Super Special Forces King

Chapter 182

182.

"Hmph, I have said that mercenaries can't believe it, it's really a pig's brain!" Charles said disdainfully.

Now that the intelligence is in hand, as long as you can escape the border and get a response, you will be able to escape. When the time comes, you will return to Africa by yourself. What if the soldiers of China are more powerful? Using this confidential information can exchange billions of dollars, and then recruit the team to re-form a mercenary regiment and distribute the best weapons. It is not impossible even to become the top ten mercenary regiment.

Just as he was immersed in his fantasy, Zhang Feng, who heard the roar of two people and gunfire, approached quickly.

From Tang Shijie's last heartbreaking roar, Zhang Feng already knew the relationship between the two people's interests. It was a shame that this traitor dared to sell the country's intelligence to foreign mercenaries.

What he has to do now is to retrieve the intelligence from the mercenary man called Charles by this traitor!

The distance of two hundred meters was instantly shortened to one hundred meters, and Zhang Feng ran wildly in the snow.

Charles sprang out from behind the tree abruptly with a gun, and was shocked to see Zhang Feng's body without a gun, and then he was ecstatic!

Don’t you dare to chase yourself without a gun?

Facing Zhang Feng's running wildly, he quickly pulled the trigger.

Zhang Feng's constantly changing position and tactical evasion have reached the extreme, without any regularity, let alone stopping at one place.

After three consecutive gunshots, all the bullets fell in the empty space, and the distance between the two people was once again shortened to 60 meters!

Charles couldn't help but his face turned ugly. He knew that he might have encountered the most difficult soldier in China, so he put away the carelessness that had just risen in his heart.

Holding the rifle flat, the muzzle moved with Zhang Feng's high-speed moving body.

Charles was annoyed, and he couldn't lock onto this target. This was something that had never happened before.

Thirty meters!

Twenty meters!

Fifteen meters!

Zhang Feng's body rushed towards a big tree, and his feet slammed on the trunk. The body suddenly changed direction and jumped into the air. A distance of fifteen meters is enough!

The left wrist shook suddenly, the five fingers suddenly separated, and four cold rays flew out from the gap.

Charles also waited for the opportunity, and there was no place to take advantage of people in the air, and there was no way to change direction.

Turn the muzzle, pull the trigger, and the bullet is shot out suddenly!

In the next second, a scream came from his mouth! The gun in his hand fell directly to the ground, and his body knelt directly on the ground, covering his face in pain!

Zhang Feng's pupils suddenly shrank, and the sense of crisis in his life was so intense at this moment.

He roared, his waist suddenly turned his body, and the life-threatening bullet grazed his back, tearing the cotton coat horizontally, and the hot bullet directly scorched his skin!

Falling to the ground, Zhang Feng inhaled a breath of cold air, a chill and aching sensation came from behind.

But at this moment, he had no time to consider his injuries. The moment he landed, his body bounced up and quickly rushed towards Charles who was kneeling on the ground and screaming.

When Charles heard the footsteps, he also released the hand covering his face and raised his head. There was a blood mark on the side of his neck, and his skin was slightly torn.

The left eye was directly pierced by the knife in the mouth that Zhang Feng flew out, and the knife in the mouth that was as thin as a cicada wing completely plunged into his eyeball. The blood dripped down his left eye, like tears, but blood and tears.

The other two mouth knives, one is inserted above the eyebrows, embedded in the hard skull, and the other is inserted against the nose of his face!

Zhang Feng's four mouth knives took Charles' eyes, nose, and throat directly!

At the last moment, the perception of danger caused Charles's head to shift forward, causing the immediate result.

Seeing Zhang Feng rushing over with one eye, Charles's mouth twitched, and he reached out to grab the rifle that fell to the ground.

How could Zhang Feng give him this opportunity, and finally got back 10% and gained the upper hand! The body rushing over suddenly stretched out its foot to reach the rifle.

The rifle kicked and slipped and slipped out on the snow for a distance of three or four meters.

Charles tried to pick up the gun but failed, so he drew out the dagger from his waist and stab Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng was startled, and now he didn't care whether his posture was graceful or not, he rolled a donkey, rolled aside, took up the long and narrow short knife and confronted Charles, who was holding a dagger!

"Surrender, you have nowhere to go!"

His eyeballs were pierced, three mouth knives were inserted in his face, and his brown hair was stained red with blood, and Charles became more and more ferocious.

He bared his teeth and said coldly: "Want me to surrender? That's impossible! Just see who of us died in each other's hands!"

With a hysterical roar, Charles suddenly rushed towards Zhang Feng, and the dagger in his hand pierced towards Zhang Feng with a sharp and sharp blade angle.

Zhang Feng was not in a hurry. Charles was injured more severely than himself, not to mention that anyone who appeared in the jungle was his own reinforcement.

Faced with Charles's dagger, Zhang Feng chose to go backwards, constantly wandering, draining Charles' physical strength.

Charles is not a fool either, the dagger in his hand is getting more fierce, he just wants to get rid of this difficult guy quickly so that he can find a place to deal with his injuries.

Zhang Feng is like a slippery autumn loach, and Charles can only be anxious and helpless.

"Damn it, dare you dare to really compete with me, your soldiers from China are all scumbags, trash!" Charles roared violently!

The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth evoked a sneer of disdain, and said: "It's Nima's extremely clumsy radical method. Are the soldiers of my Huaxia country a scumbag? Are you a mortal person who can judge the waste?

After speaking, the sneer on his face stopped abruptly, changed into his clothes, and said in a vicious tone, "Although your agitation is very clumsy, but I congratulate you, you succeeded in angering me, since you want to die quickly , Then I will satisfy you!"

Even if he was a dead person, Zhang Feng would not allow him to insult the soldiers of China! You say that the soldiers of the Huaxia Kingdom are a kind of trash, then I will kill you and let you suffer the consequences!

The long and narrow short knife in his hand quickly held two swords and took Charles's chest straight.

Just when Charles was carrying a dagger to block, and the two weapons were about to meet, the long and narrow short knife changed without warning, no longer stabbed straight but flattened!

Charles secretly shouted that he was not good, and quickly retreated his body!

The sharp blade directly cut out long slits in his clothes. If he had just retreated a little bit slower, it was not his clothes but his belly that would be scratched!