The Super Special Forces King

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Five days later, Zhao Qiang's gunshot wound on his leg recovered very quickly. Although the wound was still painful, he was able to endure the pain and walk.

The choreographer is no longer a serious problem except that his face is slightly pale.

During these five days, Zhang Feng and Johnson, who was relatively slightly injured, traveled between the house in the urban area of ​​Rwanda and the resident to carry all the arms and supplies in the house.

Also brought a lot of living supplies and necessities.

Zhai Qiang even drove out the construction plan of the club overnight and sent it to Zhang Feng. The latter took a cursory look and there was no major problem.

Now the only thing that needs to wait is that after Zhuo Zhaoyun releases the jewels, the funds are returned, and they can be hand soiled.

Zhai Qiang also took advantage of this time to become more and more active, stepping up his efforts to penetrate among the high-levels of Rwanda, and at the same time to mingle with people in the Chinese business circle, and he can provide more and more useful information.

The information is sent to Mike's hand, and Mike is responsible for sorting it out.

On the last day, Zhang Feng and the dancer, along with Johnson, went into the jungle. Box by box of grenades and bombs were lying in ambush near the station.

After finishing this, Zhang Feng took Johnson with him and said goodbye to everyone, and went into the lush and endless jungle.

There are dancers in the house, Zhang Feng is also relieved, just want to hurry up and Johnson to find his tribe and rush back. By then, the skeleton of the mercenary group will be complete, and after training, it can formally form combat effectiveness. When the time comes, this bone of oneself won't be something anyone can gnaw at.

Johnson's dangling arm was also put down, only the injury on his shoulder was still wrapped in gauze, and it would not take long to heal.

Both of them were carrying backpacks, carrying weapons and ammunition, medicines and compressed biscuits that had been used for first aid, concentrated dark chocolate, a certain amount of water, and salt.

"Johnson, how long do you estimate to find your tribe?"

"It will take half a month at the earliest, or about a month if it is slow. Each primitive tribe has a specific trajectory of action, and tribe-specific marks will be left along the way." Johnson replied.

Zhang Feng nodded, half a month is fine, one month is a bit too long.It is estimated that the news of the fire ant mercenary group's destruction will not take long and will be discovered. The mercenaries who are ready to move may not be able to wait that long.

"In this way, Johnson, from now on. We take a break every day from 10 am to 4 pm, for a total of six hours, avoiding the hottest period of noon, and spending the rest of the time on the road. Be sure to go as fast as possible. Find your tribe and rush back. Is there a problem?"

"No problem!" Johnson answered without hesitation.He couldn't wait to find his own tribe now, and he didn't even want to delay for a moment. It would be best to do this.

At the moment, the two people quickly walked toward the depths of the dense forest without any hesitation.

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It took five days to traverse the rugged jungle, and when he stepped out of the jungle, he completely entered the wasteland. From a distance, there was no obstruction.

The yellow sand rolled by the violent wind blurred his vision, the venomous sun above his head made the sand and dust on the ground hot, and the wind was also extremely hot.

"Johnson, how far are we going to see your tribe?"

Johnson narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Brother Feng, we have now entered the scope of our tribe. As long as we can find an oasis or a jungle, we can find the mark left by our tribe."

There is no turning back arrow after the bow. If you have reached this point, you must find Johnson's tribe anyway.

Seeing the sun gradually rising, the sun above his head became more and more venomous, and the dust on the ground became hotter.Zhang Feng said: "It's the old rules, rest. When the sun has fallen a little, we will continue to move on." After five days of going wild, Zhang Feng and Johnson both lost a whole circle. Because there is not enough nutrition, the eye sockets of the two people are a bit deep.

Before he had time to rest, Zhang Feng was awakened by a sound coming from a distance.

Frowning slightly, Johnson, who was acting as a sentinel, had no warning.Zhang Feng got up from the ground and looked down at his watch at 3:30.

As the voice continued to approach, Zhang Feng's brow furrowed deeper and deeper.

He stood up and quickly approached Johnson's position. When he got to his side, he said, "Johnson, I'm afraid we are in trouble."

Johnson asked quickly: "What's the situation? Brother Feng."

"Listen carefully."

Hearing this, Johnson listened carefully, and his face changed drastically as the voice approached.

Zhang Feng nodded, making sure that what he heard was correct. What came out in the distance was the roaring roar of wild beasts. Listening to this movement is a cat. Tigers must be impossible, so only lions are left!

African lions are social animals, a male lion leads a number of eight or nine lionesses and cubs!

The roar of the lion can still be heard, indicating that they have not entered the predator state, otherwise they will approach silently, and then a fatal blow, tearing the throat of the prey with sharp teeth.

An adult lion can knock down four or five hundred catties of bison, and the speed and strength of its rush is not comparable to humans.

Both people have automatic rifles in their hands. It is not difficult to shoot these lions, but the sound of gunshots can be transmitted several kilometers in an open place.

After a little hesitation, Zhang Feng decided to avoid the group of lions. It is a dry rain season and there are few prey. These lions are even more hungry. They will attack wildly without any hesitation when they see humans.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, Zhang Feng stopped again, because he heard a movement that was too familiar to him in his keen ears!

"Bang!" Gunshots, M4A1 without a silencer!

"Brother Feng, let's not leave?" Johnson did not hear the gunshots, and when he saw Zhang Feng stop, he asked in surprise.

"There are gunshots! Let's see what's going on?" Zhang Feng said solemnly. There are only two kinds of people holding guns in the wild wilderness, one is a mercenary, and the other is a poacher.

Ordinary poachers will choose to poach in the rainy season, and they use the M4A1 automatic rifle, which is generally not deadly, but an anesthesia gun. The former is more likely.

Excluding the fire ant mercenary group of the rabble, Zhang Feng has not had any contact with other mercenary groups, and now this opportunity naturally cannot be let go.

"Okay." Johnson had some blind trust in Zhang Feng now like Zhao Qiang, and without any hesitation, he threw the automatic rifle behind him into his hand and quickly followed Zhang Feng's back.