Chapter 74 Female Bodyguard
They were all wearing desert camouflage uniforms, red berets, makeup , jewelry, and high heels. None of them was ugly, especially the woman who pointed a gun at Omo's head, who looked like a blooming peony.
This is the world-famous female bodyguard of Gaddafi, and also the most mysterious existence speculated by the outside world.
Gaddafi's female bodyguards were established in the early 1980s. The number of members is maintained at about 40, and the members are constantly changing. They are all extraordinary, with superb marksmanship, and loyal to Gaddafi, willing to die to protect his safety. These "women's army" members all graduated from the Women's Military Academy in Tripoli. The academy was approved by Gaddafi in 1979. The students of the Women's Military Academy must undergo three years of rigorous military training, from queue drills, assassinations, fighting, live-fire shooting, to operating radars and launching highly lethal missiles.
Women who want to become part of Gaddafi's female bodyguard team must meet three conditions: first, they must be virgins. It is rumored that Gaddafi insisted that they "commit themselves to him"; second, they must be graduates of a women's military academy and be proficient in martial arts and firearms; third, they must be selected from the military academy by Gaddafi himself. All of these are indispensable, and they can be described as "one in a hundred."
Special existence creates special power. In Libya, everyone knows that these women soldiers are the people that Gaddafi trusts the most. They are not subject to the jurisdiction of any army or organization, and the judiciary has no effect on them. They only obey the leadership of Gaddafi and Shafit.
The reason why these women are so loyal in protecting Gaddafi's safety is not only because they have obtained power that is beyond the reach of ordinary people, but more importantly, they regard Gaddafi as their only hero and idol and are extremely grateful to him.
Because after Gaddafi came to power, he really improved the status of women, gave women democratic rights, and allowed them to do the same work as men.
Just like a little girl who took up a gun to defend Gaddafi at the age of 14 said: He made us happy, fed us, and we could do what we wanted. My grandfather told me that the situation was very bad before Gaddafi, and there was no bread. It was Gaddafi who saved us.
Gaddafi is a hero, the only great hero in the eyes of most people in the country.
"You get out." The female bodyguard gave an order to an officer of the guard regiment in an unquestionable tone.
"us?……"
"Get out!" The female bodyguard showed impatience on her face and shouted loudly.
The officer did not dare to continue talking. If he continued talking and angered the bodyguards around the president, he would definitely be shot without hesitation. Moreover, if the bodyguards wanted to kill him, he would not be able to resist. Resistance would only make his death more miserable.
The Tripoli Guard Brigade is responsible for the capital's security and is directly under the Ministry of Defense. It is also a very powerful force. But they are nothing compared to these female bodyguards. The people around the president, even a cat or a dog, are not something that these middle and low-level officers can mess with, not to mention the loyal bodyguards who are ready to take bullets for Gaddafi at any time.
The guards evacuated, carrying dozens of their seriously injured companions back to their camp for treatment. They reported the incident to their superiors, but were reprimanded.
Female bodyguards usually don't leave the presidential palace, so if they came here directly, they must have been authorized by someone in the presidential palace. It must be Gaddafi or Shafit. No one can mobilize them except the couple.
"You can leave now." The female bodyguard who had pointed a gun at Omo's head put down the gun and signaled to Zhao Ziyang and the others that they could leave.
The other female bodyguards put down their guns and made way for Zhao Ziyang and his men to pass.
No one had expected the development of the situation. These female bodyguards actually came here to help them?
"Hush..." Omo whistled, looked at the beautiful female bodyguard in front of him, and asked teasingly: "Beauty, what's your name? Can I take you to visit the beautiful Siberian ice field?"
The teased female bodyguard glared at Omo without saying anything, and turned to the side to avoid Omo's eyes that were looking at her plump breasts.
“Hahahaha…” Omo laughed loudly. He held his chin with his hand, turned around and faced the female bodyguard, and whispered to her, “Actually, we can go on a date. No one here is more suitable than us.”
Omo gestured his height. He was over 200 cm tall, while the female bodyguard was at least 190 cm tall. In terms of body shape, they were indeed a good match.
"If you keep talking nonsense, I don't mind keeping 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 them again, testing whether they could leave smoothly. Generally speaking, when the other party released them and then launched a devastating attack, there would always be a hint of signal in the conversation, but now there was no signal, which meant that the matter really passed.
"Please express my gratitude to Mrs. Shafit." Zhao Ziyang walked over and nodded to the female bodyguard.
The female bodyguard snorted to indicate that she understood.
Led by Zhao Ziyang, the group got into the car and prepared to leave.
"Polar bear, there is another guy here!" Zhao Changzheng shouted Omo loudly, and pulled out a guy hiding there from the corner of the bar with one hand.
This guy was obviously not Libyan. His upper body was covered with tattoos and there was a scar running 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 free from Zhao Changzheng's hand and shouted at Angel: "You bitch, I'm going to stick an iron rod into your vagina, pierce your throat, and roast you over the fire!"
"Snap", a crisp sound was heard, and Zhao Changzheng slapped the guy on the mouth with his backhand, instantly pulling out two of his teeth and tearing half of the corner of his mouth.
After joining the Lurker, Zhao Changzheng received various trainings without stopping. Perhaps because he inherited his father's genes, his growth far exceeded everyone's imagination.
This is a serious criminal from Morocco's Salé prison, which is located in the suburbs of Morocco's capital and is filled with all kinds of serious criminals. This prison has no humanity at all, because these serious criminals are all extremely vicious and there is no need to talk about human rights with them.
This has also resulted in both prison guards and prisoners having violent tendencies, and even Morocco's prison reforms have not been able to bring about any changes to this prison.
"Bitch!" The felon with a torn mouth let out a loud curse, and the ferocity in his eyes became even more intense.
Angel, who was being scolded, stood behind Zhao Ziyang without any reaction. As for the female bodyguards, they watched it all quietly. They knew that this guy was going to die for sure, and they just wanted to see how he died.
It’s no wonder that this serious criminal cursed Angel. The corpse lying on the ground was caused by Angel. It’s just that no one knows what the relationship between his dead companion and him is.
"Ga gaga gaga..." Omo laughed loudly, pulled out a revolver from the mountain, turned the cylinder, unloaded five bullets and left the last one.
"Little guy, let's play Russian roulette, ha ha ha..." Omo's laughter was full of cruelty, his eyes exuded strong excitement, and he walked towards the serious criminal holding a bottle of wine.
"Wait." Zhao Ziyang stopped Omo, took the revolver and beer bottle from him and said, "Let me learn how to play Russian roulette."
After saying that, Zhao Ziyang sat cross-legged in front of the serious criminal who insulted Angel under the gaze of everyone, put the beer bottle aside, and reached out to Omo for pistol bullets.
"Boss, are you sure you can play?" Omo asked Zhao Ziyang with some concern, but still handed the bullet to him.
"You'll learn it as you play." Zhao Ziyang laughed, staring at the serious criminal with his eyes, and loaded four bullets into the reel with his left hand.
Russian roulette is a cruel gambling game, and its gambling tools are revolvers and human lives. The rules are simple: put one or more bullets in the six slots of the revolver, rotate the revolver at will, and then close the revolver. The participants of the game take turns to point the revolver at their heads and pull the trigger; of course, those who are shot automatically quit.
The game can be traced back to the Crimean Peninsula, but it became really popular during the First World War. At that time, the officers and soldiers of the Tsarist Russia who had lost the battle during the day would drink to drown their sorrows at night, so "Russian roulette" became the best "entertainment program". Although many people died tragically under the gun, this thrilling game became more and more popular in Russia, and it won the reputation of "Russian roulette".
"I'll give you a chance." Zhao Ziyang used his eyes to make the other party sit cross-legged like him. He raised the corner of his mouth slightly, placed the beer bottle horizontally between the two of them and said, "There is no limit to the number of games. As long as I lose, you can leave safely."
Faced with this extremely cruel yet exciting game, the serious criminals' eyes were filled with excitement.
"Okay, but if I win I have to take her away!" The serious criminal pointed at Angel who was standing there with a cold face.
As soon as these words came out, all the lurker members couldn't help but smile, and some even laughed out loud.
Damn, this is such a joke. This guy must have gone crazy after being in prison. He actually wanted to take Captain Angel away. God, please forgive this prisoner's ignorance. Amen...
Zhao Ziyang's smile became softer and he seemed very happy.
Ding ding ding... The beer bottle began to rotate, faster and faster, then slower and slower, and finally stopped slowly, with the bottle mouth facing Zhao Ziyang.
"Huh? My luck seems to be pretty good." Zhao Ziyang shrugged his shoulders, swung out the wheel with his right hand and fiddled with it with his left hand, watching the wheel spin quickly.
With a "click", the revolver closed. Zhao Ziyang pointed the gun at his own temple, staring at the other person, his facial muscles twitching uncontrollably.
The surrounding lurker mercenaries looked at Zhao Ziyang with ease as he prepared to pull the trigger, including the female bodyguards. They knew that Zhao Ziyang would never kill them, and the one who would die must be the guy who insulted Angel.
But Omo's face changed, and he became extremely frightened. From the way Zhao Ziyang turned the wheel and then closed it, he knew that his boss, just like what he said just now, didn't know how to play Russian roulette at all. He didn't have any skills or experience, and was just gambling with luck!
As Omo's face changed color, the other mercenaries sensed the fear rising from Omo, realized the problem at the same time, and began to fall into fear.
Angel, who keenly sensed that something was wrong, strode forward, drew her sword and was about to kill the serious criminal, 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 get a room and wait for me."
Angel stopped and stared at Zhao Ziyang's straight back for a while, put away her saber, jumped into the car and drove towards the city.
