used a gun, so you should bring a pistol and a magazine for self-defense, and I will bring an extra magazine!" Wang Xiang said.

"Do you really know how to use it?" asked Guo Lin with a frown.

"Don't think about it! In this case, you have no way out, either believe me, or you have to go it alone!"

Lao Mo held the pistol with some trembling hands, Guo Lin looked over and found that the insurance was not opened.

He walked over and opened the safety for him, and then said, "Hold the gun steady!

"Can it really succeed?" Lao Mo felt a little empty.

"Remove that word!" Wang Xiang said without replying.

Guo Lin also smiled and said: "If it was in China, I would definitely say that it is impossible to succeed, even if it is fortunate to succeed, it is estimated that it will be difficult to escape arrest." But now it's in India, and you can see the quality of the Indian police, as long as we can get out later, then there will be absolutely no problem. ”

Guo Lin hung up the assault rifle for Wang Xiang, inserted two long magazines into Wang Xiang's waist, and put two pistol magazines into Wang Xiang's trouser pockets by the way.

I was also preparing with a gun and bullets, and when I turned my head, I found that Manager Mo was picking up the body armor on the Indian national police.

Frowning, he asked, "What are you doing?"

When Lao Mo heard this, his hands didn't stop, and his mouth responded: "Take it off and put it on, it's much safer!"

Wang Xiang heard Lao Mo speak, glanced at the corner of his eye, and said, "Stop! Don't pick it up! That thing is useless!"

Guo Lin also nodded, and said: "You have watched too many TV dramas and movies, right? Although this thing is a body armor, it is not suitable for our current situation! Besides, if you are hit by a bullet while wearing this thing, at least four ribs will be broken, at that time, you can only surrender, if you continue to walk, the ribs will pierce your internal organs, and the problem is even greater!"

"It's only better for an attacker like the police. If this happens, you'd better accept your fate, we must not be dragged down by you!" Wang Xiang added in a cold voice.

When Manager Mo heard this, he stopped, his face was a little heavy, and his hands were still a little trembling, conveying his inner unrest to the outside world.

"Sit down!" Wang Xiang said in Huaxia.

Guo Lin and Manager Mo knew that they were instructing the two of them, so they hurriedly sat down and grabbed the fixed object.

"Step on the accelerator!" Hit me to the right!" Wang Xiang suddenly poked the iron net behind the driver with a gun, and shouted loudly in Indian Chinese.

When the driver heard this, he did not dare to disobey it, and decisively refueled and steered.

Wang Xiang's escort car was at the back of the convoy, with only a three-wheeled police car and two motorcycle police cars behind it.

As soon as I saw the escort car suddenly turn and crash into the crowd, I was also shocked, and then I understood.

Something must have happened to the car in front.

The two motorcycle police cars and the three-wheeled police car in the back hurriedly sounded their sirens.

When the police car driving in front heard the siren suddenly sounding behind it, it immediately separated a motorcycle police car and a three-wheeled police car.

A motorized police car was also left to continue on the road, escorting the prisoners in the remaining two vehicles by the way.