They all wore desert camouflage uniforms, red berets, makeup, jewelry, and high heels. None of them looked ugly, especially the woman who held the gun to Omo's head.

A blooming peony flower.

This is the world-famous female bodyguard of Gaddafi, and she is also the most mysterious existence speculated by the outside world.

Gaddafi's female bodyguards were established in the early 1980s. The number remains at about 40, and the members are constantly changing. They all have extraordinary skills, superb marksmanship, and are loyal to Gaddafi, even risking their lives to protect him.

Security. These members of the "Women's Army" all graduated from the Women's Military Academy in Tripoli. The academy was established in 1979 with the approval of Gaddafi. Students at the Women's Military Academy must undergo three years of rigorous military training, ranging from queue drills, assassinations, and fighting.

Fire live ammunition, right up to operating radars and launching highly lethal missiles.

Those who want to become members of Gaddafi's female bodyguard team must meet three conditions: first, they must be virgins, and there are rumors that Gaddafi insists that they "commit themselves" to him; second, they must be graduates of the Women's Military Academy,

He is proficient in martial arts and firearms; third, he must be selected by Gaddafi himself from the military academy. Both are indispensable and can be called "one in a hundred."

Special existence creates special power. In Libya, everyone knows that these women's soldiers are the people Gaddafi trusts most. They are not under the jurisdiction of any army or organization, and the judiciary has no effect on them. They only listen to Gaddafi and his

Shafit’s leadership.

What makes these women loyal and loyal to protect Gaddafi is not only that they have gained power that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve, but more importantly, they regard Gaddafi as their only hero and idol, and they are grateful to Gaddafi.

Because Gaddafi has really improved the status of women since he took office, allowing women to have democratic rights and be able to do the same jobs as men.

Just like a little girl who picked up a gun to defend Gaddafi at the age of 14 said: He makes us happy, gives us enough to eat, and we can do what we want to do. My grandfather told me that before Gaddafi

The situation was very bad, there was no bread, but Gaddafi saved us.

Gaddafi is a hero, the only great hero in the eyes of most people in the country.

"You guys get out." The female bodyguard ordered an officer of the security group in an unquestionable tone.

"us?……"

"Get out!" The female bodyguard shouted with impatience on her face.

The officer did not dare to continue speaking. If he continued to speak and angered the bodyguards around the president, he would definitely be shot dead without hesitation. And if the other party wanted to kill him, he would not be able to resist. Resisting would only make his death worse.

.

The Guard Brigade in Tripoli is responsible for the security of the capital. It is directly under the Ministry of Defense and is also a force with considerable power. But they are nothing compared to these female bodyguards. The people around the president, not even a cat or a dog, are nothing.

They, middle- and low-level military officers, can cause trouble, not to mention the loyal bodyguards who will take bullets for Gaddafi at any time.

The guard brigade withdrew, carried away dozens of its seriously injured comrades, and quickly returned to their camp for treatment. They reported the matter to their superiors, but received a reprimand in exchange.

Female bodyguards usually don't leave the presidential palace. Since they came straight here, they must have been authorized by someone in the presidential palace. Either Gaddafi or Shafit, no one can mobilize them except this couple.

"You can leave." The female bodyguard who pointed the gun at Omo's head put down the gun and signaled to Zhao Ziyang that they could leave.

The remaining female bodyguards put down their guns and made way for Zhao Ziyang and others to pass.

No one expected that when things developed, these female bodyguards came here to help them?

"Hush..." Omo whistled, looked at the beautiful female bodyguard in front of him, and asked teasingly: "Beauty, what is your name? Can I have the opportunity to take you to visit the beautiful Siberian ice field?"

The female bodyguard who was being teased glared at Omo without saying a word, and turned her body to the side to avoid Omo's eyes aimed at her plump breasts.

"Hahahaha..." Omo burst out laughing. He held his chin with his hand and turned around to face the female bodyguard. He whispered to her: "Actually, we can go on a date. There is no one here who is more suitable than us."

Already."

Omo checked his height. He himself was over 200 centimeters tall, and the female bodyguard was at least 190 centimeters. In terms of body shape, they were indeed a good match.

"If you keep talking nonsense, I don't mind leaving you here." The female bodyguard warned, with a cold light in her eyes.

Rejected, Omo shrugged his shoulders, winked at Zhao Ziyang, and signaled that he could leave.

He was testing again to see if they could leave smoothly. Generally speaking, when the other party released them and then carried out a devastating blow, there would always be a hint of signals in the conversation, but now there is no signal, which means

Now that this incident has really happened.

"Thank you to Mrs. Shafit for me." Zhao Ziyang walked over and nodded to the female bodyguard.

The female bodyguard snorted, indicating that she understood.

Under the leadership of Zhao Ziyang, the group got into the car and prepared to leave.

"Polar Bear, there's another guy here!" Zhao Changzheng shouted to Omo and pulled out a guy hiding there from the corner of the bar.

This guy is obviously not Libyan. His upper body is covered with tattoos, and a scar cuts diagonally across his face, making him look extremely ferocious.

"Damn it!" The guy who was pulled out by Zhao Changzheng had a fierce look on his face. He broke away from Zhao Changzheng's hand and cursed loudly at Angel: "You cousin, I'm going to use an iron drill to penetrate your vagina and penetrate it."

Your throat is roasted on the fire!"

"Pa", there was a crisp sound, and Zhao Changzheng slapped the guy on the mouth with his backhand, knocking out two of his teeth and tearing half of the corner of his mouth.

Zhao Changzheng, who came to the Lurkers, received various trainings non-stop. Perhaps he inherited his father's genes, and his growth far exceeded everyone's imagination.

These are serious criminals from Serra Prison in Morocco. The Serra Prison is located on the outskirts of the capital of Morocco and is filled with all kinds of serious criminals. There is no humanity in this prison because these serious criminals are all extremely vicious people.

Don't talk about human rights.

This has also resulted in the prison being prone to violence, both by the guards and the prisoners. Even Morocco's prison reforms have not been able to change this prison.

"Bitch!" The felon with the torn corner of his mouth cursed loudly, and the look in his eyes became even more fierce.

An Qier, who was being scolded, stood behind Zhao Ziyang without any reaction. As for the female bodyguards, they watched all this quietly. They knew that this guy was bound to die, but they just wanted to see how he died.

It’s no wonder that this felon abused Angel. The corpse lying on the ground was a gift from Angel, but I don’t know what relationship his dead companion had with him.

"Quack, quack, quack..." Omo laughed loudly, pulled out a revolver from the mountain, flicked the wheel, and unloaded the five bullets, leaving the last one.

"Little guy, let's play Russian roulette, quack quack..." Omo's laughter was full of cruelty, his eyes were full of excitement, and he walked towards the felon carrying a wine bottle.

"Wait a minute." Zhao Ziyang stopped Omo, took the revolver and beer bottle in his hand and said, "I'll learn Russian roulette."

After finishing speaking, Zhao Ziyang sat cross-legged in front of the felon who insulted Angel under the gaze of everyone, put the beer bottle on one side, and reached out to Omo for pistol bullets.

"Boss, are you sure you know how to play?" Omo asked Zhao Ziyang worriedly, but still handed the bullet to him.

"You'll get better after playing with it." Zhao Ziyang laughed, staring at the felon with his eyes fixed on him, and loaded four bullets into the wheel with his left hand.

Russian roulette is a cruel gambling game. Its gambling equipment is a revolver and human life. The rules are simple: put one or more bullets in the six bullet slots of the revolver, and then rotate the wheel at will.

, turn off the wheel. Participants in the game take turns pointing the pistol at their heads and pulling the trigger; of course, the one who gets shot will automatically exit.

The game can be traced back to the Crimean Peninsula, but its real popularity came in World War I. At that time, Tsarist Russian officers and soldiers who lost the battle during the day resorted to drinking to drown their sorrows at night, so "Russian Roulette"

It became the best "entertainment show". Although people often died tragically by gunfire, this thrilling game became more and more popular in Russia until it earned the reputation of "Russian Roulette".

"I'll give you a chance." Zhao Ziyang asked the other party to sit cross-legged like him with his eyes. He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, placed the beer bottle between the two of them and said, "There is no limit on the number of games. As long as I lose, you can

You can leave safely."

Faced with this extremely cruel but exciting game, the eyes of the felons also showed deep excitement.

"Okay, but if I win, I will take her away!" The felon pointed at Angel, who was standing there with a cold face.

As soon as these words were spoken, the eyes of all the lurker members couldn't help but smile, and some even laughed out loud.

Damn, it’s a big joke. This guy must have been a fool while in prison, and he actually wanted to take away Captain Angel. God, please forgive this prisoner’s ignorance, Amen...

Zhao Ziyang's smile became softer and softer, and he seemed very happy.

Tick ​​lick... The beer bottle began to rotate, faster and faster, then slower and slower, and finally began to stop slowly, with the mouth of the bottle facing Zhao Ziyang.

"Huh? My luck seems to be good." Zhao Ziyang shrugged his shoulders, threw out the wheel with his right hand and fiddled with it with his left hand, watching the wheel rotate rapidly.

With a "click" sound, the wheel closed. Zhao Ziyang pointed the muzzle of the gun at his temple, looking at the other person with his eyes, and the muscles on his face beat slightly uncontrollably.

The surrounding lurker mercenaries looked at Zhao Ziyang with relaxed expressions as he prepared to pull the trigger on him, including the female bodyguards. They knew that it was impossible for Zhao Ziyang to beat him to death, and the one who died must be this insulting Angel.

guy.

But Omo's expression changed and he became extremely frightened. Judging from Zhao Ziyang's method and sound of turning the wheel and then closing it, his boss was just like what he said just now, he didn't know how to do it at all.

Playing Russian roulette. He has no skills or experience. He is just betting on luck!

As the color on Omo's face changed, the other mercenaries smelled the fear rising in Omo. At the same time, they realized what the problem was and began to fall into fear.

An Qier, who was keenly aware that something was wrong, strode forward and drew out his saber to kill the convicted felon, but was stopped by Zhao Ziyang.

"Angel, this is a fair bet." Zhao Ziyang sat there and said in a deep voice: "Go to the best hotel and book a room and wait for me."
Chapter completed!