Super Special Forces King

Chapter 320

320.

At four in the morning, Zhang Feng was standing at the gate of Kyoto Airport with a backpack on his back.

There are only a few simple changes of clothes and identification in the backpack.

Mike stood by his side. As for the knife given by the old beggar, he couldn't take it on the plane. Zhang Feng gave it to the dancing boy, and then sent it to his hand through other channels when he arrived in Rwanda.

Zhai Qiang appeared at the gate of the airport, and all his luggage was simple, because everyone knew that it would be useless to bring anything there.

Handing the ticket to Zhai Qiang, Zhang Feng said without any nonsense, "Let's go!"

Zhuo Zhaoyun was not asked to come and send it off, there was no need, and the last thing Zhang Feng wanted to see was the parting scene, not to mention that the parting happened to him.

Boarding the plane to Rwanda, Zhang Feng opened his backpack, but unexpectedly dropped out a bank card.

Looking at it in surprise, Zhang Feng frowned slightly. He did have a bank card, but it was not this one.

He shook his head bitterly, it seemed that Zhuo Zhaoyun could only squeeze into her backpack.

Before boarding the plane, Zhang Feng had already called Zhao Qiang in advance, and he would pick him up when he got off the plane.

...

Ten hours of flying was boring, but Zhang Feng slowly closed his eyes and rested.

Zhai Qiang seemed a little restless. For him, this was the first time he had left the asylum of his family, and he went to a place full of wars like Rwanda.

Mike doesn't matter. For him, as long as he has money to treat his mother's disease, and has a computer connected to the Internet, it is the same everywhere.

When the plane flew over Rwanda and was slowly preparing to land, all three of them looked out of the car window.

It can be described as devastated. Rwanda is like a remote mountain village in China, with low houses everywhere.

A faint smoke of gunpowder can even be seen where one can see it, because of the explosion.

The real life is far more difficult than the news broadcast, and the darkness and filth that exists in the world are sometimes invisible to you in any news or newspaper.

The passengers on the plane are very calm, obviously not the first time here.

Most of them are Chinese nationals, and some of them are from neighboring countries transiting to Rwanda in China.

These people are here to pan for gold!

Why is there war? It is nothing more than unequal interests that the two sides will fight.

The hot land of Africa is full of minerals and precious animal resources. And these resources can provide unparalleled wealth, and it can even be said to be step by step gold!

It is precisely because of this that this land is called a paradise for mercenaries.

The mercenaries who lick the blood on the knife's edge have no faith or any moral standards. They are like blood-sucking leeches, chasing money and profit greedily.

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When the plane landed slowly at the airport, the three people walked out of the plane and suddenly felt extremely hot.

The sun is extremely hot, as if it can cook people well.

Zhai Qiang raised his hand to cover his face, but the sweat still trickled down. Mike is not much better either.

Zhang Feng was better than them. After all, he had undergone heat resistance training in the army, but he also felt dry and dry.

The so-called Rwanda Airport seems to be similar to a railway station in a county-level city in China.

In the distance, you can even see a few worn-out black children chasing in the broken iron fence.

Stepping off the plane, Zhang Feng turned his head to look at Zhai Qiang, and said, "How about it? Do you have the urge to return home immediately?"

"No! Since I came out of the family, I didn't think about going back dingy. Moreover, although this place in Rwanda is not very good, it is full of many opportunities." Zhai Qiang said.

"How about you?" Turning his head to look at Mike.

MacWhite’s unique white skin has been roasted red at this moment, ha ha ha ha dry lips, and said: "I want a computer and...air conditioner now. It's a bit hot and can't stand it."

Zhang Feng shook his head bitterly. Life in Rwanda has just begun, and the difficult days are yet to come.

However, the physique of the two of them is really bad and needs improvement!

As people walked out of the airport, many vehicles were parked outside, and dark-skinned men picked up the plane.

Some people have bulging waists and now carry weapons. Some people blatantly exposed their weapons and swaggered through the market.

These black people were bodyguards hired by passengers who had come off the plane.

Doing business in this chaotic place, if there is no bodyguard, the end is nothing more than the money earned is looted.

It is not uncommon for bodyguards to rob employers in turn!

Zhao Qiang saw Zhang Feng walking out of the airport with two people, waved and shouted, "Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng couldn't help smiling when he saw Zhao Qiang's appearance.

He was originally black, but now he is tanned and bright. If he doesn't speak, it's easy to think he is black.

The muscles of the body are towering high, the upper body is wearing a black elastic vest, the neck is hung with a large gold chain full of finger thickness, and the two ears are equipped with shiny diamond stud earrings.

"Two strong sons." Zhang Feng walked over and said.

When Zhao Qiang saw Zhang Feng, his fierce energy was gone, he showed a silly smile, "Get in the car first, Brother Feng, let's go back and talk about it."

The three got into the car that Zhao Qiang drove over, a dilapidated jeep without a hood.

On the seat blatantly threw a handful of the cheapest, most common and best-selling AK-47 on the black market. The insurance was opened and it could be fired at any time.

When Zhao Qiang saw Zhang Feng's attention on the gun, he said, "Brother Feng, I shouldn't be able to go out without this play. Mad, there are too many black guns!"

As he said, starting the car, the engine roared restlessly.

Just by listening to this sound, Zhang Feng could tell that although the car was inconspicuous, the engine had been modified.

As the jeep started, a dilapidated van behind also quickly followed.

Zhang Feng noticed this situation for the first time, frowned slightly, raised his hand to copy the assault rifle.

Zhao Qiang, who was driving, smiled and said, "Brother Feng, don't be nervous. The van behind is my person."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng nodded and put down the rifle in his hand.

The vehicle was driving quickly on the road, towards the city, and you could see the scene of the broken wall, obviously the traces of the bomb exploded, you can imagine how chaotic Rwanda is!