The battle erupted in an instant, and Zeto quickly pulled out his DT HTI sniper rifle, using the Land Rover as cover to search for the attackers.
Unfortunately, during the screams and the panicked fleeing of passersby, the four individuals had already found cover and were not discovered by Zeto.
Magnusson also became vigilant.
Initially, he hadn't noticed any attack; if Zeto hadn't reacted quickly, he might have already met his end here.
But even so, it didn't affect his reactions as a 3A-level bodyguard.
Aristotle was quite speechless at this moment; he had only come to auction off his collection, so why would he encounter an ambush?
Fortunately, his bodyguard team was strong enough.
As soon as this thought emerged, Caesar, who already knew he had made a mistake, peeked out and fired three more shots at the Land Rover.
Three airburst rounds instantly struck the Land Rover, causing explosions.
However, since the Land Rover itself was a custom model with bulletproof protection, there was no major damage.
But this disgusted Caesar.
As an excellent damage dealer, encountering bulletproof armored vehicles twice in a row, how could he not feel disgusted?
On the other side, Yin Yang had already begun his tactic: flanking.
Magnusson also displayed his professionalism as a 3A-level bodyguard, calmly directing his subordinates.
"We're not sure how many enemies there are yet. Pay attention to the rear first; don't let them flank us."
"You two, maintain suppressive fire; don't let them show their heads."
"You few, ensure Mr. Aristotle's safety and escort him inside."
"Normally, they should have at least three plans, but currently, it seems they don't have any plan at all. What a bunch of idiots."
Magnusson was still a little proud of this.
He was very satisfied with his professional judgment.
However, he seemed to have overlooked a certain bald black man who didn't play by the rules.
The next second, Kincaid rushed out directly from the adjacent stairwell, aimed at a bodyguard who was defending, and fired a shot.
Bang!
The bullet instantly blew off his skull.
In an instant, everyone realized they were being ambushed from behind, and from another direction at that.
Suddenly, Magnusson felt completely unwell, but he still began to organize a counterattack.
But this also gave Zhang Jie and his team an opportunity.
Zhang Jie immediately leaned out, and his fully equipped HK416 began its deadly work.
Bang bang bang!
With three consecutive shots, three of Magnusson's bodyguards were headshotted by Zhang Jie.
In an instant, Magnusson, standing behind, realized something was terribly wrong; the opponents didn't seem to be greenhorns but extremely ferocious beasts!
Ordinary assassins wouldn't have such superb Shooting skills. He really didn't know who Aristotle had provoked.
Little did he know, this blame should actually fall on Zeto.
Zeto also realized that something was seriously wrong; the opponents' professionalism was terrifying, so he began to retreat.
On the other side, Caesar seized the opportunity to stand up and fired four more shots in the direction of the Land Rover.
Bang bang bang bang!
Four airburst rounds detonated instantly.
While everyone was dodging shrapnel, Jensen also stood up, and his FN-SCAR began to accurately spew flames.
Magnusson's team of 12 was sharply reduced to only 6 within a few short seconds, and this terrifying casualty ratio directly chilled Magnusson's heart by half.
"Holy crab! What kind of monsters are these?"
At this moment, he also panicked, but when he turned around, he found that Zeto had disappeared. He immediately cursed angrily and quickly ran towards the art museum behind him.
Zhang Jie, who had just finished firing, saw Zeto retreating and immediately chased after him.
Their target was Zeto, not anyone else; if others were killed by them, it could only be considered their bad luck.
After the others left, Magnusson also breathed a sigh of relief.
It wasn't that he didn't want to pursue, but he was powerless; besides the few brothers protecting Aristotle and himself, everyone else had sacrificed their lives.
And they were taken out within a mere minute.
The speed was something he had never seen in all his years in the profession.
"Damn it, who are those people?" As for Aristotle, he had no intention of letting Magnusson leave; he was more focused on protecting his own life now.
Thus, the group huddled inside the art museum, not daring to go outside, not knowing if anyone was ambushing them out there.
On the other side, Zhang Jie was frantically chasing Zeto.
The two ran wildly, one after the other, through the streets of Florence. Zeto knew he had pursuers, so his escape route was very winding, constantly using various objects to interfere with Zhang Jie.
Jensen and Caesar followed behind him.
After all, they all had a grudge against him, so how could they just let him leave?
Yin Yang, having circled around, also discovered Zeto's retreat, so he pursued from another direction.
Everyone at this moment had only one thought: don't let this damned guy get away.
And following behind them was Kincaid, "Oh, shit. How are you all so fit? I can't keep up with you! Motherfucker! Remember to save a spot for me to get a shot in!"
Unable to keep up, he could only follow with difficulty, panting.
At this moment, Sophia and Michael had just run downstairs.
"Honestly, this feeling is really bad. The mission isn't completed, so many unexpected things have happened, and now..." He looked at the several corpses lying on the ground, and suddenly had an indescribable feeling.
You know, Magnusson was his idol, a guy who had earned 3A bodyguard qualifications for three consecutive years.
And now, half of his team was dead on the street.
He began to wonder if he had too much obsession with the 3A bodyguard certificate; there was a huge difference between being alive and being dead.
But Sophia didn't care about all that; she just kicked Michael, "Don't think so much! We need to figure out how to disarm this bomb in my hand first!"
She now had only one goal: to disarm this damned bomb, so she didn't pursue in the direction Kincaid had gone, but walked straight towards the art museum.
In her opinion, disarming the bomb in her hand was the most crucial thing.
"What are you doing? You can't go there; it's too dangerous."
Immediately understanding Sophia's intention, Michael quickly stopped her.
"Get the fuck out of my way right now, or I'll put you back into your mother's womb and remake you from scratch, you worthless piece of shit!"
As Sophia opened her mouth, a torrent of flowery language erupted.
You know, a woman even Kincaid couldn't out-curse was truly formidable.
"Whoa~" Michael immediately raised his hands, letting her go.
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