The Super Special Forces King

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Both Zhai Qiang and Mike returned to the urban area of ​​Rwanda, and even the doctor who had taken them hostage back to the urban area.

When he left, Zhang Feng was still a little worried, and warned the doctor again, but he was so scared that he was about to pee, and he made repeated guarantees that he would never tell anyone what he saw or heard.

Mike was still driving, Zhai Qiang sat in the back seat.

Waiting for the car to drive out of the jungle, Zhai Qiang sitting behind suddenly said, "Mike, stop in front."

Mike is a little confused, what is he doing when he stops.After stopping the car, he turned around and asked, "Zhai Qiang, why do you stop?"

Zhai Qiang's face was a little blue, his eyes narrowed slightly, his hands clenched his fists fiercely, and even his nails had been deeply inserted into his palms, causing bursts of tingling pain.

Without answering Mike’s question, he spread out his palms, took out the pistol stuck in his waist, put it on the doctor’s head, and said coldly: "Get off!"

The doctor was very frightened by what happened, and said in a trembling voice: "You... didn't you promise me... not to kill me?"

"Don't talk nonsense, get off!" Zhai Qiang said gloomily.

The doctor got out of the car with a trembling body, and Zhai Qiang also got out of the car with the muzzle on his forehead, and said coldly: "I don't want to kill you, but you have to die. You know too much. Up!"

Mike also got out of the car and said in disbelief, "Zhai Qiang, what are you going to do? Brother Feng said that he would be released."

Seeing that Zhai Qiang remained unmoved, he continued: "Hurry up and put the gun down, don't want me to report to Brother Feng immediately." With that, Mike was about to turn on the closed headset.

"Mike. Do you think Brother Feng doesn't want him to die? It's just that he saved the dancer and the second strong brother. Brother Feng can't kill him! So I want to kill him. We can't make Brother Feng embarrassed. This is what we should do. Thing."

Hearing Zhai Qiang's words, Mike slowly lowered his hand on the headset switch. He was not a fool. He naturally understood that only the death of this doctor would make everyone feel at ease.

Without saying any more, he turned around and walked into the car, turned on the speaker and turned the music to its maximum.

Zhai Qiang kicked the doctor's ass, his legs trembling like chaff, the doctor knelt on the ground.

He gritted his teeth tightly, his teeth rattled, Zhai Qiang let out a low growl, his fingers trembling slightly and pulled the trigger, bang!

The gunfire sounded, and the bullet penetrated the doctor's head, knocking off the entire skull, and the spattered brain plasma and blood stained Zhai Qiang red.

Execution-style killing is completely different from shooting on the battlefield!On the battlefield, you kill to survive yourself, while execution-style killing is to kill the opponent when the opponent has no ability to resist.

Zhai Qiang's chest rises and falls, and he keeps breathing heavily, telling himself in his heart: Zhai Qiang, you must be ruthless, only ruthless enough to survive in the cannibalistic Rwanda!

He stretched out his hand to wipe clean the blood and brain splatter on his face, inserted the pistol back to his waist, and lifted the corpse's feet into the deep forest.

After getting in the car, Zhai Qiang said, "Let's go back, Mike."

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Early the next morning, the dancer and Zhao Qiang woke up from their coma.

The gigolo just fell into a state of coma and shock due to excessive blood loss. After blood transfusion and nutrient solution, it was no problem.The first thing I woke up was yelling: "Madman, Wo Ri, you stunned Lao Tzu. I, Cao, you attacked Lao Tzu."

Zhang Feng, who was sitting by the side, saw him wake up with joy in his eyes. As for his screams, he turned a deaf ear.

When he had enough scolding, Zhang Feng said: "Cold scolding? The second strong son is not in danger." He immediately told him what happened after he was unconscious.

The dancer was very curious about discovering the treasure of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group. He had to look at it. After seeing it, he couldn't help but sneered and said: "Mad, it seems that this action is really worth it now."

After the second strong son came back sober, he said to him exactly once again. Zhao Qiang wanted to go and have a look, but Zhang Feng refused.

The gunshot wound on his leg needs to be recuperated, otherwise sequelae may be left.

"Gigolo, after two days your body is almost recovered, I am going to find his tribe with Johnson. I must bring people back before the news spreads, otherwise..." Zhang Feng did not speak. Go on.

The choreographer understood what he meant, nodded, and said, "You can rest assured and come back as soon as possible. During this time, please feel free to leave this to me. The affairs of the club will be handled by Zhai Qiang and Mike. It shouldn't be too much. The problem, now that we are not short of money, we have to spend it on the blade."

"Well, I think so too. Although we still have weapons from Pingsang, they are all single-soldier weapons, and the firepower is not enough. Wait for me to come back and see if we can find a way to get them. These big guys must arm the station here." Zhang Feng continued: "The dancer, I have another idea. I don't know if it is feasible or not?"

"Oh?" Hearing Zhang Feng's tone, the dancer was curious about what his thoughts were. "What thoughts?"

"Every year, a large number of veterans in China enter the society, especially the veterans of the second and third phases. They have long been accustomed to the life of the army and cannot adapt to the society. Similarly, the society does not provide them with more employment opportunities. The best choice for soldiers is to become bodyguards or security guards, and even many of them become thugs. They have dedicated their most precious youth to the motherland, but it is really unfair to receive such treatment..."

"Do you want to bring these excellent veterans to us?" The dancer frowned slightly, and interrupted Zhang Feng's words: "Madman, three or two, there will be no sound in China. But I Listening to you is not as simple as recruiting three or two people? What if there are actions in China?"

"This is the question I want to talk to you. Your dancer is a retired soldier from China, and so is Zhang Feng. Do you dare to say that you can give up this fact of the past? I can't! Whether in China or now Rwanda, Zhang Feng, I have never forgotten that I am a Chinese, a Chinese soldier! If there is a war, I will be recalled! And from the first day I set foot in Rwanda, I told myself that even if I founded a mercenary group, thats right……"

The choreographer still didn’t let Zhang Feng finish talking, and directly interrupted: "You Zhang Feng has not forgotten. I, Xu Yuwei, have never forgotten my roots! Since you said that, well, leave this to me. Let's do it. But... lunatic, if you go against what you said one day, don't blame me for being a brother and being ruthless."

"If one day, I don't need you to do it, I will blow my own head!"