Super Special Forces King

Chapter 360: Johnson's Story

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Hearing that Zhang Feng didn't force him to tell the things he hadn't decided, Johnson also felt relieved for a while, so he opened his mouth to tell the things he was worried about.

"Brother Feng, I just...I'm just worried that you won't trust me anymore after you say it."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng laughed bitterly and said: "Johnson, why did your kid do something that murders and arson, moral depravity? Hahaha, I still don’t believe you, if I don’t believe you, when I was in prison, you might be afraid He is already a dead person."

Johnson gritted his teeth, as if determined, and said: "Brother Feng, as long as you promise me one thing, I will tell you everything."

"You talk about what it is, as long as it does not violate my principles and bottom line of life, I can promise you!" Zhang Feng became more and more curious, what kind of secret he has in his heart, and he has to promise him one thing. Say.

"Brother Feng, as long as you promise not to hurt my family, I will tell you everything, without any reservations." Johnson said affirmatively.

Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng raised his brows, and said with a smile: "Is your kid's head covered with starch, why should I hurt your family..." Seeing Johnson's firm gaze, he nodded. Nodded and smiled: "Well, Johnson, I promise that I won't hurt your family. We are brothers, and your family is not my family. How could I hurt them."

Zhang Feng's last words completely dispelled Johnson's worries. Brother's family is my family, and there is no better guarantee than this.

"Brother Feng, I actually came from a primitive tribe!"

"The tribe I belong to is completely out of touch with the current society, but a mercenary group found us and wanted to arrest me. I fled to cover the people in the tribe, was caught by them, and then sold to the United States to fight the underground. Boxing. Later, I found an opportunity, and I fled back, just to find the mercenary group in the killing tribe and avenge them. Later...I not only failed to find them, but was arrested in prison because of the murder. Later I met Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng heard one head and two big. The primitive tribe, discovered by the mercenary group, Johnson was trafficked to the United States, and then fled back to get revenge, and ended up in prison.

There is no doubt in his heart about his story. Able to speak English and understand the Rwandan dialect. The scars on the body should have been left from the black punch.

Especially the special ability he showed when looking for prey and food convinced Zhang Feng that he came out of the primitive tribe.

Only those who can survive on the barren land of Africa without relying on modern technology can master it.

Nodded and said solemnly: "Johnson. I won't say anything else. Your hatred counts me, and I will avenge you. Do you know the name of the mercenary group that took you away and killed your tribe?"

When Johnson heard Zhang Feng’s help to avenge him, he was overjoyed and said quickly, “I don’t know the name of the mercenary group, but I remember that on their armband is a weeping skull, the face that grabbed me. With a hideous scar from the corner of his eye to his chin, he has a tattoo on his left arm carrying a sickle."

"This is enough! This information is enough to find this mercenary group. But Johnson, you can't worry, after all, our power is still very weak now, and we can figure out the details of your enemy before deciding how to take revenge!" Zhang Feng slightly After thinking about it, said.

Without any hesitation, Johnson nodded vigorously. Originally, his plan was to start looking for his own enemies after he was released from prison, killing one by one!

"Well, now we still focus on the fire ant mercenary group. After we solve them, we will start investigating your enemies." Zhang Feng patted his scared shoulder and said: "Resume, your body is still There is an injury."

Johnson didn't mean to take a break, but he said, "Actually, I still have one thing I want to tell you, Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng's eyelids twitched, and this guy couldn't say anything in one breath, panting.

He glared at him, and said angrily: "What's the matter, Johnson, why didn't I see that you still have the grind of the old lady? Say something quickly and let go of the fart."

Zhang Feng’s curse didn’t make Johnson any annoyance. Instead, he rubbed his head with a naive smile and said: “Brother Feng, my tribe actually wanted to get out of the primitive jungle at the time. So I think of people in our tribe. Can you all follow you like me."

Sitting up tentatively, Zhang Feng's eyes widened, and his voice said excitedly: "What did you just say?"

Seeing his reaction, Johnson suddenly looked a little gloomy, and said in a low voice: "It's okay, Brother Feng, it doesn't matter if you don't want to, after all, it's my luck that I can follow you."

"Snapped."

Zhang Feng slapped him on the head, and said with a smile: "When did I say I don’t want them? I just couldn’t believe my reaction. Come on, Johnson, let’s chat, your tribe. How many people are there, how many young and middle-aged, how many old and weak children are there?"

Johnson suddenly became interested, and the frustration just now was wiped out. He quickly said: "Our tribe is not large. The total number is about 100 people. About half of the young and middle-aged people, but seven or eight died at the hands of the mercenary group. Personally. Only the number of young children is not clear to me. Anyway, the men of our tribe are born warriors and can hunt alone at the age of twelve or thirteen."

Zhang Feng was in ecstasy. It was true that someone gave pillows right after he fell asleep. If these people can be taken in, the manpower will be abundant immediately.

After the surprise, he quickly calmed down. A hundred people could not be settled in the house in the city, and there were many women and children among them.

It seems that finding a sufficiently safe base is imminent.

Thinking of this, another question posed before Zhang Feng, and he asked: "Johnson, do you know where your tribe is?"

Johnson shook his head and said, "Two years have passed, and I don't know where they are now, but our tribe will leave specific marks. Give me a while I can find them!"

"it is good!"

Zhang Feng clapped his palms and said: "When we find a suitable place here, I will go to your tribe with you. I can't say that if there are more, I can at least ensure that the people in your tribe are full and warm! "

This is exactly what Johnson said. For the primitive tribe, money has no meaning at all. The only thing that cares about is food and clothing, which is a matter of survival.

If it hadn't been for the change of the environment, the tribe would have become more and more difficult to survive, they would not have moved out of the primitive jungle and wanted to integrate into modern life.