Super Special Forces King

Chapter 309 I'm Sorry; Thank You

309、

Hu Xinting ignored the hardness and coldness of the ground and threw herself down beside Zhang Feng.

In the past, she was extremely indifferent to everything, with a faint smile on her face, but at this time she couldn't calm down.

Tears couldn't stop flowing down, rustling down, and the delicate shoulders couldn't help shaking.

On her cheek, the faint scar is still there, but because of the long time, the scar gradually fades, but it is faintly visible.

The choreographer also walked over and checked Zhang Feng's injuries.

After the examination, he also breathed a sigh of relief. Although Zhang Feng looked miserable and there was no good spot on his entire face, it was all traumatic and completely unknown.

He stood up, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed 120. After explaining the location, he stood aside and waited.

...

Chen Wanru waited until she became more anxious, and the longer it took, the more dangerous Hu Xinting became.

Finally couldn't sit still and dialed Zhang Feng's phone.

When the dancer heard Zhang Feng's cell phone ringing, he took out the cell phone from his pocket and connected it.

"Little Junior Brother, is there any news about Hu Xinting?" Chen Wanru asked impatiently.

"I am Xu Yuwei!" The dancer said lightly.

"Xu Yuwei? Why is Zhang Feng's phone in your hand?" Chen Wanru asked in surprise, "Could it be... Could it be that what happened to Zhang Feng?"

The choreographer did not hide it, and said straightforwardly: "He passed out in a coma, but there is no danger to his life, and the ambulance is coming. By the way, Hu Xinting was also rescued. Our current location is in the warehouse of Kyoto No. 7 Pharmaceutical Factory. You send your people over to finish it."

Hearing that, Chen Wanru's heart that was always hanging was finally let go, and said: "Okay. I will send someone there immediately. When I get to the hospital, tell me the address of the hospital."

"Good." After speaking, the dancer hung up.

...

After waiting for twenty minutes, the ambulance sent by the nearest hospital finally honked and stopped at the door of the hospital.

The doctors and nurses in white lab coats rushed into the warehouse and were taken aback when they saw Mao Xiaorui's body lying on the ground and Zhang Feng, who was no longer visible in human form.

"Save him, police guy." The dancer said lightly.

Hearing his words, the hospital personnel reacted quickly and lifted Zhang Feng onto a stretcher and out of the warehouse.

Hu Xinting followed him into the ambulance of the hospital, but the choreographer stayed. He had other things to do.

After the ambulance left quickly, the dancer walked out of the warehouse and got into the car that Zhang Feng had driven over.

Start the car and leave quickly.

The young hacker was still being held in another place. Although only half his life was left to be tortured by the dancer, there was no life threatening.

As for his life and death, the dancer has to wait for Zhang Feng to wake up before making a decision.

As for the so-called promise, it is just a joke in the eyes of the dancer. A man should indeed make a promise, but he must be divided! To deal with the wicked, the so-called promise is no more than a quick response. To treat friends, even if you are willing to do it all, you must fulfill your promise.

...

The chaos in Kyoto finally subsided on the surface after Hu Xinting was rescued.

The follow-up investigation has just begun, after all, there are still many doubts in the whole matter.

Seven mercenaries entered the country, how did their identities come from?

In China where black gun control is so strict, how can these mercenaries obtain pistols, rifles, and sniper rifles through such channels?

Why is the control system in the background of the Traffic Management Bureau so easily invaded and even taken away by others!

Each thing was specially approved for special handling, and shots were quickly handled.

...

But these things obviously have nothing to do with Zhang Feng, because he is still lying in the hospital bed in a coma.

When he woke up, it was the morning of the third day, a whole day and a night!

The doctor diagnosed that Zhang Feng's body did not have any major problems. Most of them were traumatic and soft tissue contusions. Only the shoulder had a certain degree of bone fracture.

It is not particularly serious, as long as you cultivate for a while, you can heal, and there will be no sequelae.

For a day and night, the dancer did not show up, and the person who accompanied the hospital bed was Hu Xinting.

During this period, someone had come and wanted to pick up Hu Xinting, but she was coldly refused.

Just sitting on the side of the bed, waiting for Zhang Feng to wake up.

When Zhang Feng opened his eyes, he saw Hu Xinting sitting by the bed, the corners of his mouth moved, and an ugly smile was squeezed out.

"Sorry."

"thank you!"

The two spoke almost simultaneously. Sorry Zhang Feng said it, and thank you, Hu Xinting said it.

Shaking his head bitterly, Zhang Feng said, "What are you thanking me for? If it weren't for me, I wouldn't involve you in this matter. That was the case in Southwest City. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't... …"

Without going on, her eyes stopped on the scars on her face that had faded a lot, but were still hideous.

Hu Xinting said calmly: "It has nothing to do with you. That was the case when I was in Southwest City. Mao Xiaorui would have delusions about me without you, but you just appeared as expected. So I want to thank you."

"I..." Zhang Feng wanted to say something about himself and Zhuo Zhaoyun, but he didn't know how to speak.

Hu Xinting still had a faint smile at the corner of her mouth, seeing his hesitant expression, but did not ask. This is her temperament. What you want to tell me will eventually be said. If you don't want to say it, I will never force it.

For a moment, both people fell into silence, and the atmosphere in the ward became extremely embarrassing.

Hu Xinting slowly peeled the skin of the apple, and when it was finished, he handed the apple to Zhang Feng, and said faintly: "Eat an apple."

"...Okay." Zhang Feng nodded and took the apple into his hand.

As soon as I wanted to eat, I heard a loud noise coming from the corridor outside the door: "Who are you? Why don't you let me in. Get out, I want to see Zhang Feng."

Hearing this voice, Zhang Feng's head was as big as a fight. Why did Zhuo Zhaoyun come back at this time!

On the contrary, Hu Xinting was more calm, still with a faint smile on the corners of her mouth, with crooked eyebrows, and smiled: "She is here, and I just want to talk to her. When we talk, let her come and see you. ."

After speaking, he stood up and walked towards the outside of the ward.

Zhang Feng had a headache and wanted to speak, but opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. For a long time, he could only sprinkle his anger on the apple in his hand, bite it down and swallow it into his stomach.

Hu Xinting, who walked out of the ward, looked at Zhuo Zhaoyun who was stopped by the bodyguard at home from a distance. Although this was the first time we met, she was already very familiar.