Super Special Forces King

Chapter 308

308.

'Snapped'.

A crisp sound rang in the empty warehouse.

Zhang Feng thumped back three steps!

The left cheek instantly turned purple and black, and it was swollen high.

"Pooh."

After spitting out the blood foam in his mouth, Zhang Feng moved the corners of his mouth with a tearing pain, squeezed out a smile, and said mockingly: "Mao Xiaorui, I really despise you. Just being so capable? It really makes people laugh. !"

Facing Zhang Feng's sarcasm, Mao Xiaorui's expression became more and more ferocious.

"Zhang Lao Er, this is your own death!" He rushed over and kicked Zhang Feng's leg.

Zhang Feng knelt on one knee involuntarily in pain, and Mao Xiaorui kicked directly on Zhang Feng's chest.

Accompanied by severe pain, Zhang Feng's body collapsed to the ground.

Mao Xiaorui's fists fell on Zhang Feng's body like rain.

Zhang Feng could only shrink his body as much as possible and try to protect the vitals.

The sound of "Papa......" kept ringing in the warehouse.

Hu Xinting, who was hanging, kept biting her lip, and she didn't say a word when she walked in from Zhang Feng.

She knew that the weaker she appeared, the more worried Zhang Feng would be, and the more she would be restrained, so she could only hold back the urge to speak and bit her lip.

The lips have been bitten, and traces of blood overflowed, stained on the lips, and the pale complexion became more and more dazzling.

Seeing Zhang Feng being kicked and beaten by Mao Xiaorui at this moment, she couldn't help it anymore, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The concentrated nitric acid dripping directly below made a ‘swoosh’ sound, and a faint white smoke rose up, showing how corrosive it is!

"Zhang Feng, kill him! Leave me alone!"

"Kill him! Even if I die, I won't regret it."

"Hahahaha, cool, that's cool enough! Hahaha. Mao Xiaorui will continue, are you dying? Why are you getting weaker and weaker, don't let me look down on you! Come on!"

Zhang Feng turned a deaf ear to Hu Xinting's words, killing Mao Xiaorui was easy, but he couldn't just watch Hu Xinting die!

Although he chose the latter between Hu Xinting and Zhuo Zhaoyun, it does not mean that he has forgotten this beautiful girl in his heart!

Mao Xiaorui's breathing became heavier and heavier, and it was uncomfortable to be beaten, and beating people is also hard work!

Standing on the spot, the chest was violently ups and downs and gasping for breath!

Zhang Feng struggled to get up from the ground. His entire face was already swollen so that no human figure could be seen. There were many torn holes on it, and the blood stained his entire head red.

Standing staggered on the spot, half of his body collapsed, and the shoulder that was hit by Mu Fangzi didn't need a bit of strength at this moment.

Flesh and blood, it is really appropriate to describe Zhang Feng's head at this moment!

Touching the corners of his mouth, he lifted his chin slightly, leaving only a gap in the eyes that had been beaten.

"Mao Xiaorui, do you know what is the biggest difference between the two of us? My bones are harder than you, and you will be scared to pee on your pants, and Zhang Feng, although my life is cheap, I always know how to write the word surrender! You don’t have enough bones, even if I don’t kick off the crotch in your crotch, you Mao Xiaorui is not a man. Hahahaha"

As Zhang Feng laughed, blood gushed out from the corners of his mouth, and the entire gums and teeth could no longer see the original color, and some were just blood red!

Mao Xiaorui was furious, and the expression on his face became more and more distorted and ferocious, and he shouted hysterically: "Zhang Lao Er, I won't kill you, I want you to taste the pain I have received!"

Slowly took out the dagger and held it in his hand, and walked towards Zhang Feng.

As he walked over, Zhang Feng did not suppress the smile on his face. Although it was painful, what could he do? Die and die, yield? impossible!

Holding Zhang Feng's neck collar with one hand, and holding a dagger with the other hand, the sharp blade slowly moved towards Zhang Feng's crotch.

"Don't struggle, or I will bite my fangs and I will die with Hu Xinting!"

Mao Xiaorui said viciously: "I will let you taste the pain I have experienced. Then I will see if you can say what I just said so impassioned!"

"Come on!" Zhang Feng yelled with his neck.

"Ah!" Mao Xiaorui roared, and the sharp blade of the dagger cut towards Zhang Feng's crotch.

At this moment, there was a sudden blast from the ceiling of the warehouse. A gap was blasted into the ceiling, and a figure fell upside down and rushed towards the suspended Hu Xinting.

Zhang Feng's eyes also burst out terrifying murderous aura at this moment.

"Go to hell!" It was his turn to hit Mao Xiaorui's cheek with his elbow.

Mao Xiaorui let out a scream of pain, and couldn't help but retreat three steps, the dagger in his hand was even lower by half an inch.

There was a chill in the crotch, and Zhang Feng didn't feel the pain, so he could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

After catching up with Mao Xiaorui's backward body, he said coldly: "Mao Xiaorui. Didn't you just be awesome? Come on! Now bite your fangs! Come on! Suicide, I promise not to stop you!"

"Ah!" Mao Xiaorui roared, grabbing the dagger in his hand, and stabbing Zhang Feng frantically.

Zhang Feng flashed directly sideways, making a hook under his feet.

Mao Xiaorui staggered and fell to the ground with a dog grabbing shit.

"Come on, Mao Xiaorui, I'll give you a chance to be a man! Come on! Bianima is like a bag!" Zhang Feng shouted.

The man who jumped down from the ceiling was a dancer. The falling body hugged Hu Xinting, and a rope for rappelling was hung on his back.

Mao Xiaorui got up from the ground, turning his head to look at Hu Xinting with an ugly expression.

The corners of his mouth twitched twice, and he suddenly laughed frantically, "Die, it's all dead, it's better to die in my own hands!"

With that, he bit his fangs and lethal venom entered Du's mouth.

Painful hands pinched his neck, eyes full of pain, kneeling down on the ground, his body slowly falling to the side.

After a while, an explosion sounded above Hu Xinting's head.

The rope dangling his hands was suddenly broken, and her body was firmly embraced by the dancer.

The hanging rope fell into the nitric acid pool, and a burst of white smoke suddenly appeared. In the blink of an eye, no **** was left.

A painful smile was raised, and he raised his head and looked at the dancer, "Mad, if you come a little later, I won't be able to save my life."

After speaking, Zhang Feng's eyes rolled, and his body slowly fell back.

"Zhang Feng!" Hu Xinting shouted anxiously.

"He's okay, I'll pull you up first!" The dancer said calmly.

Slowly pulling Hu Xinting to climb to the ceiling again, the two rushed in through the warehouse door.