Super Special Forces King

Chapter 370

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"I see. Sister, I'm sorry." Zhang Feng didn't say any more, and hung up the phone directly.

Since the old beggar knew this from Chen Wanru's mouth, I am afraid that in all likelihood, the old beggar reported it by the dancer behind his back.

After walking back and forth in the room two times, he dialed the old beggar's phone.

After the call was connected, before Zhang Feng could speak, the old beggar said in a spirited voice: "I'm still thinking about when your call will come. Don't ask, it's him who I reported."

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes for a while, reporting someone such a **** thing behind his back, how could it sound like a righteous meaning from his mouth.

"Old beggar, where do you want to sing? If there were no dancers, I would have died in Mao Xiaorui's hands. As a result, now you report him so that he can only be discharged from the army. What good do you have?"

"It's not good for me, but it's good for you. Xiaofeng, you should be very short of manpower now? The dancer must be able to help you." The old beggar said calmly.

Zhang Feng was taken aback. It turned out that the old beggar had this heart. I really lack people now, and the dancer is able to help myself. It's just that this method allows the dancer to help him, and I feel that this method is really...a grandson.

What makes Zhang Feng even more confused is what the old beggar wants to do? First, Zhao Qiang was brought to Rwanda to explore the way, and then he was allowed to come to Rwanda after he was discharged from the army, and now he is also using less glorious means to get the dancers by his side.

"Old beggar, just tell me the truth. What kind of medicine do you sell in this gourd?"

"Hey, don't say or say. You just have to remember what I said. The golden scales are things in the pool, and they will turn into dragons when you encounter wind and cloud! Okay, I have something to do on my side. I'm dead." When Feng had the opportunity to speak, he hung up the phone straightforwardly. An angry Zhang Feng wanted to drop the phone.

...

For the next few days, Zhang Feng stayed in the house and did not go anywhere. On the one hand, he was training his injuries, and on the other hand, he was waiting for the arrival of the dancer.

Johnson and Zhao Qiang were in the remodeled basement. They either tried their fists or practiced shooting. They had a fulfilling life.

Zhai Qiang and Mike are always the two busiest people.

Mike is still in charge of his intelligence gathering work.

Zhai Qiang, on the advice of Zhang Feng, not only contacted government officials in his personal capacity, but registered a company in Rwanda.

It is mainly engaged in import and export trade. On the one hand, it can serve as a cover for Zhai Qiang's frequent purchases of materials, and on the other hand, it can also transport goods out in the name of the company.

At the same time, with the company there, Zhai Qiang's identity was immediately recognized by the Rwandan government. You don't need to make dignitaries in a humble manner, but make deals on the same level.

The smuggling of diamonds was also handed over to Zhai Qiang, after all, Zhuo Zhaoyun was still waiting for these diamonds in Paris.

As soon as the diamond falls into Zhuo Zhaoyun's hands, the jewelry company she bought can enter production as soon as possible.

However, among the diamonds shipped, there was no pink diamond of 5 carats! Once the rarity of this pink diamond is exposed on the market, it will definitely be looted and sought after. In such a situation, there is no need to rush it out.

Originally thinking about transporting the ivory pocket pistol and diamonds found in Pingsang's safe into Zhuo Zhaoyun's hand, but after thinking about it, he gave up this idea.

I had never given it to Zhuo Zhaoyun before, and for the first time it seemed to be a face-to-face even more sincere.

...

Zhang Feng did not wait too long. On the fifth day, the dancer called.

"My plane tomorrow will arrive in Rwanda the day after tomorrow. I will also bring you your knife." said the dancer.

"Okay, the dancer, I will pick you up at that time! I will have something to tell you at that time." After talking to the old beggar on the phone, Zhang Feng decided to tell the dancer the truth after thinking about it.

"Let's talk at that time. I have to prepare for this side and hang up." The dancer said.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng also ended his idle recovery and began to prepare. Although he had a general idea about attacking the fire ant mercenary group, some details still needed to be further refined.

Two days passed in a hurry in this state, and Diamond was already on his way to Paris, and now he was waiting for the arrival of the dancer.

Johnson and Zhao Qiang also stopped competing with each other, and both were adjusting their weapons.

Zhang Feng drove to the airport alone, standing at the exit waiting for the dancer.

It took a full two hours for the plane from Kyoto to land at the airport in Rwanda. After another twenty minutes or so, the dancer came out with a backpack.

It was still the face that was more feminine than a woman, with long scattered hair resting on his shoulders.

Zhang Feng waved his hand at the dancer.

When the choreographer came closer, he smiled and said, "Is the journey smooth?"

"Okay."

The choreographer took out a short knife from his clothes and handed it to Zhang Feng, saying, "I brought you your knife."

Zhang Feng didn't ask him how he took the knife on the plane. He took it with a smile and said, "Get in the car, it just happens that I have something to tell you."

The two got in the car and drove quickly toward the house. Zhang Feng also said, "The dancer. I don't want to hide you. This time the person who reported you behind has something to do with me."

"It has something to do with you? Your elder sister Chen Wanru? I know I can't get rid of this old lady. Mad." The dancer said cursingly, although he originally had the idea of ​​leaving the army in his heart, he took the initiative to leave the army and is now being killed. Reporting and dismissal are completely two concepts.

Zhang Feng shook his head and said: "I do have a relationship with my senior sister, but he did not report you. It is my master, and I don't know what his specific name is. Anyway, people in 01 call him Mr. Gusu."

The choreographer was taken aback for a moment, and said in surprise: "Mr. Gusu? Is it him?"

"What? Do you know him?" Zhang Feng was curious now.

"Of course. Mr. Gusu, I heard it from the old man in the house. He was called a once-in-a-millennium ghost at the age of 20, but disappeared at the most glorious time, and turned into Kyoto when it appeared. This is what a beggar looks like now. No one knows what happened to him in the middle decades. Later, I didn’t know why I entered 01 as an instructor and taught me. By the way, how did such a mysterious figure become Your master, I haven't heard you mention it." The dancer said.

Zhang Feng has never heard of the old beggars having such a glorious history. The ghost talent who has met once in a thousand years is completely a bad old man who eats and drinks.

Now that the dancing boy asked, Zhang Feng told the dancing boy when he was a child with the old beggar. Hearing the dancing boy grinning, he cursed in his heart: "This is all right."