Super Special Forces King

Chapter 355

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"Brother Feng, I caught him!"

Johnson's voice was transmitted to Zhang Feng's ear through the headset.

"Good job."

Admiringly said, Zhang Feng's forward body stopped abruptly, turned around, raised his gun, aimed, and shot!

Continuous action, fast and stable, without any muddle-headedness.

Aim, lock the armed personnel carrying individual rocket launchers among the crowd, and steadily pull the trigger with their fingers.

'boom'.

With the sound of gunshots, the armed man carrying the bazooka was shot in the head. Without a scream, he fell to the ground. Those who were already dead could not die.

Zhang Feng, who finished shooting, fell to the side for the first time. When he landed on the ground, he held his palms on the ground and he rolled, and his body got into the waist-deep weeds.

The bullets roared like rain, covering the position where he had just been shooting.

Just at the very moment, if his body moves half a beat slower, he might be sifted by the dense bullets.

The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth hiding in the grass evoked a murderous sneer.

The mysterious gunner hiding in the dark was planted in Johnson's hand, and he killed the last individual rocket launcher with a single shot, and his own danger was completely exposed.

But these are not enough!

These miscellaneous pieces chased and killed themselves together, and there is always a price to pay!

Without the mysterious gunman behind to guide the chasing soldiers, Zhang Feng's ups and downs made them completely lose their target.

And Zhang Feng in the dark is like a swimming black mamba viper, with sharp, venomous fangs showing out ferociously.

Not retreating, but moved sideways to the large group of chasing soldiers.

And these chasing soldiers became blind in the dark, no longer daring to chase forward unscrupulously, but proceeded cautiously.

"Johnson, you first retreat to safety with the gunman, I will come to you in a while and obey the order." Zhang Feng said in a low voice.

"Yes!" Johnson did not resist this time.

The gunman, who was **** with his five-flowered mouth and gagged with one hand, dragged on the ground and quickly retreated to a safe area in the distance.

The body slightly protruded out of the grass, the holographic infrared sight in his hand was opened, and the silencer was installed on the muzzle.

The muzzle was firmly locked on a middle-aged man in the team. This man had a bald head and a mustache. His mouth kept opening and closing, he must be a commander in the team.

"Puff." A deep gunshot sounded. The middle-aged man twitched and the bullet penetrated through his temples. The gunholes of his fingers were crazily overflowing with blood, and his body collapsed to the ground and spattered. His blood immediately dyed the bodies of several people around him red.

The armed men hurriedly turned to the opposite direction where the bullet came, but where is the enemy? Not even a ghost shadow.

All they can do is pull the trigger angrily and dump the bullets.

Taking the initiative is futile, because Zhang Feng quickly moved to the next shooting location after shooting.

While they were using blasts to vent their fears, Zhang Feng's body protruded backwards from the other, and the M4A1 in his hand fired again.

A militant shook his body twice and collapsed to the ground. The bullet shot from his left eye, directly smashed the eyeball, shattered the brain tissue, and flew from the back of his head.

A powerful bullet shot from the back of his head, causing scars as big as a bowl.

Falling to the ground, the blood flowing like water immediately dyed the weeds and soil around him bright red.

The militants became completely frightened. Although only two people were killed by the opponent, they did not know where the opponent was hiding.

This situation makes them extremely depressed. They don't know when the other party will appear, which direction the other party will appear in, or whether they will die next!

Everyone's mind was mentioned in their throats, and the silent night sky could only hear heavy breathing one after another.

Everyone is holding a gun, looking for where Zhang Feng is hiding among the endless weeds.

Zhang Feng, who was hiding in the dark, did not show up to shoot in a hurry. He worked slowly, and killing was not a simple matter.

Sun Tzu's art of war is as follows: siege the city as the bottom, attack the heart as the top. In Zhang Feng's own words, that is not to play with these idiots, then I am totally sorry that I have been chased by them for so long!

The less you see the enemy, the greater the psychological pressure of these chasing soldiers, and everyone's face is full of anxiety.

Finally someone couldn't bear it, holding the AK-47, frantically starting to shoot frantically at the endless weeds.

The dense bullets cut the weeds and penetrated into the soil, leaving craters.

Seeing such a situation, the time was ripe, Zhang Feng burst out of the grass again, his legs suddenly exerted force, his body threw out horizontally, and the automatic rifle in his hand fired continuously.

After the body landed, he rolled, stood up, lowered his body, and disappeared into the bushes again.

Consecutive bursts of fire, five bullets, and three lives!

For the ghostly Zhang Feng, these chasing soldiers have no way at all. Waiting like this will only make people eat away slowly.

Someone in the crowd finally yelled: "Retreat, let's retreat!"

It was a complete response, and the hula-la crowd began to retreat slowly. The person in the front is responsible for opening the way, while the person behind is cautiously armed with guns.

It was not so easy for them to evacuate from the battlefield like this, Zhang Feng continued to wander, let them drop four or five bodies before giving up the hunt!

"Johnson, bring the gunman closer to me." Zhang Feng said, hiding in the grass.

"Okay, Brother Feng." Johnson agreed.

Zhang Feng did not stay in place and waited, but approached the few corpses left by the other party just now.

The opponent chased himself, Zhao Qiang, Johnson and others in the car. After leaving the city, he chased after himself, stating that he would put himself to death and drive his brothers to death.

No revenge? That's not Zhang Feng's character. The principle of life is to compare with each other.

A quick inspection of several corpses, all in rags, and nothing was found. Finally, Zhang Feng's gaze stopped on the individual bazooka left by the opponent!

Former Soviet Union RPG-7 40mm rocket launcher!

The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched twice, and the killing intent in his eyes became more intense.

He already knew the identity of those who wanted to kill him.

The last time I drove Zhao Qiang's van to check the terrain, I was attacked by a rocket launcher and almost killed myself.

The rocket launcher seized at that time was the RPG-7 40mm rocket launcher made in the former Soviet Union.

It seems that both times are the same people, the fire ant mercenary group!

"Hmph, it's really not going away, there are fire ants everywhere! Maade, if I step on you, this ant looking for death, it will be hard to dispel my hatred!"