The Super Special Forces King

Biquge www.xbiquge.cc, the fastest update to the latest chapters of Super Special Forces King!"Old guy, look what this is, it should be this, I have already got the stuff for you, and the rest is up to you, don't bother me!"

Zhang Feng took pictures of the numbers on Snyder's back and sent them to the old beggar.

"Wait!" the old beggar said in a deep voice. The phone went online. The old beggar went to see the numbers and exclaimed: "This is the code of the Swiss bank safe. The number is arranged a long time ago. Xiaofeng, must To watch him, someone is already paying attention to this matter, and only he can open the safe!"

The last sentence Zhang Feng said just now was for nothing,'Don't bother me again?',is it possible?

The old beggar's next sentence made Zhang Feng trouble.

"Besides, a big living person can't tie him up, right?" Zhang Feng said, "Any more?"

"Go get this safe!"

"Say it!"

Zhang Feng put away his mobile phone, and then said to Zhuo Chaoyun: "That is the code for the bank safe, and Snyder must get it!"

"That's more troublesome, Snyder shouldn't listen to us!" Zhuo Chaoyun said: "He still doesn't know the secrets of himself, if he knows it, he will have other ideas!"

"Look again!"

Zhang Feng hasn't thought of a good way yet. This Snyder looked stupid, but once he woke up, it was difficult to control.

The most undesirable method is to use it strong, put the knife on his neck, and wipe his neck if he doesn't follow it.

But Zhang Feng didn't want such a result the last thing. Snyder was very uncertain. If he were to die with him, he would not be killed.

Zhang Feng also has no choice. The loss will be even greater when the time comes. Now it is his clue. As long as he can get the contents of the safe, he can go to the ancient tomb.

How to do?

Zhang Feng went outside to smoke. Zhang Feng would smoke one after another when he couldn't help it. Zhuo Chaoyun looked distressed but didn't know what to do, just let him.

What can a woman do if a man smokes?

In fact, two things can be done, one is to help him light a cigarette, and the other is to give him a cup of warm water after the cigarette.

This is what smart women do, what about stupid women?Needless to say, everyone knows.

Zhuo Chaoyun is doing nothing now.

...

"Maybe bring him to your side and give him money!"

"No, maybe he doesn't like money? There are such people in this world!"

"What is his weakness? Or what does he like most? What does he want most?"

Zhang Feng is thinking about these problems, and he must be solved today.

Back in the ward, Snyder had already rested. Zhang Feng was sitting here playing with his mobile phone, making a look of caring about him.

He was picked up and raised since he was young, what is missing?Love, lack of love.

Give him love, give him friendship, then he will return everything.

...

The old beggar sent the photo Zhang Feng had given to Chen Wanru, and then said to her: "Xiaofeng called me just now and sent this picture. This is the password of the Swiss bank safe. Only the owner can open it. This owner It is Snyder. The small summit has solved Snyder. We also have to be prepared here. As long as we get something, we will act!"

"Master, what are we going to do to prepare?"

"You can figure it out!" said the old beggar: "I'll go see Director Xing's progress!"

"Master!"

"what's up?"

"The fountain of life has yielded, although it is relatively small, do you consider using one dose?" Chen Wanru said.

In fact, what Chen Wanru didn't say was that the body of the old beggar was much worse than before.

"I don't need it now, sell it!" said the old beggar.

"Yes!" Chen Wanru didn't say much, it was the old beggar's free choice.

At this time, the old beggar was drinking tea in his office. He had no hobbies. He usually drank tea. He quit smoking and drinking many years ago.

Everyone has distress in their hearts, as do old beggars, but more for ordinary people.

The trouble of ordinary people is money, and all the troubles are things that can be done with money, but what about old beggars?Most of them can't be done with money.

Toot...

His mobile phone rang. It was his personal mobile phone. He liked this phone ringing best because it was all relatives and people who could talk.

Listen to what is in his heart.

"Dashan, what's wrong?" the old beggar asked.

"There are nine turns of large intestine at noon, come here free?" Zhang Dashan said, "If not, I will have enjoyed it with General Wan!"

"Are you in charge or General Wan?" the old beggar asked.

"What do you say?"

"That is General Wan!"

"Do you love it or not, you have to pick something to eat!" Zhang Dashan hung up the phone.

The old beggar drank a few sips of tea at once and drove to the old city. Jiu-turn large intestine is his favorite dish. What's special today?The old beggar wanted to know.

The drive is a little faster.

The old beggar has always been alone, and someone like him needs a bodyguard, but he doesn't.

It looks like a rough old man, but the ten muscular guys in the gym can't touch his clothes together. If you bring a bodyguard, it is cumbersome to him. It is not necessarily who protects who, and the goal of a bodyguard is too big. , Easy to get into trouble.

It was safe for him to drive a car that looked like a broken car.

In fact, his modified car was not broken at all. It was just a car thief who looked down on it from the outside, and was near the scrapped car.

Soon he arrived at the residences of Zhang Dashan and General Wan. Most of the underground research institutes here have been moved away, and there has been very little research left here, so the two guards are very relaxed, thinking of ways to pass the time every day.

Among them, the cooking time is the most. The cooking skills of the two have reached the master level. General Wan is, he was born as a fireman.

That's why the old beggar asked if he was in charge of General Wan.

"Good fragrance!" The old beggar smelled the fragrance when he entered the door.

When I walked to the kitchen, I saw that the wood stove was very busy. General Wan was crouching and cooking in the cauldron, while Zhang Dashan was sitting in front of the fire.

"Chili, chili, in the yard, hurry..." General Wan called out loudly.

"okay!"

The old beggar turned around and went out to pick peppers.

The three of them were busy working for a while before they could eat, and the old beggar was hungry and fainted.

"Quick, quick, chopsticks..."

Zhang Dashan walked slowly with the bowls and chopsticks.

"No hurry, the wine hasn't come over yet!" Zhang Dashan said, and General Wan went to the cellar to get the wine.

The wine is also made by themselves.

The old beggar took a piece of large intestine with his chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing contentedly.

"Yes, this is the smell!" said the old beggar.

"Hehe, come, come, let's have another bite of burning!"

General Wan came up with the wine.

"Yes, there is wine!"

Three people sat down to eat, a few small dishes, a few glasses of wine, and three old men. Actually Zhang Dashan is not that old, but he made himself very old. Those years in the water cellar exhausted his years, although The treatment of the body did not leave any root of the disease, and he looked old, and he liked it too.

Satiated with wine and food, I can talk.

"Today is Qingyun's memorial day!" Zhang Dashan said.

The scene is a bit heavy, and Zhang Dashan's tone is not good.

The old beggar raised his glass and said, "Come on, have another glass!"

The three had another drink, and General Wan said, "Don't you tell Xiaofeng?"

Zhang Dashan said: "When the young cloud said, it is not yet time!"