"Chef! Cover me!"
Song Heping's voice reached the chef's headset.
Without a word, he quickly picked up his gun and began a suppressive sweep toward the direction of the overpass.
"Grey Wolf! Hold the people on the bridge, give them a moment!"
Grey Wolf, upon receiving the command, also disregarded the danger and returned fire.
The two's fearless counterattack caught the armed militants on the overpass off guard, causing them to bend down and lower their heads to dodge the bullets.
Seizing this gap, Song Heping successfully rushed to the side of the patrol SUV.
Without a word, he pulled open the door and saw Queen cursing in Russian in the back seat.
Seeing Song Heping, she seemed to have seen a rescuer and started complaining to him.
"This bitch, I don't know how she got so strong—help me out!"
Having said that, she disregarded her gun, reached out, grabbed Angel's hands, and with all her strength, shifted her out of the car.
Upon this shift, she found she couldn't move her.
She then yelled at Song Heping, "Her feet! Move her feet!"
Song Heping then saw clearly, Angel's feet were firmly stuck under the front as a base, holding the front and back seats, like a large buckle.
People, under extreme tension, can become stiff and incredibly strong, especially since Angel was certainly not a delicate and frail woman.
No wonder even the Queen couldn't handle her.
Song Heping tried to pry her legs apart.
Straining every muscle, he had just pried them apart when Angel suddenly let out a sharp scream and kicked Song Heping in the chest, sending him straight out of the car.
"Fuck!"
Song Heping couldn't help but curse.
This damn bitch's kick was really not light!
Really strong!
She must work out regularly~ those legs are pretty solid...
A surge of anger rushed up in Song Heping's heart.
If they kept up this struggle and the enemies on the overpass recovered, an RPG could come over and they'd all die here.
She's looking to die, but he didn't want to yet!
Song Heping got up and pounced on her again.
This time he didn't go for her feet, he straddled Angel and started slapping her hard on the face, left and right.
"What the hell are you doing!"
Queen Julia didn't understand Song Heping's actions. As a security personnel, to lay hands on a VIP like this was unheard of.
As he slapped her, Song Heping cursed, "You idiot! Wake up! Do you want to die here?! Wake up! Idiot!"
Maybe it was because he really slapped her too hard, Angel suddenly started crying out loud.
It really hurt!
Her hands loosened and her legs kicked, and she scratched and kicked at Song Heping.
Amidst her sobbing, she also started throwing insults: "FK, you dare hit me! You asshole! You dare hit me!"
Seizing the moment she loosened her grip, Song Heping yelled at the Queen, "You idiot, are you not going to do anything?! Is she stupid and you too?!"
The Queen finally understood and grabbed Angel's hands, taking the chance while she wasn't holding onto the seatbelt, and with one pull, dragged her out of the car.
Song Heping didn't care about the still thrashing and crying Angel; he just grabbed her legs, and together with the Queen, they pulled the troublesome foreign girl out of the car like hauling a pig.
"Hold her down!"
Under the vehicle, Song Heping didn't say much else, directly pulled out a zip-tie from his waist, caught Angel's hands and started tying her up.
Dealing with this kind of VIP was really bad luck.
Song Heping decided to just tie her up and carry her on his shoulder to run out; it'd be easier than dealing like this.
A protection fee of ten thousand US dollars a day was indeed not easy to earn.
Risk and reward were proportional.
Just as Song Heping was tying her up, suddenly an armed militant flashed out from the side, with an AK47 in his hand, aimed directly at him and the Queen.
Song Heping was immediately shocked.
The appearance of the militant was completely unexpected.
He hadn't even noticed where he had come from.
"This is fucked..."
Song Heping thought of drawing his gun, but it was already too late.