The driver, Xiao Hei, quickly steered the car towards the roadside. The two jeeps sped through the woods and soon stopped in an open area.
The group quickly got out of the car.
The four black bodyguards, looking extremely tense, crouched down and scattered into the woods, hiding behind the trees.
Seeing this absurd operation, Song Heping was absolutely stunned.
"Shit!"
Jiang Feng cursed.
"What are you doing!"
Logically, the bodyguards' role should be to protect their employer. Before confirming their safety, bodyguards must stand in front of their employer, set up a perimeter, and create an effective line of defense to avoid attacks.
These four bodyguards just ran into the woods, leaving the group on the open ground with no sign of professionalism.
"You have to rely on yourself."
Song Heping checked the Type 56 submachine gun in his hand.
This time entering Sudan, Song Heping had already understood the situation here.
