The Super Special Forces King

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Zhang Feng was still standing in front of the wine cabinet pouring red wine into his throat.

The silky taste, slightly spicy, and the long aftertaste of the red wine made his eyes slightly intoxicated.

From leaving China to the present, it can be said that I have been living a life of fear every day, and I even want to stare at my eyes while sleeping.

For fear that if you accidentally expose your identity, the only end that will happen is to die.Such a result is naturally not what Zhang Feng wanted!

He wants to complete the task and return to his country and his home.He was thinking of his family and the Huangquan mercenary group in Africa, and he didn't know what the situation of the mercenary group was under the leadership of the dancer.

He would also think of the people in the Huangquan Special Combat Team, wondering if the Hell, who went to pursue the truth and wanted to cleanse his grandfather and family, had found the answer.There are also Tyrannosaurus Li Jian, students Wen Kaiqi, Jackal Chaichong, and Monkey who have returned to China to rebuild the Huangquan Special Combat Team.

If you want to see the person you miss with your own eyes, you must live.

Zhang Feng's requirements are not high at all, and he can survive.

But sometimes, this is the simplest idea, but it is the most difficult to achieve.I don't know how many people want to kill him.

And what Zhang Feng can do is to think carefully about every step, and every step is like walking on thin ice, to prevent a mistake and fall into the abyss of immortality.

But when it came to the situation, it was like a sharp arrow shot from a full bow.With a whistling and indomitable momentum, there is absolutely no possibility of turning back. There is also no opportunity to change direction. Some can only keep moving forward until the goal is firmly nailed!

Zhang Feng couldn't be more clear about what the latter was thinking in his mind when he and General Browning were imaginary and suspicious.

He also understood that Brownie knew what he wanted.

The reason for maintaining the relationship in front of them is that the two people are just having a ghost in their hearts.

It is as if there is a thin layer of paper between two people, and the ghost of each other can be seen through the thin paper.

But none of the two of them took the initiative to pierce this layer of paper, because once pierced, it would completely tear the skin, and then it would be absolutely impossible to maintain this relationship.

Zhang Feng was standing in front of the wine cabinet, his back turned to Brownie, sipping the wine.

General Brownie's gaze was staring at his back, his eyes staring wide, his breathing was a little short, and it was obvious that there was some tension in his heart.

The hand behind his back slowly leaned towards the gap in the sofa under the buttocks.

His movements are very slow, very light, for fear of being discovered.

He desperately maintained the usual smile on his face to prevent Zhang Feng from suddenly turning back.

The nervousness made him breathe quickly, and sweat permeated from his pores and flowed down the two temples.

Licking his shriveled lips, the hand reaching into the gap already touched the cold and hard steel.

A gun!

Browning pistol!Large-caliber pistol, powerful enough.

Grasping the hard butt of the rifle with his palm, he suddenly pulled out from the gap in the sofa, and at the same time, he leaped up from the sofa.

General Brownie's expression was a bit hideous, his features twisted together.

The silver gun body carries the coldness of killing, and the black muzzle seems to be able to swallow everything.

His fingers are already on the trigger, as long as the trigger is pulled, the bullets shot can destroy everything.

Browning's fierce eyes seemed to have seen the hateful Tyrone in front of him, and he was about to fall under his gun.

The bullet will smash his head, and blood will splash everywhere.At that time, all the troubles will disappear, all the people who absconded have been arrested and returned, and Tom retrieved the data from him.The Super Soldier Research Institute is back on track, and everything is exactly the same as if nothing happened.

But his thoughts are after all a spring and autumn dream!

It is the moment when the dream will eventually wake up, and Zhang Feng is the breaker of the Brownie dream.

The moment Brownie got up from the sofa and drew his pistol.Zhang Feng, who was pouring wine, turned around abruptly and waved his left hand.

Snapped!

Brownie felt a sharp pain in his gun, and the gun that he couldn't hold slammed to the ground.His hideous expression solidified completely on his face, and he even forgot to scream.

I thought this was a chance to kill Zhang Feng, but the final result was like this, without hurting the opponent.

When entering the room, Browning's plan was to continue to delay time with Zhang Fengxu and Weishe until he heard Zhang Feng let him sit on the sofa, and his mind changed.

The plan has not changed fast.

The reason he changed his mind was because he remembered that there was a pistol in the gap of the sofa.

The pistol is Browning.In the first year of 1922, it was handcrafted by the gun master John Moses Browning himself!

The precious value of this gun can be imagined. If it is put up for auction, the final transaction price must be a sky-high price.

But Brownie is short of money, so naturally he won't be auctioned off, and he himself likes this gun.

In addition, he has a habit, that is, hiding the gun.

This is because he has become a habit after climbing higher and higher positions and getting more and more assassinations.

Therefore, after wrapping up this treasured Browning, he hid it in the gap of the sofa.

After hearing Zhang Feng let him sit on the sofa, he restrained the complex emotions in his heart, and he seemed to sit on the sofa as usual, just blocking the position between the Browning pistol and Zhang Feng. .

With a stunned expression, General Brownie slowly lowered his head, his stunned eyes saw that his right hand had been swollen high, and there was a coin-sized bruise on the back of his hand.

Looking at the ground again, a cork of red wine was spinning around his feet.

He raised his head and looked at Zhang Feng.

He is afraid!Fearing to anger Zhang Feng, kill himself directly.

Zhang Feng, who was carrying the wine bottle, had very plain eyes, a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and red wine juice hanging on it.

But it was such harmless expressions of humans and animals that made Brownie feel the bone-to-shoulder cold, like an ice cellar.

Zhang Feng picked up two large bottles of vodka from the wine cabinet and walked slowly towards Brownie.

Brownie's body was trembling. If he were to give him a chance, he would never take the gun out.

However, there is no regret medicine at all at this time, people always have to pay for what you have done!

Zhang Feng walked closer and closer, walked in front of Browning, and looked down at the pistol on the ground.

"Browning pistol, a good thing."

With that said, he placed the two wine bottles in his hand on the coffee table, with one toe, the pistol flew up and landed firmly in his hand...