Firepower is king.

Chapter 1 Ultimate Anti-kill
The gun in front of him is a Glock 17, and he can recognize it at a glance.

Gao Guang can also tell that this gun is the fourth generation of Glock 17.

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

But I am ashamed to say that the gun was on the forehead, and the words gen 4 engraved on the sleeve could be seen. Only then did Gao Guang confirm that this gun is the fourth generation of Glock.

Who would know the model of the pistol that is being held against their head when a gun is held against their head?

That's Gao Guang.

Not to mention being shot in the head, even if he was shot, as long as he is still alive, Gao Guang has to figure out whether he was hit by a 9mm Paparabellum bullet or a .45acp bullet.

As a military fan, as a military fan with no gun in his hand and 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 Gao Guang with a gun on his forehead was forced to kneel on the ground.

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

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

What is frightening is that he was shot to death by the kidnappers here, and even the body was not left behind, and no one even knew that he had been killed.

After forcing Gao Guang to kneel down with a gun, seeing that Gao Guang remained motionless, the gangster who had tied him put away his gun, and then looked at the only person sitting in the room and said, "Boss, we found him in the urban area. He, he just got out of the taxi, and then I tied him up."

The kidnapper delivered a small package to the boss, which contained Gao Guang's passport, mobile phone, air ticket, and a wallet.

The boss sat on a white plastic chair, with a pair of Air Force One on his feet, jeans on his lower body, a light gray linen suit on his upper body, and a light pink shirt inside the suit. He had a well-groomed mustache and a strong smell of perfume on his body.

From the outside, the kidnapper's boss is a trendy guy, and he doesn't seem very vicious.

But there was another person behind the kidnapper boss who looked very fierce. It 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 identifying the submachine gun again, confirming 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 unzipped the small bag, flipped through it twice, and took out Gao Guang's passport from the special compartment for holding documents .

They didn't even open the passport, but the boss just looked at the cover and shook his head. After he opened the passport and carefully looked at the visa on the passport, the boss immediately threw the passport on the round table with a look of disgust.

"He is from Huaxia, you idiots have kidnapped a Chinese from me!"

The person who tied Gao Guang here seemed a little puzzled, and asked, "What's wrong with the Huaxia people?"

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

The kidnapper was still very puzzled, he made a puzzled gesture and said: "But he can't call the police, and he has no chance to contact the consulate general."

The boss picked up Gao Guang's 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 in this passport, and it is a tourist visa. Usually this means that there is no one in Tijuana who is willing to pay him a ransom, so that he and his family can only ask for the ransom, and then his family will contact the embassy if they are not stupid. Simple logic, now understand?"

Hearing what the boss said, the kidnapper was silent for a moment, then he pointed to Gao Guang's small bag and said, "It contains his bank card, ask for the password of the bank card, and take out all the money in his card."

The boss shrugged his shoulders and said, "This guy is obviously a poor guy. He doesn't have much money in his bank card. It's not worth going to the ATM machine to get money and causing unnecessary trouble."

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

The boss pointed to Gao Guang and said: "His coat, his T-shirt, his pants, and his shoes, although I don't know the brand, but I can tell from the material and workmanship that they are all cheap. It definitely doesn't cost more than a hundred dollars."

After talking about Gao Guang's outfit, the boss took out Gao Guang's broken mobile phone from his small bag, shook it at several people, and said disdainfully: "It's a mobile phone brand that I don't know, but don't care what brand it is. A young man with a broken phone will never be a rich man."

Throwing the mobile phone on the table, the boss waved his hand with dissatisfaction: "You still have to learn how to distinguish the rich, so that you won't kidnap a foreign pauper who will cause trouble and doesn't have much profit."

Gao Guang wanted to applaud this bright-eyed boss, because the leader of the kidnappers said every word to the point. He was a poor man, the kind of hostage who would cause a lot of trouble for nothing.

Now Gao Guang has some hope, maybe the kidnappers will let him go because he is too poor.

But the boss said indifferently: "Since he is not worth the ransom, it will be very troublesome if he is released, so just kill him."

Killed directly?
Gao Guang, who had been afraid to move, suddenly moved. He didn't dare to show the slightest strangeness just now, but now Gao Guang just wants to let these kidnappers know that he can speak Spanish, and then let him say a few words, so that he can spend money and save money. Disaster came to save his own life, so he began to struggle, and his mouth began to make a whining sound.

Looking at Gao Guang, the boss asked in surprise, "Can you understand Spanish?"

Gao Guang nodded again and again, proving that he could indeed understand Spanish. He felt that in this way he could be someone to communicate with. At least the kidnappers could ask how much oil and water he could extract before deciding whether to kill him.

But these kidnappers are really inhumane and impatient. They have no interest in listening to Gao Guang.

The boss waved his hand casually, and said lightly: "If you can speak Spanish, you will die even more. Get rid of him."

The kidnapper next to Gao Guang immediately pulled out the pistol from his waist and pointed the gun at his head again.

"What for? Do you want to get blood everywhere in here? Strangled him, no, or go outside and deal with him before he pees his pants."

Hearing what the boss said, Gao Guang fell into complete despair.

Under despair, Gao Guang is no longer afraid or regretful, and now he is very angry.

But pointless struggle is meaningless. Although Gao Guang is extremely angry at this moment, he is also extremely calm. With his brain running rapidly, he lowered his head in frustration and despair, and obediently stood with his arms supported by the two kidnappers. stand up.

Gao Guang didn't struggle or resist, which saved the kidnapper a lot of trouble, so the kidnapper didn't drag him out, but just grabbed his arm and walked out of the room.

You can walk steadily without being dragged. When you walk by yourself, you have roots under your feet, and your strength comes from the ground. Only with roots under your feet can you make a difference.

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 of their hands.

The moment the kidnappers stopped, Gao Guang suddenly shortened his body, with his left foot as the axis and his right leg sticking to the ground, and swept out with a sweeping leg.

He didn't expect to be able to escape, but even if Gao Guang was going to die, he had to give the kidnapper a hard time, even if he couldn't kill the kidnapper, he had to make the kidnapper hurt, and even if he didn't kick the kidnapper, he had to scare the kidnapper.

Martial arts are not practiced in vain. The martial arts that Gao Guang has practiced since he was a child has finally come in handy today.

The kick did not fail, and the kidnapper beside Gao Guang had already raised his gun, but was caught off guard by Gao Guang's kick, which hit his ankle heavily, and then fell to the ground suddenly to one side.

Then he jumped up suddenly, and kicked another kidnapper beside him hard in the neck with a crisp volley round kick.

Sweeping the legs is a roundabout kick, which is a routine that Gao Guang has practiced.

Who said martial arts routines are useless.

Even if martial arts routines can't be played in the ring or in actual combat, it has been reduced to a performance event, but the highlight of practicing routines since childhood is at least strong and responsive. The kidnappers fell to the ground.

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

Looking at it again at this time, I found that the actual combat performance of the martial arts routines was indeed a bit poor. The two kidnappers did fall to the ground, but the kidnapper who was kicked to the ankle just fell to the ground, and the kidnapper who was kicked to the neck did not lose his ability to move. What's more, lying on the ground does not hinder shooting.

Gao Guang immediately adjusted his posture and tried to stand up. At this time, the kidnapper who was brought down by Sweat's legs raised his gun at him.

Regardless of getting up, Gao Guang kicked it out fiercely, but the kidnapper was not within the attacking range of his feet, so he kicked it with all his strength.

There was no time for any mental activity, Gao Guang knew he was going to die the moment he kicked empty.

When the gun rang, Gao Guang shrank his head subconsciously, but he was immediately shocked to find that a cloud 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 wearing a boot stepped past Gao Guang's eyes.

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

(End of this chapter)