Firepower is king

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, and the highlight 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, and 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 and stylish 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 If you don’t get the money, it will still be a lot of trouble, do you 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 will never cost more than a hundred dollars.”

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 spoken by the kidnapper leader 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 has some hope. Maybe the kidnappers will let him go because he is too poor.

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

Kill directly?

Gao Guang, who had been afraid to move, suddenly moved. He didn't dare to show anything strange 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 avoid losing money. The disaster came to save his own life, so he began to struggle and began to make whining sounds.

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

Gao Guang nodded repeatedly, proving that he could indeed understand Spanish. He felt that this way he could be someone he could communicate with, and at least the kidnappers could ask him how much money he could squeeze out, and then decide whether to kill him.

But these kidnappers were really inhumane and impatient. They had no interest in listening to what Gao Guang had to say.

The boss waved his hand and said lightly: "If he can speak Spanish, he will be killed. 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 get blood everywhere? strangle him, no, let's go outside and deal with him before he wets his pants."

After hearing the boss's words, Gao Guang fell into complete despair.

In despair, Gao Guang is no longer afraid or regretful. Now he is very angry.

But the useless struggle was meaningless. Although Gao Guang was extremely angry at this moment, he was also extremely calm. With his brain running rapidly, he lowered his head with a look of frustration and despair, and stood obediently with his arms held 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 when you have roots under your feet can you make a difference.

Gao Guang lowered his head, and he could see the feet of the two kidnappers, and he could also tell the location and distance of the kidnappers.

"Just right here."

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

No longer able to delay, the moment the kidnapper stopped, Gao Guang suddenly lowered his body, with his left foot as his axis, his right leg on the ground, and swept out with a sweeping kick.

There was no hope of escaping, but even if Gao Guang was going to die, he had to give the kidnapper a hard blow first. Even if he couldn't be kicked to death, he still had to give him pain. Even if he didn't kick him, he still had to give him a shock.

Practicing martial arts is not in vain. The martial arts that Gao Guang has practiced since he was a child finally came in handy today.

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 to his ankle, and then he suddenly fell to the ground to one side.

Then he suddenly jumped up, and with a crisp roundhouse kick, he hit the other kidnapper beside him on the neck hard.

After sweeping the leg, it is followed by a roundhouse kick. This is a routine that Gao Guang has mastered.

Who says martial arts routines are useless.

Even if the martial arts routines cannot be used in the ring or in actual combat, and have been reduced to performance items, the highlight of practicing the routines since childhood is at least the physical fitness and quick reflexes. Even with hands tied behind the back, one can still perform a sweeping kick and a roundhouse kick. All the kidnappers fell to the ground.

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

Looking at it again at this time, I found that the practicality of the martial arts routine was indeed a bit poor. The two kidnappers did fall to the ground, but the kidnapper who was kicked to the ankle only fell to the ground, and the kidnapper who was kicked to the neck did not lose his ability to move. Besides, lying on the ground doesn't 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 sweeper raised his gun towards him.

Not caring to get up, Gao Guang kicked him out hard, but the kidnapper was not within the attack range of his feet, so he kicked him away with all his strength.

There was no time for any mental activity. The moment he kicked the ball in the air, Gao Guang knew that he was going to die.

When the gun rang out, Gao Guang subconsciously shrank his head, but he was immediately shocked to find that a ball of blood exploded from the head of the kidnapper who pointed the gun at him.

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

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