Super Special Forces King

Chapter 277

277.

The security guards in the villa area did not dare to stop the car rushing out, but there was a crossbar.

The security guard would not kindly see Zhang Feng driving over to raise the crossbar deliberately.

Seeing the crossbar, Zhang Feng did not decelerate at all, but accelerated and rushed past.

Carrying swift speed, the windshield hit the crossbar first.

There was a loud ‘bang’.

The crossbar is twisted and deformed at an eye-visible amplitude, with metal tearing that makes teeth sore.

The windshield is not much better, the dense spider pattern is full, completely blocking the view.

The car body was shaken violently. Zhang Feng, who was sitting in the driving position, was the first to bear the brunt. He almost rushed out and hit the windshield.

The sight was blocked and there was no way to drive. Zhang Feng pulled out the pistol and pulled the trigger constantly at the four corners of the windshield.

After the shot, he lifted his foot and slammed on the windshield, three feet in a row, with a loud bang, the entire windshield could no longer withstand the terrifying force and flew out.

Without the windshield, the line of sight was restored, but Zhang Feng's eyes widened because there was a large truck driving in front of him.

At the current speed, I'm afraid I will get under the big truck from the side.

Did not die in the enemy's hands, but died under the wheels of a large truck, I am afraid that people will laugh out loud.

Teeth clenched and rattled, his feet slammed on the brakes, the handbrake was pulled, and the steering wheel slammed.

The body of the car with too much range squeaked and moved quickly and violently, and the locked tires erased the dark arc-shaped marks on the ground.

The body was unstoppable and hit a large truck from the side.

The strong impact caused the windshield on the side to burst and turn into pieces of glass.

The frenzied friction was accompanied by creaking movements, accompanied by a series of sparks.

Using a kitchen knife to chop the wire, sparks and lightning all the way, it is really suitable to describe the scene at this moment.

The violent impact also caused Zhang Feng's head to become chaotic. If it weren't for holding the steering wheel tightly, I'm afraid the whole person would be thrown out.

Kun Sha, who was thrown into a coma in the back row, slammed his head against the body, a bruise.

Although the pain caused him to wake up slightly from his coma, he shook his head vigorously.

But Zhang Feng didn't notice Kun Sha in the back at all at this moment, his full attention was in the front.

Because of the collision, the car has obviously lost control, and the vehicle must be regained as soon as possible.

But at this moment, Kun Sha's mind was also sober, staring at Zhang Feng fiercely, and directly rushed over, and his uninjured arm tightened Zhang Feng's neck from behind.

For a while, Zhang Feng couldn't breathe at all, his eyes staring as if he was about to pop out of his eye sockets.

"what!"

"Die, let's die together!" Kun Sha yelled frantically.

Zhang Feng's hands must be pressed on the steering wheel, otherwise it must be a car crash. Kun Sha's neck was so tight that he couldn't breathe, and his entire face became purple.

Released one hand, picked up the pistol and slammed it back.

But Kunsha was already determined to die, and even if the **** of the rifle hit her body, she would not let go.

Zhang Feng anxiously became wise, released the pistol, reached for the control button of the seat, and slammed it.

The seat under him quickly fell backwards, Kun Sha was caught off guard, and Zhang Feng was able to get out of his arm.

Regardless of the feeling that his head was about to explode, he raised his fist and blasted Kun Sha's head fiercely.

The sad Kun Sha passed out again.

Adjusting the seat back, Zhang Feng coughed desperately while holding the steering wheel in his hands, as if he was about to cough up the internal organs from his mouth.

As soon as he calmed down, he heard rapid sirens in the distance.

"Not good!" He said in his heart, Zhang Feng increased the throttle again. It would be difficult to get things done if the police in the country bite him.

There has been no movement of the mobile phone in his pocket, which makes Zhang Feng's heart more anxious.

"Made. Do these intelligence personnel eat anything special? There hasn't been any movement for so long."

Just after cursing, the phone in my pocket rang suddenly, and I couldn't wait to get it through.

The hoarse voice through the voice changer sounded incredibly cordial at the moment: "Drive forward three blocks, turn right at the fourth traffic light intersection and get into the back street, where someone will meet you!"

The sound stopped abruptly here, but it was enough for Zhang Feng.

Tuck the phone back into his pocket, speed up again, and the damaged car whizzed along the road.

After driving to the designated place, he rushed into the back alley with a bend.

A large truck was parked not far away. The truck's door was open and there was a ramp underneath.

Standing beside a young man wearing a mask, he waved his hand when he saw Zhang Feng's car driving.

There is no doubt that it must be 01, and drove fast on the pad, and the vehicle directly got into the compartment of the large truck. After a while, the car door was closed from the outside.

Zhang Feng also secretly let out the sound of the big truck starting.

There was silence in the carriage, and the sound of vehicles driving in my ears.

Zhang Feng fell limply on the seat, his muscles were suffering from severe pain. In a state of high spirits, you can't notice it at all, and once you relax, the pain immediately invades.

In the dark, I took a cigarette out of my pocket and held it in his mouth, and found a lighter to light it.

The curling smoke diffused, and the inferior cigarettes had a strong pungent nicotine smell.

With the help of the faint flame of the lighter, you can see that Kun Sha behind is still in a coma.

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There is no concept of time in the dark, and after a while, the truck brakes slowly to a stop.

Zhang Feng, who was originally relaxed, immediately stood on guard, and the pistol held in his hand remained ready to be fired at any time.

Waiting quietly, the door of the cargo box was opened from the outside, and the dazzling light suddenly came in, making Zhang Feng who was used to the darkness quite uncomfortable, and his eyes narrowed into a gap.

Seeing that the person who opened the door was the man wearing a mask who waved to him at that time, Zhang Feng was relieved and slowly put the pistol away.

After the backing board was arranged, Zhang Feng started the car to slowly dump the shipping box.

Jumped out of the car and looked at the surrounding environment.

A huge warehouse, neatly placed these containers.

"The dancing girl is waiting for you in the office, come with me." The pure Chinese language came from the mouth of the mask man.

Zhang Feng followed him to the office of the so-called dancing girl.