While William and his CIA team covered the Vice President's retreat, Johnny and his team also began to act.
Victoria was the fastest; she, holding an MP5K, chased after the President, firing madly, and it was fortunate that they ran quickly, otherwise some would have been left behind, and their counterattack was also extremely powerful.
Although they suffered from an untimely reaction and only had Pistols, they still organized an effective counterattack.
As for what Marvin was doing?
He just silently followed by Victoria's side, also holding an MP5K, but he did not fire, instead preparing to hand it to Victoria.
When Victoria emptied the magazine in her hand, she threw the empty MP5K to Marvin, who, after receiving it, handed a loaded MP5K to Victoria, allowing her to continue firing, while he took a new magazine from his bag and inserted it into the empty MP5K's magazine well.
At this moment, Marvin had completely transformed into Victoria's personal ammunition depot.
Victoria did not kill these security guards; she merely continuously forced them to retreat along their predetermined route.
Johnny was not idle either; although he carried a P90 submachine gun, he only employed a body-tracing tactic, suppressing them with firepower to prevent them from escaping elsewhere.
After suppressing them with firepower and forcing them to another direction, Victoria was about to continue the pursuit, but suddenly armed police appeared at the other end of the passage.
Seeing the two emerge, they suddenly opened fire, and caught off guard, Victoria was shot in her calf, and blood immediately gushed out.
After running a few steps, Victoria could no longer run; after all, she was already old, and with a bullet in her leg, she also lost the will to escape, telling Marvin, who was not shot, to leave first, as she did not intend to drag everyone down.
Seeing this, Marvin did not hesitate or struggle, but turned and left directly. After all, as a retired agent who had lived most of his life, he had long since come to terms with life and death, and such an outcome was within their expectations.
Subsequently, Victoria leaned against the wire mesh, waiting for the armed police to rush over and kill her, but at this moment, Ivan appeared behind her.
"Don't worry, my dear, it's not your time to die yet."
Ivan looked at Victoria affectionately while opening another door.
As rival agents who had fought for most of their lives, who would have thought that Ivan had long been deeply in love with Victoria?
Ivan then walked into the barbed wire, picked Victoria up in a princess carry, and then left with her.
At this moment, Johnny also arrived, and seeing this scene, he did not speak, but raised his P90 submachine gun and half-crouched at the corner.
The next moment, several armed police officers in green uniforms rushed out, and what greeted them were merciless 5.7mm armor-piercing rounds.
Da da da da!
The P90's rate of fire was extremely fast, and all 50 rounds of 5.7mm ammunition in the magazine were fired within 3.57 seconds.
The P90 submachine gun has an overall length of only 50 centimeters, but its barrel is still 263 millimeters long. The longer barrel allows for a longer bullet acceleration time and higher bullet velocity, which helps to increase range and penetration.
The personnel wearing bulletproof vests, caught in the sudden attack, had no power to resist and were directly riddled by Johnny.
After dealing with these pursuing armed police, Johnny immediately stood up and retreated, while simultaneously removing the empty magazine.
He casually detached and discarded the translucent plastic magazine, then immediately pulled another magazine from his pocket, loaded it onto the P90 submachine gun, and slapped it.
Johnny followed closely in the direction Ivan left, departing together.
Meanwhile, Marvin, who had left alone, silently took out a large plate of homemade bombs from his backpack, secured them to his body, then, holding the detonators in both hands, frantically chased after the Vice President in the direction he had fled.
"You guys who have no eggs, stop!"
The Vice President and his two bodyguards, who had thought they had shaken off their pursuers and were about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly saw an old man with white hair, strapped with a huge plate of bombs, rushing towards them, and they were instantly terrified.
"What the fuck! Is this old geezer crazy?"
The Vice President was practically going mad. He hadn't expected a Cheng Yaojin to appear halfway through with all these bombs. Who would dare to shoot him?
Who could guarantee they wouldn't be affected by the aftermath of the explosion?
With no other choice, the three could only run frantically towards the exit.
At this moment, they only regretted that their parents hadn't given them two more legs.
Just then, a bulletproof Mercedes-Benz stopped at the exit. The three immediately saw it as their savior, quickly pulled open the car doors, and squeezed inside. The bulletproof Mercedes-Benz then drove forward.
And Marvin, watching the three get into the car, also stopped, casually throwing out the two detonators and the plate of explosives on his body.
"If I can live, why should I die?" Marvin muttered to himself.
Behind that Mercedes-Benz, William was startled to see the Vice President get into the car and immediately rushed forward.
Seeing the car about to start, he could only lunge, clinging firmly to the Mercedes-Benz.
The Vice President and the two security personnel in the car also looked surprised. What was wrong with this guy?
Fortunately, the Mercedes-Benz swerved, throwing him off the car, and then continued to drive forward.
By the time William stood up, where was the Mercedes-Benz?
Looking back, Marvin was also gone.
"Holy shit! Tonight was really terrifying, why are there so many lunatics?"
The Vice President was still shaken, and he loosened his tie, trying to relax a bit.
At this moment, the Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped, making him pause. Then the driver turned around, and Frank, holding a Taser gun, fired a shot at each of the two bodyguards.
With a burst of electricity, the two bodyguards fell unconscious.
The car door opened and closed again, and the two bodyguards were thrown to the side of the road by Frank, who then got back into the car and drove the Mercedes-Benz away.
Both car doors were locked, and the Vice President had no chance to run; moreover, with the car moving so fast, he didn't dare to jump out.
At this moment, Frank pulled out his phone and called William, "Bring Irene, we'll meet at the abandoned factory outside the city. Don't play any tricks."
William, sitting in the chaotic venue, feeling a bit dejected, was re-energized after hearing Frank's call.
Irene was Frank's girlfriend, and she had been captured by the CIA in Paris last time.
One of Frank's goals in kidnapping the Vice President was to rescue his girlfriend, Irene.
To this end, he devised this plan, also to expose the Vice President's scandal for self-preservation.
Fortunately, his old comrades were very capable, allowing the plan to proceed smoothly to this point, and now it was up to him.
When the car stopped at the abandoned factory, the Vice President still tried to use words to make Frank change his mind.
But for Frank, these vague conditions were useless; he was almost retired anyway, so an early retirement didn't matter.
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