Chapter 365: Have you heard of the King of Soldiers? (Part 2)

The sun set in the west like blood. The gloomy sky over Brighton suddenly opened up, and the thick clouds parted to reveal the sun. The afterglow of the setting sun fell on Route 3 in Brighton, Massachusetts. A man stood tall in the middle of the road. In front of him, many people were lying on their backs, none of them without a bullet wound in their chest. Scarlet blood stained the ground, and even the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

This man is the military king **, who is surveying the battlefield like a lion that has just defeated its enemy. Even though there are corpses all over the place in front of him, he is very cautious.

**'s body is also in a state of tension, ready to avoid possible attacks at any time, because someone in the pile of corpses just now shot at him in cold blood. If it weren't for his almost demonic intuition for the battlefield, which made him sense the danger in advance and subconsciously make evasive movements, he was afraid that even if he was lucky enough not to die, he would probably be wounded.

To defeat an enemy with twenty soldiers with only one, and to only be wounded oneself, is the most classic special forces battle example in any country. However, the pride of a soldier-king made ** feel that it would be a disgrace to be wounded.

It seems that I haven't been active for too long, not only has my muscle response declined, but my alertness on the battlefield is not as high.

** thought to himself, although these thoughts of his would make elite soldiers from any country jealous.

Then** he glanced back at the Buick behind him. Zhou Ming waved at him from inside the car, and **was relieved: fortunately, it was a completely bulletproof car, as long as the car was fine, Mr. Zhou Ming was fine.

**Suddenly remembered South Vietnam a year ago. At that time, due to the acute conflict between South Vietnam and his country over the ownership of the islands in the South China Sea, and even provocations against the national navy at sea, the central government was furious and decided to teach this disobedient neighbour a lesson. However, as the country was in the midst of an important period of reform and opening up, a large-scale battle in 1979 was out of the question, so the special forces unit where ** was stationed was sent in to carry out an infiltration attack as a deterrent.

At that time, their target was a post set up by South Vietnam in a disputed border area. According to intelligence, there were 1,500 people stationed inside.

As the leader of the special forces, **led a team of eight to attack the post with 1,500 troops and successfully destroy it, and they all escaped unharmed.

This was undoubtedly a classic example of a special forces sabotage operation, but because things went too smoothly, they became a bit careless. As a result, one of his teammates failed to follow the usual procedure of crossing the minefield on the way back, and his legs were blown off. ** stopped to take him back, but he took out a grenade and pulled the pin, because he knew very well that if you fight in a foreign country and in a place like South Vietnam, if you don't retreat quickly, you will all die here. Since it was his carelessness, there was no reason to let his comrades die with him, so he chose his own glory.

'Captain, please take care of my wife and my unborn son!'

Those were the last words that comrade-in-arms said before detonating the grenade. ** knew that his family had a strong traditional mindset and that he really wanted a son. However, his wife had given birth to two girls, and he had only returned to visit his family before the mission. The possibility of having a son was his last hope...

Bang!

A sudden gunshot interrupted **'s memories. ** turned his head and saw a man struggling to stay alive, shooting at Zhou Ming's car. However, Zhou Ming's car was completely bulletproof, and his gun could not even penetrate it. Still, his actions angered **.

'You bastard, you're looking for death!'

** roared, like a fierce dragon whose last taboo had been touched. He took two fierce steps forward, pulled out his pistol and aimed it at his face, firing several shots until his face was smashed like a broken watermelon.

If it wasn't for my negligence, if I could have reminded them of the regulations when retreating, perhaps he would not have sacrificed himself. But now, Mr. Zhou Ming is the most important, because without him, I might have a greater regret!

Thinking so, he first gave Zhou Ming a hand signal not to get out of the car, and then went to check the battlefield to ensure that no one who was not completely dead would threaten Mr. Zhou Ming's safety.

Meanwhile, in the car, Allen was dumbfounded. He muttered, 'My goodness, is this the quality of the people in your country? This is unbelievable. He was like a killing god on the battlefield. Whenever he raised his hand, an enemy would surely fall. But he was like a ghost on the battlefield. No matter how many enemies there were, and no matter what designs they made, they could never hit him. Fortunately, your country is a peace-loving one, otherwise your army would definitely be a nightmare in the world.'

Zhou Ming was a little bit speechless at Allen's thoughts. He knew that ** was very powerful. Back in the capital, he was an unworldly being who could single-handedly fight hundreds of armed police officers with just one gun. Now, he was just a group of gangsters, so how could they possibly hurt him?

But people like this are one in a million. Whether it's his shooting accuracy or his low profile and quick movements, they are all muscle reactions accumulated through countless hours of training. Coupled with his unparalleled talent and even rarer battlefield instincts, perhaps it is even more expensive to train an entire regiment than just one person. How could it be possible for an entire army to be like this? If that were the case, then the armies of other countries around the world would really be screwed.

But in the end, Zhou Ming didn't explain much about this. He just tapped the camera and asked him, 'Did you record the situation just now?'

Alan nodded hurriedly and said, 'I recorded it all. The heroic figure of this Chinese soldier king, and his ghost-like pace back and forth on the battlefield. Although I am not a photographer, I believe that this is definitely the most precious and rare material.'

Zhou Ming was a little between tears and laughter: 'That's not what I'm talking about. You just witnessed the situation, and this is important evidence against Congressman Brook.'

Alan then reacted, and he frowned: 'This is a bit difficult, because just now we only saw the other person move. We were defending ourselves and fighting back, but it is not enough to testify against Congressman Brook, unless your bodyguard, Mr. Zhou, can help you capture a live one.'

'No need for an 'unless', he will,' Zhou Ming said, while casually pointing outside. Allen looked in the direction Zhou Ming was pointing, and saw ** carrying someone over.

He really did carry him over. Judging from his build, the person he was carrying must have weighed at least 80 or 90 kilograms, but now he was carrying him around as casually as if he were carrying luggage. This made Allen unable to help but exclaim, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, not only you, but also the miracles around you are all too incredible.'

Zhou Ming didn't say much about this, and then ** carried a strong black man over to Zhou Ming's side: 'Mr. Zhou Ming, I have checked the battlefield, everyone else has been killed, but this man is still breathing. He poses no threat to you, and I think he should be useful to you.'

'Thank you for your hard work, it was really dangerous just now, even Lawyer Allen was scared and had a cold sweat,' Zhou Ming said to **.

** shook his head and said, 'Mr. Zhou Ming, you mustn't say that. I was trained to fight. And not only am I your bodyguard, you are also my greatest benefactor. Whether it's duty or gratitude, I am willing to take all the bullets aimed at you for you!'

**'s words shocked Alan. He originally thought that **, a soldier king, was willing to give up his pride and become Zhou Ming's bodyguard because of a national order, but now it seems that it is not just that. **, the proud soldier king, is willing to give up his pride and his awe-inspiring and dominating presence on the battlefield, just to become Zhou Ming's personal bodyguard, to listen to his commands, and to take the bullets for him.

Alan looked at Zhou Ming, he couldn't imagine that **'s performance just now had already made him indescribable, so what kind of person would Zhou Ming be that he protected like this?

Originally, Alan thought he already understood Zhou Ming, but now it seems that he obviously still knows too little.

'Can you wake this guy up?' Zhou Ming didn't care about Alan's shock, he just asked **.

** nodded and said it was no problem, then lifted his leg and kicked him in the groin. The man's face instantly showed an expression of extreme pain, and he opened his eyes.

'So you were faking death,' Zhou Ming said with meaning.

'God and devil, don't kill me, I don't know anything, I just woke up, I didn't mean to lie to you!' The man opened his eyes and knew he had been discovered, and immediately began to argue frantically.

Zhou Ming said to him, 'Don't be so nervous. I just have one question for you, and I hope you will answer me truthfully. Who ordered this attack on me? Speak into the camera.'

Zhou Ming said, and told Allen to pull the camera over. The man looked at the camera and subconsciously swallowed. At this time, ** next to him coughed deliberately, and the man immediately ended his thoughts and replied, "It was Congressman Brook. He ordered us to do it. He said to kill you.'

Zhou Ming smiled slightly, "Thank you.'

...

Back in the garden restaurant, Old Brook and Scarface Cole had not finished eating, but they had no appetite at the moment because they were too shocked to speak. The phrase 'mission failure' kept spinning around in their minds.

'What do you mean by mission failure? Did your men fail to complete the mission and let the other party escape?' Old Brook asked.

'That was just a failed mission,' the scarred man shook his head, "My brothers, they have a habit of always working, which is to say that when on a mission, they are in the habit of sending someone to observe from the sidelines, and this habit is what allowed us to know the result first.'

'So what does that mean exactly?" Old Brook asked again, his tone showing great anxiety.

'It means that all of my men were killed,' the scarred man said in a single sentence.

Old Brook let out a gasp. 'Why? Could it be that this guy Zhou Ming really has assembled an army?'

The scarred man shook his head and asked, "Mr. Brook, have you heard of a military king? It is an existence that is unrivaled in battle and defies the heavens. It is the existence that all of our commissions yearn for, but as an enemy, it is the nightmare we are most unwilling to face.'

'You mean there is a military king you are talking about protecting Zhou Ming?" Old Brook asked in disbelief.