"Wan Vieng, Wan Vieng, Captain Wang is not polite, call me Wan Vieng." Ren Wanrong came back to his senses, endured the swelling pain from the wound on his left hand, and glanced at everyone, including the stupid fat man, by the light of the flashlight, and nodded: "They were all deceived by Qi Baotian's bastard, they are all ordinary people, no problem." ”

"Okay, don't panic, follow us, wait for us to go to the pool in the front hall and freshen up, and then leave in the armored car outside the museum." Wang Chen tried his best to comfort the few men and women in front of him except Ren Wanrong, compared to Pablo, who could not speak Chinese, Sheng Qingru, who had bandages around his neck, and only he and Yang Xiaohua could appease these unlucky people who had already been frightened.

Grooming is a must, these people have been tied up for three or two days, those two psychopaths will definitely not give them a chance to excrete waste, Wang Chen doesn't want the armored car to become a septic tank, he must let these survivors clean up their hygiene first.

After freshening up, around the curtains, some trembling people rushed out, the front yard of the museum was still empty, and there were more than a dozen zombies scattered in front of the electric telescopic door, Wang Chen was holding an assault rifle and was about to practice his hands, but Ren Wanrong stepped forward and raised his hand to press down Wang Chen's muzzle, "The sound of gunfire spreads far away, and there will be more trouble." After he finished speaking, he turned around and stretched out his hand to Sheng Qingru, pointing at the whispering submachine gun in Sheng Qingru's hand, but his eyes looked at Wang Chen, "Is it okay?" ”

Wang Chen looked at Ren Wanrong's severed left hand unabashedly, and looked at Ren Wanrong for a few seconds, looking at the other party's chubby face and the eyes that calmly did not look crazy, but contained a trace of pain, and nodded at Sheng Qingru.

When encountering such misfortune, you have to let people vent.

As long as Wang Chen nodded his head, Sheng Qingru of course didn't say anything, took off the submachine gun and handed it to Ren Wanrong, Wang Chen pulled out the pistol and pulled down the hammer at the same time, the intention of vigilance was very obvious, Ren Wanrong smiled understandingly, clamped the front end of the submachine gun with his broken arm, opened the safety load flexibly with his right hand, and then picked up the submachine gun, without aiming, just like that, he held the submachine gun between his arms, facing the zombie group.

Poof.

The whisper does not mean silence, but the decibel is low, the rhythmic sound echoes in everyone's ears, the first two shots just hit the shoulder of a zombie, after a slight adjustment, Ren Wanrong hit a rhythmic short point shot!

Wang Chen was stunned.

If Ma Tian or Fang Qiang were present, they would definitely be very familiar with this scene, just like in the mission they had on the border between China and North Korea, Zhang Fu led the old secret service to play a superb marksmanship, and Ren Wanrong also did not miss the gun, and most of them hit the forehead and eyebrows of the zombies! It is true that Zhang Fu and their shooting distance at that time was far away Ren Wanrong at the moment, or shooting at a moving target, no matter how wide the courtyard of the county-level museum was, the straight-line distance was only a few tens of meters, and the zombies stood still in front of the telescopic door, almost a fixed target, and the submachine gun was a pistol bullet, and the recoil was much smaller than that of an assault rifle or even a light machine gun, which was easy to control, but, don't forget, Ren Wanrong only has one hand!

This kind of marksmanship that is soaked into the bones and forms muscle memory and brain subconscious is far from being comparable to a gunner like Wang Chen, even if Wang Chen holds a gun and blasts the zombie's head with a standard shooting action, he doesn't dare to say that he can have such a hit rate, but Ren Wanrong almost single-handed gun is aimed at all by feeling, and hits a hit rate close to 100%!

Fifty magazines, Ren Wanrong only used less than thirty, and the museum's telescopic door was full of dead zombies, this time, they were really 'dead'.

Wang Chen didn't praise or show more surprise, after Ren Wanrong returned the submachine gun to Sheng Qingru, he patted Ren Wanrong on the shoulder thoughtfully, "Get in the car first, the details, on the way." ”

If it weren't for the fact that he was almost eaten as a live can, with his experience in his forties, he would not have worked so hard to express himself, it is better to be ugly than to hide clumsy, low-key and introverted is the most common code of conduct for people of Ren Wanrong's age, it can be seen that the experience of the museum has stimulated Ren Wanrong quite hugely!

In Ren Wanrong's view, in recent years, laws and regulations have been wiped out! When you encounter strangers, you must be very careful, and you can't trust people easily! It is already unexpectedly lucky to be able to find the special service team to save his life through the old relationship, and whether he can let the special service team take him in, shelter himself or even be willing to let himself pick up the gun again and fight with them in the last days, naturally depends on whether he has enough ability to impress the other party!

Therefore, Ren Wanrong gritted his teeth and endured the pain of the wound, even at the expense of letting the wound rupture and bleed again due to the recoil of the submachine gun, and he had to make a miraculous shooting performance.

Wang Chen's reaction was somewhat unexpected by Ren Wanrong, was the other party well-informed or did he say that he was missing his left hand after all, so he couldn't be of great use, so he could only be a waste? You're a young guy who is the captain of the secret service team, and you really think of yourself as a character, right?! The encounter in the museum also made Ren Wanrong's mentality a little unbalanced, and seeing that the performance did not achieve the expected effect, an evil fire rose in his heart, and his teeth creaked.

"Oops, your wounds are bleeding!" After getting into the car, Yang Xiaohua's eyes were sharp, and the wound of the current Wanrong was oozing blood, so he hurriedly took out the on-board medical box, first injected Ren Wanrong with local anesthesia to reduce the pain, and clumsily treated Ren Wanrong's wound.

Ren Wanrong looked at Yang Xiaohua's focused expression, enduring the slight stinging pain of the wound stitches, the evil fire in his heart came and went quickly, more than forty years of life, of course Ren Wanrong has his own bottom line of life, even if he is despised by Wang Chen, he still can't do the things that will be avenged.

Forget it, what are you jumping on when you're crippled, but you're really unwilling to eat idle like this, is this considered a tiger falling into Pingyang?

The corners of Ren Wanrong's mouth revealed a wry smile.

In fact, Ren Wanrong really wronged Wang Chen, he even asked Pablo to do the work of driving after he got in the car, and he sat in the passenger seat, obviously thinking about things.

Because Wang Chen realized a problem from Ren Wanrong's performance.

Not only Wang Chen, but everyone in the 08 squad, including Fang Qiang, who claims to have rich social experience, has overlooked a very important detail, how likely is a person who has a certain connection with the security department or the upper echelons of the country to be an ordinary person who is good for nothing? Odds, right? If the people who ask for help are not ordinary people, most of them will know some survival skills, at the very least, they will be proficient in operating guns, when they have to go to the relationship to call for help, how big will the trouble be around them?

Is it really just an informal email asking for help? Is it really something that can be solved by a special service like Team 08, which is a halfway monk?

I'm afraid, no one can say well.

At the end of the day, informal rescue missions should not be viewed with too much optimism.

This time, it's just that Sheng Qingru has an extra knife mark on her neck, and next time, no matter how careless she is, there is nowhere to find regret medicine for all the people to receive the lunch.