Bodyguard is a very magical profession, the profession is flourishing in the world after the economic take-off, there are 1.6 million bodyguards registered in the country alone, from the lowest $65 per hour to the million worth of the top bodyguard, if you have been to the best security company in the United States, you can choose as much as visiting the supermarket, after the advent of the Internet, you can also place an order directly on the network. So, what is the most familiar bodyguard role for ordinary people?

Is it Lee from "Zhongnanhai Bodyguards" or Denzel Washington from "Fury Rescue"?

Sorry, in fact none of these are true.

Except for a very few people who will become boyfriend and girlfriend with their employers, there are very few people who have emotional entanglements with their employers, and the most famous case of becoming boyfriend and girlfriend with their employers is Aunt Gaga, who does not dare to sleep alone, asks the bodyguard to accompany her.

So, what does a real bodyguard look like?

It was the assassination of Reagan in 1981, just 69 days into office, countless people who sacrificed their lives to throw themselves on him, and that shocking photo can still be found on the Internet, without those dedicated bodyguards, Reagan's anti-abortion, military expansion, tough confrontation against Allah and other widely known deeds that would not have been known, and he would have become the shortest-lived one of the previous presidents.

Are bodyguards stupid? Can you give your life for money? This has to be said separately, Reagan's bodyguards definitely do not belong to the security company, and the sense of mission on the soldiers will make them rush over as soon as they see danger, and the person who stabbed Reagan used a gun, and the bodyguard wearing body armor knew that he would not die as long as he was not shot in the head after he pounced.

However, the bodyguards around Guke also wore body armor, and they were paid even more than Reagan's bodyguards who didn't know how many times, but after everyone saw Chekov stuff a grenade into his crotch, their choice was to dodge.

The bodyguards near the front door rushed out the door, and the bodyguards near the back door looked everywhere for a sofa that could withstand shrapnel. One of the bodyguards guarding the passage simply turned over and jumped into the bar, and the guy who was staring at Chekov squatted down angrily and hid with the bear!

Gu Cao was completely stunned!

The lungs almost blew up!

But he forgot that it was not a bullet that Chekov had stuffed into his crotch, but a moment grenade. The bodyguards wearing body armor do dare to carry bullets, but at the moment when it does not involve national interests and national honor, except for the police, firefighters, and soldiers. Does anyone dare to wear body armor to hold a grenade? The force of the explosion alone can shatter all the internal organs!

Gu Cao, who was desperate, had given up his life, but at this time he felt someone tugging at his trouser belt, and when he looked up, Eugene, who was majestic in the ring, was reaching out for a grenade.

At that moment, Gu Cao's gaze changed when he looked at Eugene, this underground boxing champion trained in the ice and snow of Siberia was originally just a tool for him to make money, but from this critical moment to appear, Gu Cao swore in his heart that as long as he was alive, Eugene would become his most trusted person. Not one of them.

Click.

The most surprised person in the bar at the moment when the sound of the bullet loading came was the bodyguard who was hiding with Chekov, who saw the black muzzle of the gun being pointed at his chest, followed by ......

Tong!

A gunshot rang out, and the bodyguard who was kneeling behind the sofa was directly blasted out by the ******, and under the strong impact, he changed his kneeling position to leaning back, and when his back hit the ground, he kept rolling for a distance of nearly three meters before he stopped on the corner of the table.

The shot was so scary that Eugene's hand that had just held the grenade shook violently. At the same time, he felt a warm current flowing through his hands. The riot is overwhelming.

"The grenade is fake!"

Chekov stood up amid Eugene's shouts and said in a sullen ****** voice: "Hey, bastard, who said I didn't have a chance to shoot at all?" ”

Click.

The sound of the bullet loading appeared, and Eugene didn't have time to think about it, so he dragged the grenade in the crotch of Gu Cao's pants and threw it out. Then, without looking at the situation behind him, he pulled Gu Ke and slammed into the back of the sofa on the side he had just sat on.

People have a knee-jerk reaction, and Chekov knew that Eugene would not hurt himself by throwing it, but he couldn't control himself from leaning over his body to dodge, and it was at this critical moment. The sofa in front of him had already turned over, and when he pulled the trigger according to the preset program in his brain, after a gunshot, he saw that the wooden planks of the sofa base had been broken open countless gaps.

That's all Chekov's plan!

The bear knew that he could not successfully take down Gu Cao, who had many bodyguards, so he brought a grenade, or the kind of military-standard defensive grenade, which was originally placed in the window of the warehouse at home, and the day he put it in, Chekov had already removed the firing pin, which was originally placed as a collector's item and had never thought of using it.

The grenade is a double fuse, the fuse is stuck in the firing pin, the fuse is stuck in the fuse, and the program is to release the fuse after pulling the fuse and throwing it, and in this process, the firing pin will ignite the internal gunpowder by hitting the fuse, and finally explode. But Chekov's grenade did not have a firing pin in it, and the effect he wanted to get was to stir the emotions of the others through his dodge, so that the others could make room, and then Chekov grabbed the gun and stood up, pressed the muzzle of the gun against Gucao, and began to interrogate, at most, two shots in Gucao's leg or not only in the position, so that he could experience the pain of the bullet passing through his body.

Otherwise, why did this bear pull out the ****** after entering the door? What he wanted was speed, otherwise why would he slam his ****** into the chest of the bodyguard, because he expected that it was the strongest position for body armor!

As soon as the information is asked from Gucao's mouth, Chekov will kidnap him and leave, and then kill Craig, and it is not a crime to put the established facts in front of everyone.

Unexpectedly, there was an accident in this matter, there was a lifeless Eugene by Gu Cao's side, and the situation that was completely under control was left with the choice of desperate struggle in the blink of an eye!

There is no room for manoeuvre!

Chekov has emptied all the plans in his mind at the moment, it seems that using wisdom is really not his strong point, and for now he can only regard this place as a battlefield, and take Gu Cao hostage as a complete revenge.

Let's fight!

Die in battle, be captured, Chekov will never back down!

Inside the bar, the bear immediately withdrew from the bullet case with a ****** 'click', ignoring Gu Cao's stride, the biggest threat to him at the moment was the bodyguard with the gun on his body, not the boss of the Siberian Company.

Tong!

Another gunshot came, and the bodyguard who had just emerged in the bar was forced to retract by the gunshot, and the wine rack behind him was hit by bullets, and countless wine bottles exploded under the range of scattered bullets, and the liquid began to flow out along the broken and fallen wine bottles.

Touch!

When Chekov walked up to the bodyguard who had been hit in the chest by the ******, he picked up his foot and rolled it directly into the opponent's cheek as the other party struggled to get up, and the kicked bodyguard shook his head violently as he moved back a full meter against the table, and this time, his head broke through the bone confinement and leaned back at an unimaginable angle of half, and the sound of broken joints was extremely permeable in the bar after the gunfire subsided.

Click.

The bodyguard was lying on the ground without any reaction, and after his head pouted, that angle still belonged only to the shot in a horror movie.

Chekov had no scruples, only the flames were still burning in him, it was not resentment, it was the fighting feelings of men like them, the fanaticism of predators and war machines, the ferocity that roared between life and death.

Tong!

Another shot rang out, and ****** slammed into the bodyguard who was dodging at the back door, and with at least two of the other bodyguards already locked onto him, the bear jumped up with one hand on the bar and jumped over the counter with both legs swinging sideways and disappeared into the bar in an instant.

Tong!

It was still the gunshot, and after Chekov squatted down at the bar, regardless of whether someone in front of him pulled the trigger, the bodyguard who had just been forced to dodge was directly hit from the side, his arms and cheeks were full of bullet holes, and he fell down as if he had been chiseled into the head by a heavy hammer.

Chekov didn't stop, pulled out Glock 22 along the back and aimed at the opponent's head to make up for another shot.

Bang.

After the gunshots, the rest of the bodyguards shouted in the bar: "Take Mr. Gu Cao out of here!" ”

Gu Cao was going crazy, and he yelled at Eugene: "Kill him, kill him!" ”

The bodyguards couldn't care about the boss's face anymore, and the two of them held his arm and didn't even give him time to turn around and dragged him out, as if they would be completely safe as long as they walked out of this door.

Outside the door, in the shadow-covered alley, Yoda stood against the wall, her long black dress still had a label, and she didn't know which clothing store she smashed, and she wore pure black leather gloves on her hands that were shiny in the light of the street lamp, and in her hands, she was carrying two FBI special guns, namely Glock 22 and Glock 26, those who are familiar with American dramas must know that Glock 26 is the FBI's gun, the one hidden at the ankle.

At night, the cold wind blew, and Yoda's skirt swayed slightly in the wind, her eyes fixed on the front door of the bar, and the person stood in the alley across the road like a scope, locking her eyes on it without moving.

Touch.

The door to the bar was pushed open, and the bodyguards shouted, "Go drive, quick!" ”

At the same moment, Yoda raised his gun-wielding hands and stepped out of the shadows.

Under the street lamp, the Death Concerto is followed by a tyrannical symphony and is played like a violin by Glock 26.

Bang!

Bang bang! (To be continued.) )