The Super Special Forces King

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With the constant approach, Johnson could also hear a gunshot, with irresistible anger on his face.

Zhang Feng's keen hearing allowed him to hear sounds that Johnson could not hear, such as the roar of a car engine and the laughter of mercenaries shooting crazy.

The closer he gets, the more pronounced such a voice, and Zhang Feng's face becomes more gloomy.

Now it seems that the possibility of poachers is of course gone, and the people in front must be mercenaries.Poachers couldn't shoot so unscrupulously, and laughed wildly.

If the opponent shoots to avoid the predation of the hungry lion, Zhang Feng can understand it, but the current situation is definitely not.

The gunfire stopped, and the engine business gradually faded away, Zhang Feng's face became increasingly ugly.

Ten minutes later, the two rushed to the place where the gunfire had just passed.The mercenaries have long since disappeared. When they were left, the corpses were all lions, and even some lions had not died of their breath, and the gunshot wounds on their bodies were still bloody.

"Brother Feng, I want to kill them. It is these people who hunt wild beasts casually to make the living environment of the primitive tribe more difficult!" Johnson stared at the lion's body lying on the ground and said viciously.

Zhang Feng nodded. Even if Johnson didn’t say anything, he didn’t let the mercenaries go, not just because they shot these lions, but also because of the cars they drove, and to figure out who they were. Which mercenary group belongs to.

Johnson knelt down in front of the lion, folded his hands together, and muttered something in his mouth.Zhang Feng didn't know what he was muttering, but he could see the piety on his face.

Without disturbing his prayers, Zhang Feng saw a lioness that had not died yet, and there was a shocking gunshot wound on his body, and the blood that shed even dyed his yellow fur red.

Stepping over, Zhang Feng was surprised for a while, because he actually saw the prayer in the eyes of the lioness.

How is this possible?Walking into the lioness's side, the lioness let out a sobbing and low roar, and there were teardrops in her large and bright eyes.

How is this possible?Zhang Feng couldn't believe that a lion dominating the African wilderness would plead with a human?

When he thought about it, it was a lioness. Could it be that a kindergarten teacher was taken away by mercenaries, and it was begging to save its child?

Zhang Feng didn't understand how such a weird thought came out of his head, maybe it was the sorrow of the rabbit and the fox.

Seeing Johnson standing up, he said: "Johnson, give them a ride, lest they suffer more pain."

Johnson nodded, took out the hunting knife that was hanging diagonally on his back, and sent the sharp blade into the lion's throat, which had not completely died.

Seeing that Johnson still had some nostalgia, Zhang Feng said: "We have to chase after him quickly, otherwise Feisha will soon cover up the rutting marks on the ground. Then it will not be so easy to find these mercenaries. ."

"Okay, Brother Feng." Johnson inserted the blood-stained hunting knife into the knife pocket behind him.

Both of them opened the insurance of the automatic rifle in their hands, and the appearance of the mercenaries made them nervous again.There are mercenary activities here, it must belong to a certain mercenary territory, you must be careful, otherwise it is very likely to unconsciously penetrate into the other's hinterland, and then it may not be easy to withdraw again. , And the two people have to look for Johnson's tribe personnel, and they can't delay too much.

Following the track marks left by the car, Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen quickly chased them forward.

Until the night fell, the two still did not catch up with the mercenaries in front.The only thing Zhang Feng thinks about is that the other party has to rest so that the vehicle will stop, otherwise the two legs of a person cannot catch up with the four wheeled cars.

In the middle of the night, Zhang Feng and Johnson's stamina was also consumed by several hours of running and tracking.

However, there was no intention to stop. The compressed biscuits and highly concentrated dark chocolate that had not been moved from the backpack were sent into the stomach with water, and the physical strength was slightly restored.Continue to track forward, half an hour later, the rutting marks on the ground completely disappeared, but Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen locked each other's tracks because of the fire in the distance.

It seems that these mercenaries are really brazen, and they dare to make a bonfire and spend the night in the wilderness.

With the fire guiding the direction, Zhang Feng and Johnson also felt relieved. It seemed that they would not leave until dawn.

Johnson wanted to rush over now and get rid of all these mercenaries, but Zhang Feng stopped him, and said, "Don't worry. Let's rest for an hour and wait for the physical strength to recover before going to kill them!"

Hearing that, Johnson also forcibly endured the killing intent in his hands.

Half an hour later, Zhang Feng asked Johnson to stay in place to wait, while he lowered his body and plunged into the night, quickly approaching the firelight position.

Cautiously approaching the front, I don't know how many people slept in the marching tent, but seeing two jeeps, it should be possible to infer that the number of each other is not more than ten.

The search continued and finally found the opponent's secret whistle in a bunker in the distance.

It would be really strange if there were no secret whistle.

Slowly withdrew his body, came to Johnson's side, lowered his voice and said, "There is a secret whistle on the other side at 30 meters from the marching tent at 6 o'clock. I will kill him when I act. You approach the marching tent , After I return, we will act together. Are there any problems?"

Johnson shook his head, saying that there was no problem.

Two people carrying backpacks, lowered their bodies and quickly approached the flames.The howling wind whimpered, completely covering up the faint sound of their two feet falling on the ground, but the bonfire was constantly swaying!

Zhang Feng drew a short knife and bit it across his mouth, crawling forward.

When he touched the top of the sandpit, Zhang Feng had already held his breath, because under his nose was a secret whistle, and the other party didn't even realize that someone was on top of his head.

Pulling out the short knife that was biting across his mouth, he slammed his chin with both hands and lifted it up, causing his jaws to be bitten and unable to separate and unable to speak. In an instant, the short knife struck a blade.

Slashing across his straight neck, the incision cuts the aorta of his trachea very deeply, and blood with pressure in his chest spouts from the wound.

Secret whistle struggled and twisted his legs, and grabbed the gun by his side indiscriminately.

How could Zhang Feng give this opportunity, the short knife in his hand quickly slashed through his hand, and half of his palm was cut off directly.

After a few breaths, Secret Whistle closed his eyes completely, and he couldn't die again.