The paramilitary operatives of the Belgian Strategic Resources Cooperation Company have never been slack off not only in firearms, but also in hand-to-hand combat. The hand-to-hand combat they learned was Krav Maga, a special military combat technique developed and created by Israel, which is also a compulsory course in the FBI and is widely used by military and police departments around the world.

This thing is not a kung fu that people use to strengthen their bodies, but a martial arts that kills and cripples the opponent in the first place.

Victor grabbed his wrist with his left hand before the first person reacted, twisted it down, only to hear a "click" sound, and the right wrist joint of the other party's gun was directly broken, because of the pain, the killer with grinning teeth subconsciously dropped the firearm, and Victor took advantage of the moment when the pistol fell to the ground, and the fruit knife in his left hand that was already ready to stab him quickly in the chest and neck.

The white knife went in and the red knife came out, and the blood gushed like a spring, and the blood spurted out of the carotid artery left a spurting blood stain on the carriage.

Obviously, the two people in the back didn't expect things to be so unexpected, there was actually a hidden master in the car, when they pulled out their pistols, but because the carriage was too narrow and they didn't usually shoot sharply, and Victor took advantage of the fact that the first bloodletting killer had not fallen, and kicked him towards the two people, and the body of the first killer suddenly pressed against the two, buying Victor a short but precious time, and he picked up the dropped pistol on the ground.

The results of the usual extremely close shooting training were fully revealed at this moment, Victor grabbed the M1911 pistol on the ground, quickly pulled the sleeve to load, and pulled the trigger after aiming, the whole bus rang out with a loud sound of pistol fire, and Victor shot 8 bullets in the magazine to the first killer without reservation.

At this time, Victor was only one meter away from the first killer, and the bullet exploded on his body with a blood mist, and then penetrated his body and continued to drill into the bodies of the two killers behind him. At such a close distance, the penetration of pistol cartridges was brought to the extreme.

And from the shooting to the end, it was only a few seconds, which was not enough for everyone to recover from the shock.

After emptying the magazine, Victor looked back and forth, and saw that there was no fourth killer present, so he immediately threw away the M1911 pistol that had been emptied in his hand, ran to the killer's corpse, opened the first corpse, and snatched the pistol from the second killer who was lying in a pool of blood and dying.

He then pointed his pistol at the two killers who were not yet dead, and shot them twice in the chest and head, a "whip-corpse" tradition that Albert had learned from the SAS Royal Air Service stealers, and applied this to the daily training of the company's paramilitaries until it was confirmed that the opponents were dead and had no power to fight back.

Victor didn't retract his pistol until he was sure that the other man was dead, but this time he turned his head and pointed it at the old man who had just sat next to Albert.

The old man also had a calm face, but he had a small pistol in his hand, which was aimed at Victor at his waist, and he smiled happily, "The young man is good, even if he is placed in our legion, he is also a commander-level figure." ”

"Who are you?" Victor, whose duty is to protect Albert, stepped forward and stared at him fiercely, in fact, the whole car was staring nervously at this crazy man who had just killed three people, and everyone did not dare to come out.

"Believe me, young man, you and your little boss won't be able to get out of here alive if you kill me." The old man put the gun back, "Those three killers came to kill me, but you just happened to be the first to do it." Today's young people are really more ferocious from generation to generation, and they are so sharp and vicious in killing. ”

"Put away the gun as he says, Victor, what he said is true, we won't be able to leave Italy alive if we really do it." Albert got out from under the seat and patted his clothes, looking extremely reluctant, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be the underground black emperor of Sicily, the godfather of the mafia, right?" ”

Albert remembered that when he used to watch movies, mafia killers liked to take a pistol or submachine gun and suddenly beat their competitors, so it was not difficult to guess the identity of the old man.

"Don't dare to be, little boy, you can call me George Genovesa, of course I prefer to be called old George." As soon as George Sr. finished speaking, four Mercedes-Benz cars from nowhere stopped in front of the long-distance bus, and the people who got out of it were all wearing trench coats and carrying a Thompson submachine gun in their hands.

"Let's go, the Genovessa family will never treat anyone who is kind to it." Old George stood up and stepped over the three corpses without looking, and said, "Especially the one who has saved the life of the leader of the Genovessa family. ”

"Victor, put the gun down, and we'll follow him." Albert lifted his luggage, which was still a bit heavy for him as a child, and after apologizing in broken Italian to the stunned passengers, he turned around and glared at Victor, who was extremely reluctant to put down his gun.

"Hurry up and help me carry my luggage, we are now oiled on the thief ship, and we are grasshoppers on the same line as him, if we go to Brethea, it is estimated that before we arrive, we will be thrown into the river and sunk by the enemy of the Genovessa family, and it is better to be escorted all the way than to fight alone."

"Okay boss, I'll listen to you." Victor had no choice but to drop his gun and ran to help Albert with his luggage.

"This sedan is more comfortable to sit in than the kind of bus." Albert stretched and sat in the back row with George Sr., while Victor sat in the passenger seat.

Albert glanced at the Thompson submachine gun next to the driver and asked with interest, "M1A1 submachine gun?" At the beginning of this year, they are ready to officially stop production, grandpa, are you still ready to fight and kill such an outdated killing tool? ”

The driver, who didn't look like a good person, gave Albert a blank look and muttered, "What do children know?" Old George interrupted the driver and asked with a smile, "What do you think?" ”

Alberto held his chin and said, "First of all, in terms of cost, the Thompson submachine gun is the most expensive of all submachine gun weapons, you see that the Soviet ** Sha, the British Stern, and the German MP40 are all cheaper than him." Moreover, limited to production materials and processing technology, the Thompson submachine gun has the problems of serious barrel rifling wear and serious loss of range and accuracy after long-term use. ”

"I recommend you to check out the AKM rifle produced by FN Company, in terms of power, range and accuracy, the Thompson submachine gun is not comparable to him, and in terms of cost, the AKM rifle is much cheaper than the Thompson submachine gun." Albert has been talking about it for so long, just to sell him the AKM rifle. The first is to expand the sales channels of their own goods, and second, to establish a good relationship with the Italian underground society is also conducive to entering the Italian arms market, and as for the third, maybe you can also find an opportunity to disgust Beretta.

"The AKM rifle, I've heard all the rumors about it, it is said to be a firearm designed by a thirteen-year-old prince of the Belgian royal family, and it has been widely acclaimed." Old George looked at Albert with a burning eye, "I think I should have guessed your identity." ”

Albert smiled silently, and old George also understood that some things could only be understood but not spoken, and he had always dealt with politicians as much as possible, not to mention that the prince in front of him was only 13 years old, and the composure he had just shown at the scene of the murder could not even be done by an adult.

Old George coughed, he took the badge symbolizing the Italian mafia family from his ring finger, and handed it to Albert, "Child, this is your passport to any country in the world where mafia exists, and for the benefactor of the Genoveza family, our family will try to meet your requirements." ”

Albert spread his hands and said helplessly, "I don't have any tokens to give you, but in the future, if someone from the Genovessa family comes to FN to purchase arms, I will be happy to give you a big discount." ”

Albert blinked at the same time and said, "And we're going to design a submachine gun that the gangster family will love to use." ”