The rise of special forces from the boot camp

Chapter 259 Points to the Maimang!
Thirty hours of continuous walking was too much for Diao Feng's physical fitness, and the other soldiers were even more tired like dogs.

But when they arrived at their destination, they didn't lie on the ground and sleep soundly, but leaned against the tree one by one, hammering their calf muscles to let the blood flow quickly and orderly.

Owen glanced at these soldiers, his heart was a little shaken, and his impression of Diao Feng and others had a clear change.

Ordinary people would be useless if they walked for [-] hours in a row. Even if Owen's special forces team walked for [-] hours, they wouldn't dare to say that they could do better than Diao Feng's men.

"Welcome to join!" Owen scanned around, walked up to Diao Feng, stretched out his hand and said, "It's been a hard journey, Mr. Diao Feng."

"No hard work! No hard work!" Diao Feng stretched out his hand to hold Owen's hand, and said with a half-hearted smile, "Compared with you, this distance is nothing."

After finishing speaking, Diao Feng added another sentence, "You have traveled at least [-] kilometers this way, right?"

"It's okay. It's okay." Owen smiled, and the strength in his hands increased unconsciously.

Diao Feng grinned, and exerted strength calmly. The two held each other's hands and tested each other.

"Is Mr. Diao Feng from the East?" Owen asked with his face blushing, gritted his teeth.

"Yes." Diao Feng's right arm muscles bulged, and he whispered two words.

The soldiers next to them watched the two wrestle with each other with puzzled faces.

At this moment, both Diao Feng and Owen's faces were flushed, and the joints of their palms were pale, and the blood gathered at the fingertips, causing the fingertips to turn dark brown, which shows the strength of the two.

After a while, the wrestling between the two ended. They each retracted their palms, put them behind their backs and curled up back and forth, so as to relieve the pain.

To be honest, Diao Feng was shorter than Owen, and his palms were much smaller than Owen's, but when the two wrestled, Diao Feng did not lose at all.

"The enemy is also an oriental. Speaking of which, he is a compatriot with Mr. Diao Feng. I think Mr. Diao Feng will not be soft-hearted, right?" Owen looked at Diao Feng and said with a smile, "It is said that those stupid oriental monkeys look at things like blood. It is more important than life, I think Mr. Diao Feng will not be like those stupid oriental monkeys."

After finishing speaking, Owen looked at Diao Feng with a message on his face, waiting for Diao Feng's answer.

Provocation, naked provocation!
Diao Feng grinned, shook his neck, looked at Owen and said, "We have an ancient dialect in the east, I wonder if Chief Owen has heard of it?"

"All ears." Owen showed an idiom with a smile on his face.

"Listen up." Diao Feng opened his mouth and spat out three words, "Fuck you!"

Owen was taken aback when he heard the sound, and then cursed angrily, "Try your Eastern Kung Fu."

After finishing speaking, Owen raised his foot and kicked Diao Feng.

"Fuck!" Diao Feng replied, sideways avoiding Owen's kick, stepped forward, and punched Owen directly on the nose.

"Peng! Peng! Peng..."

Afterwards, the two started to fight close to body, punching to the flesh, without holding back at all.

Owen's understanding of the three words "fucking Nima" is astonishing.

Just a few days ago, when Owen led the siege against Wang Chen, Wang Chen single-handedly killed several people and had no choice but to say nothing. In the end, he watched Wang Chen calmly leave. Before leaving, Wang Chen left a sentence: "Fuck you , how many people come, I will kill many people."

At that time, this sentence directly exploded Owen's mentality!
Now hearing these three words again, Owen felt insulted and couldn't control it at all.

Investigating the root cause, the conflict between the two did not originate from this cursing sentence, there were more reasons behind it.

First, Owen is a member of a free nation, and he is relatively proud, and has a heartfelt contempt for Orientals.

Second, Owen is a regular army, and now a group of miscellaneous troops came to cooperate and support, which dealt a big blow to Owen's self-esteem, so Owen had to suppress it to show his leadership position.

If it were someone else, the two might be able to live in peace, but it was Diao Feng who Owen met.

Diao Feng was already domineering and stubborn, and as an oriental man, he was a soldier. Diao Feng was actually very resistant to the task of chasing and killing Wang Chen, but he had to come.

Originally, the two belonged to a secret confrontation, and they didn't tear their faces apart, and they didn't want to tear their faces apart.

However, when Owen said the words "Oriental Monkey", Diao Feng was furious.

Regardless of how many crimes Diao Feng has committed and how many bad things he has done, Diao Feng is, after all, an out-and-out oriental. He grew up eating oriental rice, and the blood of the orient flows in his bones. He is affirmed to the country. It is love, especially Diao Feng was a soldier, received formal ideological education, and is more patriotic than ordinary people.

So Owen's words, for Diao Feng, directly touched the red line, and he didn't want to bear it for a moment.

Originally, it was an individual struggle, but in a word from Owen, it has risen to the level of a nation.

After the two exchanged more than a dozen moves, Diao Feng resisted Owen's kick and seized the opportunity to punch the wound on Owen's arm.

"Uh……"

The gunshot wound on Owen's arm had just healed, and after being punched down by Diao Feng, it collapsed directly, and the blood instantly stained the gauze, and Owen's movements unconsciously paused due to the piercing pain.

"Damn it! It's called Oriental Kung Fu, you know?"

When Diao Feng was speaking, he seized the opportunity and punched Owen in the eye.

"Tap Tap!"

Owen was hit by this punch and took a few steps back, his center of gravity was unstable.

"Peng!"

Immediately afterwards, Diao Feng took two steps forward and kicked Owen in the chest.

"thump!"

Owen took two steps back again and sat down on the ground.

"Crash!"

Seeing this, Owen's subordinates directly raised the rifles in their hands.

"lay down!"

Seeing this, Diao Feng's soldiers raised their guns and confronted the opponent without any fear.

Diao Feng glanced at the muzzle of his gun, lit a cigarette slowly, exhaled the smoke, looked at Owen and said, "How about Oriental Kung Fu?"

"Fuck!" Owen cursed, got up with a gloomy face, waved his hands at the soldiers under him and said, "Put the gun down."

"Crash!"

The soldiers put away their rifles after hearing the sound, but they did not back down, but stood where they were, glaring.

"Hey." Diao Feng grinned, and waved his hand to signal his soldiers to put away their guns.

"I give you two choices." Owen looked at Diao Feng and said, "First, listen to my command, and we will work together."

"Second, part ways and look for each other."

After finishing speaking, Owen paused and said, "Search separately. If there is any accidental injury, then I can only say sorry."

"Fuck!" Diao Feng smiled, turned to his teammates and said, "Let's go."

After finishing speaking, Diao Feng took the people and left directly.

Owen stared at Diao Feng's back, his fists clenched and rattling.

This was something that no one had expected. Diao Feng's arrival was probably a good thing for Wang Chen and others.

(End of this chapter)