Bodyguards are a very magical profession. This profession was once in the world after the economic boom. There were 1.6 million registered bodyguards in the United States alone, ranging from the lowest level of $65 per hour to the millions of top bodyguards. If you have been to the best security company in the United States, you can choose as casually as shopping in supermarkets. After the Internet appears, you can place orders directly on the Internet. So, what is the most familiar bodyguard character for ordinary people?

Is it Lee in "The Bodyguard of Zhongnanhai" or Denzel Washington in "The Furious Rescue"?

Sorry, in fact, none of these are.

Except for a very small number of real bodyguards who become boyfriends and girlfriends with their employers, there are very few emotional entanglements with their employers. The most famous case of becoming boyfriends and girlfriends with their employers is that Aunt Gaga, who dares not sleep alone, asks the bodyguard to accompany her.

So, what is a real bodyguard like?

It was when Reagan, who had just taken office for 69 days in 1981, was assassinated, and countless people who gave up their lives and threw themselves at him. The shocking photo can still be found on the Internet. Without those dedicated bodyguards, Reagan's anti-abortion, military expansion, tough confrontation with Hezbollah and other well-known deeds later, no one would know about him. He would have become the shortest-lived one among the previous presidents.

Are the bodyguards stupid? They can pay their lives for money? This is all the time. The bodyguards around Reagan definitely do not belong to the security company. The sense of mission in soldiers will make them rush over as soon as they see danger. In addition, the person who assassinated Reagan uses guns. The bodyguards wearing bodyguards know that they will not die as long as they are not exposed to the headshot.

However, the bodyguards around Gu Ke were also wearing bodyguards, and their salary was even many times higher than that of Reagan. However, after everyone saw Chekov stuffing a grenade into his crotch, their choice was to avoid it.

The bodyguard near the front door stepped out and rushed out. The bodyguard near the back door was looking for sofas that could withstand shrapnel everywhere. One of the bodyguards guarding the passage simply turned over and jumped into the bar. The guy staring at Chekov squatted down and hid with the bear!

Gu Ke was completely confused!

My lungs almost burst out!

But he forgot that Chekov was not the bullets that were stuffed into his crotch, but the grenades for a moment. The bodyguards wearing bullet vests did dare to carry bullets. But at a moment when national interests and national honor and disgrace were not involved, except for police, firefighters, and soldiers, did anyone dare to wear bullet vests to hold grenades? The power of explosion alone could shatter all the internal organs!

Gu Ke, who was completely lost, had given up his life, but at this moment he felt someone pulling his belt. When he looked up, Eugene, who was so majestic in the boxing ring, was reaching out to pull out his grenade.

At that moment, Gu Ke's eyes changed when he looked at Eugene. This underground boxing champion trained in the snow and ice in Siberia was originally just his money-making tool, but from the moment he appeared at this critical moment, Gu Ke swears in his heart that as long as he can still live, Eugene will become the person he trusts the most, no doubt about it.

Click.

The sound of the bullet loading came the most surprised person in the bar at that moment was the bodyguard hiding with Chekov. He saw the dark muzzle pointing to his chest, and then...

Bang!

A gunshot was heard, and the bodyguard who was kneeling and hiding behind the sofa was directly bombarded by ****. Under the strong impact, the kneeling position changed from kneeling to leaning back. After the back hit the ground, it kept rolling for nearly three meters before stopping on the corner of the table.

The shot was so scary that Eugene's hand, which had just held the grenade, shook violently. At the same time, he felt a warm current flowing through his hands, making him feel irritated.

"The grenade is fake!"

Chekov stood up amid Eugene's shouting, and said in a muffled voice, "Hey, bastard, who said I didn't have a chance to shoot?"

Click.

The sound of the bullet loading appeared. Eugene had no time to think about it. She grabbed the grenade in Gu Ke's crotch that had not sounded for such a long time and threw it out. Then she didn't look at the situation behind her and pulled Gu Ke to hit the backrest of the sofa that he had just sat on.

People react subconsciously. Chekov knew that Eugene would not hurt him, but he could not control himself to go beyond his body to avoid him. At this critical moment, the sofa in front of him had already turned over. When he pulled the trigger according to the preset procedure in his brain, after a gunshot from the "bang", he only saw that the wooden board on the base of the sofa had broken open countless gaps.

This is Chekov's entire plan!

The bear knew that he could not successfully take down Gu Ke, who had many bodyguards alone, so he brought a grenade, which was still the same military-style defensive grenade. The grenade was originally placed in the window in the warehouse at home. On the day he put it in, Chekov had already removed the striker. This thing was originally placed as a collectible and had never thought of using it.

Grenades are double insurances. The insurance piece is stuck in the striker. The safety pulling ring is stuck in the insurance piece. The procedure is used to pull the safety pulling ring and release the safety pulling ring and throw it out. During this process, the striker will ignite the internal gunpowder by impacting the fuse and eventually explode. But there is no striker in Chekov's grenade. The effect he wants is to drive the emotions of others through his own dodge and let others make room. Then, Chekov stood up with the gun, held up with the gun, and started interrogation. At most, fire two shots on Guke's legs or not only where he needs, so that he could experience the pain of the bullet passing through his body.

Otherwise, why did this bear take out ******* after entering the door? All he wants is speed, otherwise why would he hold ******* and hit the bodyguard's chest, because he expected that it was the strongest position of the bodyguard!

As long as you ask for information from Guke, Chekov will take him away, then kill Craig, and put the established facts in front of everyone. This is not a crime.

Unexpectedly, something unexpected happened. Gu Ke had a lifeless Eugene around him. In the blink of an eye, he had only the choice of fighting to the death!

There is no room for maneuver!

Chekov had lost all the plans in his mind at this moment. It seemed that using wisdom was not his strength. At present, he could only regard this place as a battlefield and hostage Gu Ke as a complete revenge.

Let’s fight!

Whether it is dead in battle or being arrested, Chekov will never retreat!

In the bar, the bear immediately stepped out of the shell with a "click" sound, and ignored Gu Ke's big strides. The enemy that threatened him the most was the bodyguard with a gun on his body, not the owner of the Siberian company.

Bang!

Another gunshot came, and the bodyguard that had just emerged in the bar bar counter was forced to retreat back by the gunshot. The wine rack behind him was hit by a bullet. Countless bottles exploded under the attack of the shotgun. The liquid began to flow out along the broken and falling wine bottle. As the bottle fell to the ground, the sound of the scattered liquid was constantly blowing in the bar counter. As the liquid scattered and dripping dripped, the fragrance of the wine overflowed.

bump!

When Chekov walked to the bodyguard who was hit in the chest by ****, he swung his feet and rolled them up on the other party's cheek as he struggled to get up. Under this kick, the bodyguard who was kicked ran back again and moved back a full meter against the table. This time, his head broke the bone restrictions and leaned back at an unimaginable half-fold angle. The sound of fractured joints was extremely cunning in the bar after the gunshots subsided.

Click.

The bodyguard lay on the ground without any reaction. After his head was poked back, the angle was still only a shot in the horror movie.

Chekov was scruples, and only flames were still burning. This was not resentment, but a fighting spirit that belonged to men like them, a unique fanaticism between iron-blooded soldiers and war machines, and the fierceness of roaring between life and death.

Bang!

Another gunshot was heard, and ******* was hiding at the bodyguard who was hiding at the back door. When at least two of the other bodyguards had locked him, the bear supported the bar with one hand and leaped up his legs. His legs swung along the side and jumped over the table and disappeared into the bar in an instant.

Bang!

Still the gunshots, Chekov squatted into the bar, and no matter if anyone in front of him pulled the trigger, the bodyguard who had just been forced to lower his waist to avoid was hit directly from the side. There were bullet holes on his arms and cheeks. He fell down as if he had been chiseled on his head by a heavy hammer.

Chekov did not stop, pulled out Glock 22 along the back, aimed at the opponent's head and shot him again.

Bang.

After the gunshots, the remaining bodyguards shouted in the bar: "Take Mr. Guke out of here!"

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

The bodyguards no longer cared about the boss's face. The two of them held his arm and didn't even pull the time to turn around. It seemed that they would be completely safe as long as they walked out of this door.

Outside the door, in the alley covered by shadows, Yoda stood against the wall, and her black long skirt was labeled. I don’t know which clothing store she smashed to grab it. She wore a pure black leather glove in her hand and shined under the street light. In her hand, she was carrying two special guns for F-pist, namely Glock 22 and Glock 26. Those who are familiar with American dramas must know that the Glock 26 is the gun of the F-pist, which is the one hidden at the ankle.

At night, the cold wind blew, Yoda's skirt swung slightly in the wind, her eyes staring at the front door of the bar, and people stood in the alley across the road like a scope locking here without moving.

bump.

The door of the bar was pushed open, and the bodyguards shouted: "Go and drive, hurry!"

At the same moment, Yoda raised his gun-holding hands and stood out from the shadows.

Under the street lights, the Concerto of Death was played like a violin by Glock 26 after a symphony full of tyranny.

Bang!
Chapter completed!