Three white Iveco came. The cars were brand new. There was very little dust on the tires, and the steel rims and glass were shiny. They were the three that Jiang Cheng had just bought from the 4S store in the morning. They hadn't even had their license plates insured yet. Gao Ye and his son, as well as a group of bodyguards, saw the back door of the three Iveco cars open. More than 30 young men in Marine training uniforms jumped down from the cars. They were all elite soldiers Jiang Cheng had recently selected from the security team of the group. Their usual salary was more than double that of other security guards. They ate a special diet with high calories and high nutrition. They usually didn't have to be on duty. Their daily work was to exercise in the fitness club on the fourth floor of the group and practice Sanda, so they were dressed in short clothes every day.
Today, dozens of soldiers were practicing Sanda in the group as usual, but suddenly the leading instructor, Liu Dazhi, said that President Jiang had an order. Everyone immediately rushed to the company downstairs for a mission. More than 30 young men practiced fighting in the gym every day. They were extremely bored. When the instructor said there was a mission, the team members were very excited. Each of them only wore a thin coat and rushed downstairs without even taking their weapons. When they got downstairs, they found that there were already three brand-new Iveco cars parked at the entrance of the building. The back seats of the Iveco cars were all removed. The windows of each car were only half covered with film. This was because when Jiang Cheng made the phone call, the film had not been completely covered.
After more than 30 strong men got off the car, they lined up and reported their numbers. There were a total of 33 people, including instructor Liu Dazhi. Looking at the 33 soldiers in thin Marine combat uniforms, Gao Ye's group of bodyguards couldn't help but feel a little afraid. The other side looked like well-trained soldiers at first glance. Looking at the flat fists on their fists, it was obvious that they were beaten like this by hitting sandbags. Moreover, the number of people on the other side was more than double that of their side. They knew the result without fighting.
This was the reinforcements that Jiang Cheng had just called for, in case the other side had helpers. He didn't expect that Gao Shan would really dare to call so many people. He really ran into the muzzle of a gun.
Jiang Cheng looked at his elite subordinates in front of him and directly pulled Lin Ziyang out of the encirclement of the bodyguards. He walked in front of them and said, "All of you, at ease!"
Out of reflex, No. 33 took a deep breath. Their movements were neat and uniform. Jiang Cheng nodded in satisfaction. The temperature outside was only a few degrees Celsius, and No. 33 was wearing a thin military uniform without epaulets. None of them moved, which fully reflected their qualities as soldiers.
Jiang Cheng said in a loud voice, "Comrades, I have a difficult task for you now! Do you have the confidence to complete it? "
All thirty-three of them replied in unison, "Yes!" Their voices were deafening, and the hot air coming out of the soldiers' mouths was like the steam from boiling water.
Jiang Cheng pointed at the group of bodyguards on his right and said, "First row, step out. Your task is to beat them until even their mothers can't recognize them. But don't kill them, and don't leave any traces. Can you do it?"
The eleven soldiers in the first row didn't answer this time. They used their actions to prove that they could.
They lined up in a formation and rushed toward the bodyguards at the same time. The dozen sports school students with baseball bats and nunchaku were dumbfounded. The other side had given them enough respect, and didn't bully them with numbers. They only sent eleven people, while they still had fifteen people. They had the advantage in numbers, but the bodyguards just couldn't muster up their courage. The eleven people on the other side weren't human at all; they were like eleven fierce tigers.
But at this moment, if they didn't give it their all, they wouldn't have the face to receive the high salary from their boss in the future. So the fifteen sports school students all mustered up their courage, waving the bats in their hands and rushing forward, hoping to beat them in one go.
But dreams were beautiful, but reality was cruel. As soon as the two sides met, the bodyguards realized how childish they were. These eleven people weren't ordinary soldiers. Jiang Cheng had trained them according to the training methods of the special forces. They ran five kilometers with twenty kilograms of weight every day, did three hours of combat training every day, and did five hundred push-ups every day. This was only one-tenth of what Jiang Cheng had trained in Wolf Fang. When Jiang Cheng first entered Wolf Fang, he only slept three hours a day on average, and the remaining twenty-one hours were spent training, training, and training. Compared to the soldiers he had personally trained, they were living like gods.
The eleven team members charged left and right among the bodyguards, punching them until the fifteen bodyguards covered their heads and scurried away. A few of the better fighters hit the team members with sticks, using all their strength, but after a few hits, they were completely fine. Their bodies were full of muscles, and a stick hitting them was like a tickle. The sports school students who hit the team members with sticks were the focus of everyone's attention. The punches on their stomachs were like drumbeats. The sports school students vomited their lunch, and when they vomited, there was nothing left to vomit, so they threw up stomach acid.
The smarter bodyguards saw the situation. It was clearly a one-sided fight. The opponents were organized soldiers, and it wasn't something that the sports school students who practiced Sanda could handle. After a few hits, they lay on the ground with their hands over their heads and their bodies curled up like snails, protecting the important parts of their bodies.
Gao Ye and his son stood at the side in a daze. Where the f * ck did this group of powerful soldiers pop out from? This was completely a one-sided beating. His elite subordinates were beaten to the point where they didn't even have the strength to fight back. Gao Ye couldn't care so much anymore. He picked up his phone and shakily dialed the number of his backer in the Public Security Bureau.
"Hello, is this Director Wu? Come quickly, I'm at the entrance of the automobile market. There's a group of soldiers causing trouble here. They're almost beating my subordinates to death. If you don't come, they're going to die! "
When Superintendent Wu heard that there was such a serious incident happening in his jurisdiction, he immediately gathered his men and led dozens of police officers to the scene in a police car. That was something that could not be tolerated.
The beating at the entrance of the automobile market was still going on. The pedestrians and vehicles that were passing by stopped one after another. Even the people inside the automobile market were alarmed. The staff from each 4S store ran out to watch the battle. The people who were buying cars stopped buying cars and watched martial arts movies first. The maintenance workers who were repairing cars also put down the oil in their hands and ran out of the workshop with screwdrivers and wrenches. Soon, the entrance of the entire automobile market was surrounded by people.
The onlookers saw a group of people in military uniforms fighting with a group of people in suits. Although it was said to be a fight, everyone could see that it was a one-sided beating. The people in suits were all lying on the ground, motionless. Some of them were still vomiting acid, and after a while, they vomited blood. At first glance, it was obvious that they had suffered internal injuries.
Jiang Cheng looked at the situation and felt that it was about time. He signaled Liu Dazhi to call the people back. When Liu Dazhi saw that his boss had spoken, he immediately shouted the slogan to assemble. As soon as the slogan was shouted, the eleven people who were fighting resentfully returned to the formation.
When the first team returned, Jiang Cheng immediately pointed to the BMW 760 parked on the side of the road and several other cars parked together. He shouted, "Second row, third row, smash those cars for me!"
The remaining twenty-two young men were itching to fight when they saw their comrades fighting so vigorously, but they couldn't join the fight. Now their boss had given an order, but he actually asked them to smash the cars. If they wanted to smash the cars, then so be it. At least they could satisfy their craving with the hands. But if they wanted to smash the cars, they needed tools. They all came empty-handed. Where could they find tools like hammers to smash the cars?
But it didn't matter. The enthusiastic spectators outside had ready-made wrenches. Twenty-two team members rushed to the onlookers and borrowed dozens of oversized wrenches. A few of the team members only borrowed one wrench and were still missing one. But it didn't matter. The group of bodyguards lying on the ground had brought baseball bats, which were also good for smashing cars.
So the twenty-two members rushed to the front of the motorcade and smashed the cars, especially the BMW 760. A clever soldier even smashed the window, opened the door, and opened the hood. Then he picked up the wrench and hit the engine hard. The BMW's warning light kept flashing. When the young man saw the BMW's flashing lights, he thought it was dazzling, so he smashed all the headlights with a few more wrenches.
When the other team members saw this, they followed suit. They lifted the covers of the other cars and smashed them. A BMW 760, a Buick MPV, and three Volkswagens were completely smashed into pieces. The mechanic at the BMW 4S shop looked at the 760 that was smashed beyond recognition and said, "How much will it cost to fix this? I reckon we'll have to buy a new engine!"
The technical director, who was standing by and watching the battle, said, "How can we repair it? This car can be sent directly to the scrapyard. Look at these soldiers. They are too f * cking professional at smashing cars. They don't leave any blind spots, not even the parts.
Jiang Cheng saw that the smashing was almost done, so he asked Liu Dazhi to call everyone back. Liu Dazhi shouted to gather, and the twenty-two members immediately stopped smashing cars and returned to the line. Jiang Cheng asked the members to return the wrenches they borrowed. But when the members picked up the wrenches, they found that they were all deformed. Jiang Cheng had no choice but to take out the remaining thousands of yuan from his bag and ask Liu Dazhi for another few thousand. Together, they had more than 8,000 yuan, which was the money for the tools allocated to the mechanic.
The mechanic workers each received a few hundred yuan. A big wrench was only a few dozen yuan, so they earned two or three hundred yuan out of thin air. All of them were overjoyed. They really wished that this kind of thing could happen a few times a day!
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