Chapter 1 Extreme Counterattack

The gun in front of me is a Glock 17, and I can recognize it at a glance.

The highlight can also tell that this gun is the fourth generation Glock 17.

There are five generations of Glock 17. The difference between the first and second generations is not obvious. The third generation has a tactical rail on the front end of the sleeve. The fourth generation has added markings on the sleeve. The fifth generation has eliminated the grip finger. Slots, these are the more obvious external changes of the Glock 17 pistol.

But I'm ashamed to say that it was only when the gun was placed against my forehead that I could see the words "gen 4" engraved on the sleeve. I then confirmed that this gun was the fourth generation of Glock.

Who would identify the model of the pistol being held against them when a gun is pressed against their head?

It’s someone like Gao Guang.

Not to mention being put to the head with a gun, even if he was shot, as long as he was still alive, Gao Guang had to figure out whether he was hit by a 9mm Paparazzi bullet or a .45acp bullet.

As a military fan, as a military fan who has no gun in his hand but a gun in his heart, being able to identify the model of the gun is the limit of what Gao Guang can do at this moment.

His hands were tied behind his back, his mouth was wrapped with tape, and he was forced to kneel on the ground with the highlight of a gun on his forehead.

At this moment, Gao Guang felt nothing but regret and fear.

The regret is that he really shouldn't have come to Mexico, let alone Tijuana, otherwise he wouldn't have been kidnapped.

The scary thing is that he was shot to death by the kidnappers here, not even his body was left, and no one even knew that he had been killed.

After forcing Gao Guang to kneel down with a gun, he saw that Gao Guang was very obedient and motionless. The gangster who kidnapped him put away the gun, then looked at the only person sitting in the room and said: "Boss, we found it in the city. He, he just got out of the taxi, and then I kidnapped him."

The kidnapper delivered a small bag to the boss. The small bag contained a high-gloss passport, a mobile phone, a ticket, and a wallet.

The boss was sitting on a white plastic chair with a pair of Air Force Ones on his feet. He was wearing jeans on his lower body and a light gray linen suit on his upper body. Inside the suit was a light pink shirt. His hair was combed very delicately and his mouth was He had a carefully groomed mustache and a strong smell of perfume.

From the outside, the kidnapper's boss is a fashionable man, and he doesn't look very vicious.

But there was another person behind the kidnapper boss who looked very fierce. He should be a bodyguard, and the bodyguard held a submachine gun in his hand and never put it down.

As if out of faith, Gao Guang couldn't help but identify the submachine gun again and confirmed that it was an MP7.

Gao Guang didn't dare to look at the kidnapper's boss too much, but the kidnapper's boss looked at Gao Guang carefully, then opened the zipper of the small bag, flipped through it twice, and took out Gao Guang's passport from the compartment dedicated to documents. .

They didn't even open their passports. They just looked at the cover and the boss started shaking his head. After he opened the passport and carefully looked at the visas in the passport, the boss immediately threw the passport on the round table with a look of disgust.

"He is Chinese, and you idiots kidnapped a Chinese man for me!"

The person who kidnapped Gao Guang looked a little confused and said, "What's wrong with the Chinese people?"

"What's wrong? Because if a Chinese person is kidnapped, the Chinese Consulate General in Tijuana will contact the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs, the Mexican Ministry of Foreign Affairs will contact the Tijuana Police Department, and the police department will ask me for the person. In this case, not only will I take It’s going to be a lot of trouble if you don’t have the money, understand?”

The kidnapper was still confused. He made a puzzled gesture and said, "But he has no way to call the police, and he has no chance to contact the Consulate General."

The boss picked up the high-gloss passport, turned to the page with the visa, and said: "Look at his visa, he just entered the country from Tijuana today, and there is only one visa on this passport, and it is a tourist visa. Generally speaking, this means that there is no one in Tijuana willing to pay the ransom for him, so he and his family can only ask for the ransom, and then his family will contact the embassy if they are not stupid. Very simple logic, now understand?"

The kidnapper was silent for a moment after hearing the boss's words. Then he pointed to the high-gloss small bag and said: "There is his bank card in it. Ask for the password of the bank card and take out all the money in his card."

The boss shrugged and said, "This guy is obviously a pauper. He doesn't have much money in his bank card. It's not worth the unnecessary trouble of going to an ATM to withdraw money."

The kidnapper looked at Gao Guang and said suspiciously, "Is he a pauper?"

The boss pointed at the highlight and said: "His jacket, his T-shirt, his pants, and his shoes. Although I don't know the brand, I can tell from the material and workmanship that they are all cheap goods. His whole body is dressed in... It won’t cost more than a hundred bucks.”

After talking about Gao Guang's outfit, the boss took out the high-gloss broken mobile phone from the small bag, shook it towards a few people, and said disdainfully: "A mobile phone brand I don't recognize, but don't worry about the brand, a used one A young person with a broken screen phone will never be a rich person.”

Throwing the phone on the table, the boss waved his hand with a dissatisfied look on his face: "You have to learn how to identify rich people, so that you don't kidnap a poor foreigner who will cause trouble and not have much profit."

Gao Guang almost wanted to cheer for this wise boss, because every word the kidnapper leader said was on point. He was a pauper, the kind of hostage who had little profit but would cause a lot of trouble.

Now Gao Guang had some hope. Maybe these kidnappers would let him go because he was too poor.

But the boss said calmly: "Since he is not worth the ransom, it will be troublesome to let him go. Just kill him."

Kill him directly?

Gao Guang, who had not dared to move, suddenly moved. He did not dare to show any abnormality just now, but now Gao Guang just wanted to let these kidnappers know that he could speak Spanish, and then let him say a few words, so that he could spend money to avoid disaster and save his life, so he began to struggle and made a humming sound.

Looking at Gao Guang's appearance, the boss said in surprise: "Can you understand Spanish?"

Gao Guang nodded repeatedly to prove that he could understand Spanish. He felt that he could communicate with these kidnappers in this way. At least he could let these kidnappers ask him how much money he could squeeze out, and then decide whether to kill him.

But these kidnappers were really inhumane and had no patience. They were not interested in listening to Gao Guang's words at all.

The boss waved his hand and said casually: "If he can speak Spanish, he will be dead. Kill him." The kidnapper next to Gao Guang immediately pulled out a pistol from his waist and pointed it at his head again. "What are you doing? Do you want to make blood everywhere here? Strangle him, no, let's go outside to deal with him, so that he won't pee his pants." Hearing the boss's words, Gao Guang fell into complete despair. In despair, Gao Guang was no longer afraid or regretful. He was very angry now. But the meaningless struggle was meaningless. Although Gao Guang was extremely angry at this moment, he was also extremely calm. With his brain running fast, he lowered his head with a look of frustration and despair, and stood up obediently with the two kidnappers holding his arms. Gao Guang did not struggle or resist, which saved the kidnappers a lot of trouble, so the kidnappers did not drag him out, but just grabbed his arm and walked out of the door. If you are not dragged, you can walk steadily by yourself. If you walk by yourself, you have roots under your feet, and the power comes from the ground. Only when you have roots under your feet can you do something. Gao Guang lowered his head. He could see the feet of the two kidnappers, and he could tell the position and distance of the kidnappers.

"Right here."

One of the kidnappers spoke, and then the two kidnappers stopped at the same time and let go.

He couldn't delay any longer. At the moment when the kidnappers stopped, Gao Guang suddenly lowered his body, with his left foot as the axis and his right leg close to the ground, and swept out with a sweeping kick.

He didn't expect to escape, but even if Gao Guang was going to die, he had to give the kidnappers a hard blow first. Even if he couldn't kick the kidnappers to death, he had to make them hurt. Even if he didn't kick the kidnappers, he had to scare them.

Martial arts were not practiced in vain. Gao Guang had practiced martial arts since he was a child, and today it finally came in handy.

This kick did not miss. The kidnapper next to Gao Guang had already raised his gun, but was caught off guard by Gao Guang's heavy kick on his ankle, and then he fell to the ground to one side.

Then he suddenly jumped up, and with a neat and swift mid-air roundhouse kick, he kicked the neck of another kidnapper beside him.

After the sweeping kick, there was a roundhouse kick, which was a routine that Gao Guang had practiced well.

Who said that martial arts routines were useless?

Even if martial arts routines could not be used on the ring or in actual combat, and had become performance items, Gao Guang, who had practiced routines since childhood, was at least physically agile and responsive. Even with his hands tied behind his back, he could still knock both kidnappers to the ground with a sweeping kick followed by a roundhouse kick.

But Gao Guang, whose hands were tied behind his back, also lost his balance and fell to the ground as well.

Looking at it again at this time, it was found that the practicality of martial arts routines was indeed a bit worse. The two kidnappers did fall to the ground, but the kidnapper who was kicked in the ankle just fell to the ground, and the kidnapper who was kicked in the neck did not lose the ability to move, not to mention that lying on the ground did not prevent him from shooting.

Gao Guang immediately adjusted his posture and tried to get up. At this time, the kidnapper who was knocked down by the sweeping kick raised his gun towards him.

Without bothering to get up, Gao Guang kicked out fiercely, but the kidnapper was out of the attack range of his feet, and he kicked with all his strength, but his kick was in vain.

He didn't have time to think about it, and the moment he kicked in vain, Gao Guang knew he was going to die.

The gun went off, and Gao Guang subconsciously shrank his head, but he was immediately shocked to find that a ball of blood burst out from the head of the kidnapper who pointed the gun at him.

The kidnapper's hand fell to the ground weakly, and then a foot in a boot stepped past Gao Guang's eyes.

In Gao Guang's extremely surprised and surprised eyes, a man dressed in black with a rifle in his hand flashed past him.