A few burly men in bulletproof vests, helmets, and night-vision goggles got out of a black truck with a couple of tough dobermans.
They came in groups of three, guns in one hand, dogs in the other, and back-to-back, they looked around cautiously.
If there was any sign of trouble, they wouldn't hesitate to shoot.
Compared to the previous gunmen, these people were more experienced and more accurate.
They led the Dobermans and kept patrolling around the gas station.
They first went to the jeep and sniffed for a while. After familiarizing themselves with the smell, they let the Dobermans, who were good at tracking, chase after the four people who had escaped.
"Third brother, why don't we get the things of those two people from the Huaxia Empire and let the Dobermans smell them? " A gunman asked in confusion. "The other two KGB agents aren't our target!"
