Super Special Forces King

Chapter 201 Fierce Battle (Part 2)

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Taking advantage of this gap, Zhang Feng quickly rushed towards the other soldier with his bare feet.

Seeing Zhang Feng rushing over, the soldier didn't see any panic on his face, quickly drew the pistol, and locked the muzzle.

Just as he was about to pull the trigger, Zhang Feng flicked his wrist, and the knife between his fingers turned into a cold light and flew out.

"Ah!" The soldier screamed, and the pistol fell to the ground. A narrow wound on his wrist bone, the knife in his mouth as thin as a cicada's wing was directly submerged in the flesh.

Zhang Feng did not slow down, rushing to the front, a high whip leg directly hit his head.

The soldier hurriedly raised his injured arm to block it, but Zhang Feng used his best to stop it with a heavy foot.

The legs and arms are connected, and only a soft sound of ‘click’ is heard, and the arms bend to the degree that is visible to the naked eye.

His body flew upside down like a broken kite, his head slammed against the wall, and blood suddenly flowed out.

The soldier was still struggling to stand up, but he just raised his leg and fell to the ground in a coma.

After getting the other fighter, Zhang Feng rushed towards the other one. The not spacious space is not conducive to shooting. Only this is the advantage that the upper hand can use.

Otherwise, a person who can't escape facing six heavily armed special forces will be shot into a hornet's nest within minutes.

The soldier didn't choose to draw a spear, but drew out a dagger, the standard military dagger fighting technique, the blade never left Zhang Feng's vitals.

At this moment, another soldier rushed over Zhang Feng's back.

A gust of bad wind started to rush to the back of his head, Zhang Feng lowered his body, and the blade brushed past his scalp, chopped off the hair on the top of his head, and rustled down.

As he lowered his body, the dagger of the warrior in front of him also pierced Zhang Feng's chest. The shot was a killer move, and he was not emotional.

Zhang Feng didn't want to fight with them. The longer the time was, the more disadvantaged he would be. He had to fight quickly.

Facing the stabbed dagger, Zhang Feng not only did not dodge, but instead greeted him with the blade.

At the moment when he was about to be pierced by the tip of the knife, Zhang Feng suddenly twisted his body and slammed his fist forward.

The blade wiped Zhang Feng's chest, and directly made a long cut on the upper side of his chest, from left to right.

The incision is not deep, but the flesh is turned outward, and the dense blood swarms out from the long and narrow wound, directly dyeing the body completely bright red.

And Zhang Feng's fist was constantly enlarged in the eyes of the soldiers.

boom.

The soldier only felt that the baby's breath was filled with stars, and the bridge of his nose was directly broken and the blood flowed out, and the sourness made his lacrimal glands secrete tears and directly blinded his eyes.

The soldier behind him missed a shot, and his army boots kicked out and slammed on Zhang Feng's waist.

Zhang Feng only felt that his waist seemed to be broken in the opposite direction. He grinned in pain, but he did not dare to hesitate in his hand. He put a hand knife directly on the throat of the soldier in front of him with his backhand.

The soldier slumped to the ground holding his neck, his face flushed, unable to breathe.

This is still 50% of Zhang Feng's strength, otherwise he will do his best, and the fragile Adam's apple can be directly smashed to make a person instantly lose the ability to fight, and there is only a dead end without timely rescue.

After being kicked back by the force of a kick, Zhang Feng rushed forward and pulled the direct distance from the descendants, quickly turned around, and saw a cold light rushing directly into his eyes.

The sharp tip of the knife kept zooming in Zhang Feng's eyes, but Zhang Feng didn't close his eyes, but stared at him.

Suddenly, both hands rose up and grabbed his wrist fiercely.

"what!"

The soldier roared, and the veins of his arm suddenly violent. With great strength, he pushed Zhang Feng back and forth, and at the same time his knees were raised repeatedly, and they kept hitting Zhang Feng's lower abdomen.

With heavy blows, Zhang Feng kept backing away, and his internal organs turned over while suffering severe pain.

boom.

His back hit the wall fiercely, and a mouthful of blood spurted directly from Zhang Feng's mouth, splashing the face of the fierce soldier opposite.

The soldier's round eyes glared with anger, and his roar became more and more ferocious.

Yu Guang saw that behind him, the squad leader was holding an assault rifle in his hand, and the muzzle was aimed at the two of them. Zhang Feng had no doubt that as long as the "shield" in front of him disappeared, the squad leader would not He hesitated to pull the trigger, and the bullet immediately passed through his deadly point.

The hands holding the dagger slammed to the side, and the tip of the dagger directly rubbed the corner of Zhang Feng's eye to draw a faint blood mark, and traces of blood flowed out and hung in the corner of the eye like blood and tears.

boom.

The warrior couldn't bear the strength, and the inertia of the strength made the dagger stick directly on the wall beside Zhang Feng's head.

Zhang Feng also suddenly raised his foot and slammed the fighter's crotch, but he did not dare to go all out.

These fighters who want to kill themselves are all his comrades in arms, how could he be cruel to them. If this were not the case, the first few soldiers would not have fallen into a coma, but had been killed.

The warrior's legs tightened unconsciously, his black face turned into a pig liver color, and his two eyes stared as if he was about to pop out of his eye sockets.

The uppercut hit his chin severely, but he stretched out his hand to pull his fallen body back into his arms and block it in front of his chest.

The only people who could stand in the room were Zhang Feng and the soldier whose shield was blocked by him in his arms, and the squad leader who held a sniper rifle to keep shooting.

There is only a distance of five meters between the two people, and the eyes of the two people are fixed on each other.

Backhand drew the dagger stuck on the wall and placed it on the neck of the unconscious soldier in his arms. Zhang Feng sneered with pain and said: "Put down the gun, otherwise, I will cut his throat immediately. You should not I wonder if I can tell if it can be done."

The monitor's eyelid was obviously burned, and it was the red cigarette **** that Zhang Feng spit out.

Hearing Zhang Feng’s words, a slight hesitation flashed in his eyes, which was fleeting, and became extremely firm again, and he said: "I can put down the gun! Even if you are now hostage, he will not agree. I put down the gun! I'm different from you."

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth, and he grinned: "What's different, but it's all about eating."

The squad leader shook his head slightly, and said firmly: "I am a soldier. I have my own beliefs and my guardianship! I am willing to give my life for my beliefs and the things I guard. I do, and he is willing , They are willing! And you are just a beast who only knows to stare at money as a hyena staring at carrion. Of course we are not the same. I count three. If you don't put down your dagger and surrender, I will shoot. Assault You should understand the power of the rifle at close range, enough to penetrate the bodies of two people at the same time."