Super Special Forces King

Chapter 299

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The dancer is like a starving ghost entrusting his life, gobbled up the food on the table and delivered it to his mouth.

Zhang Feng's appetite is also very big, two of them swept away four meals and one soup.

After eating, the dancer continued to return to the living room and sit in front of the computer. The sooner this thing is set up, the sooner it will be effective.

After Zhang Feng finished cleaning the kitchen, he sat on the sand, holding a cigarette between his fingers and not holding it to his mouth, nor lighting it up.

"Gigolo, how long will you be able to get it done?"

The choreographer did not turn his head, his eyes were still staring at the screen, his fingers tapped on the keyboard quickly, and said: "It can definitely be done before dawn, and then we can just wait for it."

I nodded in my heart, before dawn, then everything in my plan would be in time.

Sitting on the sofa, closing his eyes slowly, it didn't take long for a uniform breathing sound.

The whole room became quiet, and only the ‘pop’ of the dancing man’s keyboard was left.

"Tingling bell." The rapid ringing of the landline in the room awakened Zhang Feng.

Look up at the clock. It's one o'clock in the middle of the night. Who will call yourself at this time?

The choreographer is still busy in front of the computer, obviously without the intention of raising his head.

Zhang Feng got up and walked to the phone and picked it up. Before he had time to speak, he heard an anxious voice from the other end of the phone: "Zhang Feng, is that you? Nothing."

"Hu Lao San?"

Hearing this voice, Zhang Feng's brows tightened, with an extremely bad premonition in his heart, and he immediately said: "Don't worry, what happened?"

"My sister called me just now but didn't speak. I just heard curses coming from the phone. I can't call your cell phone. What should I do now?" Hu Sanshao hurriedly said the matter.

With a chuckle in his heart, Zhang Feng's face instantly darkened, and he said, "Hu Lao San, don't worry, do you know where your sister is? Tell me right away, there are people who you haven't notified the police?"

"Made, my grandfather is angry, let alone the police, now the Kyoto Guards have been dispatched! I will immediately send you my sister's position." Hu Sanshao said.

"Okay, you immediately send your sister's location to my mobile phone." After speaking, Zhang Feng hung up and walked to the sofa to sit down again.

Draw out the pistol, pull the bolt of the gun to make a creaking sound, open the safety and hold it in his hand.

Although I don't want to think about it, I have an estimate in my heart. All of the people who started Hu Xinting are Mao Xiaorui and his group.

Except for these mercenaries who want money and life, no one else dares to act on Hu Xinting in the realm of Kyoto.

Sitting on the sofa, gloomily waiting for Hu Lao San's text messages.

The dancer also heard the movement of pulling the bolt, turned his head, saw Zhang Feng's gloomy face and the irresistible murderous in his eyes, and asked, "What happened?"

"I'm afraid a friend of mine was also involved in this matter, and the other party has already started." Zhang Feng said coldly.

"Do you want me to help?" the dancer said.

Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said: "No! The main thing you have now is to get things done in your hands, huh. These people have already offended my bottom line, since then everyone will be dead."

The dancer nodded, not talking, turned his head to the computer, and the speed of his fingers on the keyboard became faster.

The mobile phone in the pocket received a text message from Hu Lao San. The address was really a private club. At that time, Hu Xinting was attending a charity auction.

Upon receiving this news, Zhang Feng's brow furrowed even tighter. For the charity auction, the person who went to the charity auction must be a person with good looks in Kyoto.

The more people involved, the more difficult it will be.

Put the pistol that opened the insurance on his back, and said to the dancer, "Give me your car."

Without any hesitation, the choreographer took out the car key from his pocket and threw it directly to Zhang Feng, without even looking back from start to finish.

Gratefully forgot to glance at the dancer, and Zhang Feng quickly walked out of the room holding the car key.

...

Sitting in the car, Zhang Feng directly increased the throttle, increased the speed to the fastest speed, and walked towards the private club.

He had always felt guilty for Hu Xinting. After all, the two had a past, and they had a three-year appointment, but he met Zhuo Zhaoyun.

Although guilty, Zhang Feng never regretted it.

Forty minutes later, the car creaked and stopped at the door of the private club. He pulled a pistol from his back to push the door, and ran towards the inside at a quick pace.

Walking into the private clubhouse, no one was seen in the lobby, and there was no sound. It was so quiet and unusual.

Brows tightened, and he walked inward intently.

As soon as he walked to the door of the banquet hall, Zhang Feng’s keen hearing was just a ‘oooo’ movement.

This kind of sound can be distinguished, and it is made by shouting when a person's mouth is blocked.

Raising the pistol flat, walked guardingly in the direction where the sound came from.

In front of me was a half-person high-wrapped service desk. When I walked closer, I saw a woman in uniform **** and stuffed under the service desk with a ball of stockings in her mouth.

Seeing Zhang Feng, the woman was also panicked, after all, he had a gun in his hand.

He walked over quickly, pulled out the ball of stockings from the woman's mouth, and whispered: "I'm a policeman, how is the situation here?"

The reason why I call myself a policeman is just because these two words make the victims feel safe in this situation.

Sure enough, most of the panic in the woman's eyes disappeared. After a little calm, she said: "An hour ago, a group of people with a mask and guns rushed in, and then some of the guests who attended the dinner were taken away. ."

Zhang Feng raised his brows slightly and said in a deep voice, "Are you just taking some people away? Where are the rest?"

"Also... still in the banquet hall."

He patted the woman on the shoulder and comforted: "You have nothing to do now, don't you know where to go? Wait a while for my colleagues to come over, and you will give them a truthful response to the situation. Now you are thinking carefully whether there is any What is missing."

After speaking, Zhang Feng held a gun and walked over quickly, pushing open the door of the banquet hall.

Walking into the banquet hall, Zhang Feng's face became even more embarrassed.

On the floor in the center, two corpses fell in a pool of blood. In the corner of the wall are a bunch of men and women in suits, leather shoes or evening dresses.

This is just so glamorous on the outside, the celebrities who want status and status are **** like rice dumplings at this moment.