Start: Summon a Daji

Qin Feng said slowly: "Have you never thought about trying to ask the Huaxia Embassy for help?"

"No." Lu Shanshan's complexion was not very good-looking, Qin Feng smiled and said: "You may not know that when we left from the pier, our country's warships were full of expatriates, and those black people standing on the pier were all voters. Come to look at me with envy."

St. Fran's Hospital.

The general leader of the mercenary support operation for the rebels, a middle-aged man nicknamed Lao Di, stood on the monitor screen, watching the video of Qin Feng and Leng Feng entering the hospital.

A subordinate reported: "According to the information from the information center at the headquarters, the older Chinese man is called Leng Feng, who is from the Chinese Wolf Warriors Special Forces and is a retired soldier."

"Wolf Warrior, I have heard about it for a long time." The old man smiled, pointed at Qin Feng and said, "Where is that man, is there any news about him? I am more interested in him."

In the video, Qin Feng's flying nails kill people more shockingly than Leng Feng's marksmanship.

The subordinate replied in embarrassment: "Not yet, but they should also be special forces."

The old man said slowly: "I guess, he may be from the dragon group!"

Chapter 280 Four Bear Kid Zhuo Yifan

Dragon Group, a powerful and mysterious official organization.

The mercenaries of Blackwater International have dealt with them more than once, and know their horror well.

At this time, the screen on the computer screen changed.

It became a surveillance video from the past. In the video, Pasha got the virus, but finally recovered after treatment.

"Hey, I like this child." The old man looked at the screen with a smile, and he had already guessed in his heart why those two people took the little girl away.

The old man walked to the side of Big Beard. Big Beard was his right-hand man and also a very good mercenary, but he died here without regret.

"Rest in peace." The old man squatted down, slowly covered his bearded eyelids, stood up again, and his whole demeanor suddenly changed, no cynicism, only soaring murderousness.

"Kids, get ready to go!"

"Yes, sir! (Yes, sir)."

A few kilometers away, there is a small town called Sangkuga.

The Chinese-funded factory occupies a huge area, but at the moment the factory door is closed.

After the off-road vehicle stopped, Qin Feng and Leng Feng stepped forward to negotiate, and easily avoided those clumsy traps set at the door.

suddenly!

More than a dozen workers with AK rifles appeared from the wall, pointing their guns at Qin Feng and Leng Feng.

Leng Feng raised his arms to indicate that he was not malicious, and shouted: "Is there anyone? I'm here to save you. Ambassador Fan asked me to come."

the door opens,

A young man in a camouflage military uniform walked out, followed by many workers.

The young man was rather handsome, his name was Zhuo Yifan, he was the son of the owner of the factory, because his father was not here when the war broke out, he took full control of the factory.

"You guys, save us?"

Zhuo Yifan smiled contemptuously, stood in front of the two, but pretended to use the walkie-talkie to shout through the loudspeaker: "I have 30 AKs and [-] Type [-] grenades, enough to equip a reinforced platoon, right?"

After finishing speaking, he drew out the pistol at his waist, pressed it against Leng Feng's forehead, and continued: "Now that an M1911 is pressed against your head, how the hell are you going to save us?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhuo Yifan felt that his hands were empty, and the pistol appeared in Qin Feng's hands at some point.

"You..." Zhuo Yifan hesitated to speak, he still didn't understand what was going on, how his gun got into the other party's hands.

Qin Feng handed him the gun again, and taught him a lesson: "Young man, don't be too presumptuous, you must know that there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the sky."

When did Zhuo Yifan feel this kind of anger, took the gun and pointed it at Qin Feng, suddenly realized something, pulled out the magazine and it was empty.

Qin Feng opened his palm, and a few golden bullets fell to the ground.

Just like in the plot, Zhuo Yifan, a rich second generation, doesn't know the heights of the sky and the earth, thinking that someone with a gun in his hand can protect himself, but he doesn't know that war is far more cruel than he imagined.

"Awesome!" Leng Feng gave a thumbs up, but he didn't see how Qin Feng was stealing the sky.

"Cold! Cold!"

A 200-pound black lady stumbled over, hugged Leng Feng and said, "Leng, how is my son?"

"Don't worry, your son is safe." Leng Feng comforted Little Coal Ball's mother, and the black aunt hugged excitedly: "Thank you so much, I don't even know how to thank you."

At the same time, Zhuo Yifan noticed Lu Shanshan on the off-road vehicle, and immediately felt a feeling called love at first sight.

Qin Feng saw it in his eyes, smiled and said nothing, Lu Shanshan would never like such a brat.

Zhuo Yifan let the workers go, Qin Feng and others were able to enter the factory and rest in the office.

In the office, there is an atmosphere of military fans everywhere.

There are several high imitation firearm models hanging on the wall, as well as some realistic animal sculptures, which make people feel very tall.

After Leng Feng came in, he was attracted by the map on the wall, and looked at the map intently. Not long after, Zhuo Yifan came over with a plate of hot dumplings, and said to Lu Shanshan: "This is definitely the most authentic dumpling in Africa. It’s from China, try it?”

"Thank you." Lu Shanshan thanked politely. After a long journey, she was indeed a little hungry, and so was Pasha in her arms.

Qin Feng just cast a glance at Zhuo Yifan, and Zhuo Yifan said: "Then what, there are not enough ingredients, so the dumplings are not for you."

Qin Feng was amused, this kid was too stingy, so he put on his little shoes.

"This map is not bad, very professional, who drew it?" Leng Feng pointed to the combat map on the wall and asked curiously, because there was a feeling of deja vu.

"Oh, this map is our factory security captain, Mr. He." Zhuo Yifan paused at this point, and added: "It was drawn under my guidance, so-so."

Lao He, who was nearly forty years old, came over and greeted Leng Feng, but Qin Feng's attention was on the dumplings.

Needless to say, the dumplings are delicious...

Lu Shanshan noticed Qin Feng's gaze and asked, "Come over and have some food together?"

"This is not very good..." Although Qin Feng said that, he sat down honestly and sat on the sofa with Lu Shanshan.

It seemed that the two were getting a little closer, and Lu Shanshan's cheeks flushed brightly, and she leaned closer.

"Know that it's not very good and still eat it? There's only one plate of dumplings in total, what did you eat with them?" Zhuo Yifan walked over, sincerely making things difficult for Qin Feng.

Before Qin Feng opened his mouth, Lu Shanshan argued: "It's not him, we are all dead, and you take a plate of dumplings too seriously, we don't want to eat them!" She pushed the plate of dumplings to the other side of the tea table side.

Qin Feng's heart warmed up, Lu Shanshan didn't save her in vain, the person who said this felt comfortable.

"No, that's not what I meant." Zhuo Yifan was embarrassed, and then told the male secretary wearing glasses: "Old Lin, go to the kitchen to see what else is delicious, and make more."

"Okay, master!" After Lao Lin left, Zhuo Yifan sat beside Lu Shanshan, and pulled out a small knife from his trousers.

This move scared Pasha into hugging Lu Shanshan tightly, and Lu Shanshan even frowned and said, "What are you doing?"

"It's nothing, I just think men should play with knives!" Zhuo Yifan said holding the knife with his backhand, and swung a few beautiful knives in the air. Those who didn't know thought he was a master.

He patted his chest and said proudly: "From now on, I will be responsible for your safety."

Qin Feng couldn't help but interrupted aloud: "The knife is not for playing, it is for killing!"

"Boy, I've tolerated you for a long time. What do you mean by that? It means you know knives very well?" Zhuo Yifan was very unconvinced. He likes to study when he has nothing to do, and he thinks his knives are good.

The next moment, Zhuo Yifan felt that the knife was already on his neck in a blink of an eye.

quick!Everything is so fast!

Zhuo Yifan swallowed, feeling terrified, Qin Feng said flatly: "I don't know much about knives, but I know how to kill people."

Chapter 280 Five Helicopter Rescue

Qin Feng retracted the knife and seemed to throw it casually, but it was nailed to the dart board on the opposite wall, and the handle of the knife was still shaking up and down.

ten rings!Right in the heart!

"You're awesome!" Zhuo Yifan couldn't help sighing, he couldn't play with guns, and it was the same with knives, he couldn't accept it.

Qin Feng asked back: "Can I eat now?"

"Okay, I'll let the kitchen make more later." Zhuo Yifan smiled, and Qin Feng joked: "Didn't you say that there are not enough materials?"

Zhuo Yifan replied embarrassingly: "Maybe I misremembered, I will look for it later, there should be more."

Qin Feng smiled, and didn't care about this brat, and started eating dumplings with Lu Shanshan and Pasha.

"Open your mouth." Qin Feng spoke English to Pasha, and Pasha opened her mouth obediently, letting Qin Feng feed the dumplings into her mouth, and thanked her sweetly: "Thank you, big brother."

"good."

Qin Feng rubbed Pasha's head, Pasha, this little girl is much cuter than a little briquette.

Lu Shanshan said, "It can be seen that Pasha likes you very much."

"Yeah, I saved her after all." Qin Feng said something, and Lu Shanshan's expression was a little unnatural, because he didn't save Pasha alone.

Qin Feng smiled and stopped joking, and concentrated on eating the dumplings.

Not long after, another part of the food was sent to the office, all of which were traditional Chinese delicacies.

Qin Feng greeted: "Brother Feng, let's have some food together."

"Eh, good."

Leng Feng just came over for dinner, and he had been discussing strategy with the captain of the guard, He.

After eating dumplings, mapo tofu, sliced ​​noodles and other Chinese delicacies, Leng Feng praised: "The taste is pretty good, quite authentic."

"Speaking of which, I have almost forgotten these tastes." Lu Shanshan was quite emotional. Since she went abroad to study when she was a child, she never returned to China, so that she almost forgot the taste of her hometown.

After eating and drinking, Zhuo Yifan deliberately called Qin Feng to the corridor, smiled and took out a pack of Zhonghua and handed Qin Feng one.

"That's right, you're on the right track." Qin Feng nodded, and directly put the remaining half of the bag into his pocket, Zhuo Yifan, who was holding a cigarette, was stunned.

After lighting a cigarette and taking a deep breath, Qin Feng said, "Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Well, Brother Feng, I want to learn flying knives from you.

If we don't know each other, you can teach me! "Zhuo Yifan was a little embarrassed. In order to learn flying knives, he even changed the name of Qin Feng.

"Flying knives can't be practiced overnight, and it's useless for me to teach you." Qin Feng is not refusing, but the fact is like this.