Super Special Forces King

Chapter 373

373.

The gigolo walked towards the box area.

There is no need to deliberately find which box McCracken is in, just walk inside, because they will find it on their own initiative.

His steps were not fast, or even slow. The eyes under the brim of his hat looked around and saw that there was not even a camera in the corridor, which saved a lot of trouble.

I have to say that Rwanda is really a good place to kill people and make more money.

Turning the corridor and walking forward, he saw two **** men with bulging waists standing at the door of a box.

When the dancer saw them, the other party also saw the dancer.

"What do you do?" The big man shouted coldly.

The choreographer didn't understand what they were talking about, but walked forward slowly.

Seeing him, the two **** men didn't answer at all, and their hearts were immediately guarded. They both pulled out the pistols from their waists.

The dancer was nearly five meters away from them, and slowly raised his hand to take off the cap from his head.

The two black big Hans suddenly stood there, and the pistols that they had just raised couldn't help being lowered.

In the eyes of blacks, only people who are tall and strong enough are powerful.

In the eyes of both of them, a person with such a perfect face is absolutely harmless to humans and animals.

The gigolo smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth, walked to the two of them, and spoke the half-baked Rwandan dialect, and said, "Mr. McCracken?"

While speaking, he also stretched out the box door in front of his finger.

The bodyguard nodded suddenly, watching the dancers closely, and they all felt dazzled.

An astonishing smile bloomed on the dancer's face, the next moment, the smile disappeared without warning, replaced by murderous intent in his eyes.

With a flick of his wrist, the butterfly knives in the left and right sleeves fell in his hands.

Two cold lights flashed suddenly.

The two black bodyguards stared with big eyes, and they couldn't believe it.

At the same time, he slowly knelt down on the ground, his hands tightly covering his neck, but the narrow wound on his neck gushed blood out of their fingers.

"Dangdangdang." After knocking on the door with his slender fingers, the choreographer opened the door and swaggered in before waiting for a movement inside.

Sitting on the large sofa is a middle-aged man, with his upper body naked, holding a woman with two sturdy arms.

There is no doubt that the choreographer, this person is his target McCracken.

McCracken frowned and looked at the door, trying to see who dared to walk in. When he saw the dancer, he was stunned.

The delicate facial features of this fair skin, looking at the two around him, there is no way to compare.

"..." He opened his mouth and just wanted to speak, a butterfly knife was inserted into his mouth, cut off his tongue and penetrated from the back of his head.

Before the two women around him could react, another butterfly knife of the dancer cut their throats.

The smell of blood slowly diffused in the box, and the expression on the dancer's face remained unchanged. The training he has undergone since entering the army is how to kill.

He put the peaked cap on his head again, wiped off the blood stained with the butterfly knife in his hand from the clothes of the corpse, and walked slowly to the door of the box.

Drag the two bodies of the bodyguard at the door into the box and close the box door, then use a butterfly knife to break the door lock.

Strolling back to the hall, seeing Zhang Feng's gaze from afar, he nodded insignificantly.

Sitting on the sofa at the card table, Zhang Feng muttered, "Hey, there is nothing fun in this viper bar. Go, go back."

Having said that, he stood up and walked outside.

Zhao Qiang and Johnson were both taken aback, reacted and hurried to catch up. Johnson didn't care, just listen to Zhang Feng's orders.

Zhao Qiang was anxious, and approached Zhang Feng's side and asked, "Brother Feng, aren't we here to kill McCracken? Why are we leaving before starting? I have agreed to Uncle Liu, so I can't explain it. ."

He slapped Zhao Qiang on the forehead and said with a smile: "Why so much nonsense? I still don't know what to do. McCracken is dead." After Zhang Feng finished speaking, he strode out of the bar.

"Huh?" Zhao Qiang slurped his forehead and quickly chased Zhang Feng.

The three of them got out of the bar and got into the car. Zhao Qiang still didn't figure out why McCracken died without doing it. Is this unscientific?

"Brother Feng, you also know that I am a stupid brain. How on earth did he die, you tell me." Zhao Qiang asked.

"The dancer came out of the bar, you can ask him later. He moved his hand, how do I know how McCracken died."

Hearing this, Zhao Qiang still couldn't believe it. Was it really killed by a gigolo? But there was no movement at all.

When the dancer got in the car, he hurriedly asked: "The dancer, McCracken is really dead? How did you move your hand?"

"Of course it's dead. How to move your hands? Take a knife and cut his neck and it's done." The dancer said casually.

Zhao Qiang shook his head and said: "Impossible! Don't tease me, the dancer. He is not a fool, McCracken, can he stretch his neck in front of you to cut him?

"I don't believe it?" The dancer raised his brows and asked, saying that the butterfly knife fell into his hand and quickly passed Zhao Qiang's neck.

Zhao Qiang suddenly felt a cold in his neck and hurriedly covered his neck with his hands, but no blood came out.

Johnson, who was sitting in the driving position, couldn't believe that a person's knife could go so fast. I remembered what Zhang Feng had said in his head. If he was alive and dead, he would not be the opponent of this coquettish man.

"Believe it now? If I didn't use the back of the blade, but the blade, do you think you are still alive?" the dancer asked lightly.

Zhao Qiang shook his head completely stupidly, and muttered: "I believe it, there is no life."

"Does McCracken need to bring his neck in front of me?"

"No need!"

It took a long time for Zhao Qiang to calm down, his Adam's apple rolled and swallowed fiercely. For a moment, he even felt that he was dead.

After relieving, Zhao Qiang's shameless spirit was fully brought into play, and he leaned in front of the dancer with a smile, and said, "Big dancer, look at him. You are my brother Feng, and I am brother Feng. Then we are brothers too, right? Seeing that we are brothers, can you teach me how to use a knife?" Zhao Qiang said shamelessly.

The choreographer cast his gaze on Zhang Feng and said in a puzzled way: "Zhang Feng is also a master with a knife. Why do you have to ask me to call you?"

Zhao Qiang shook his head and said: "Brother Feng stuffed the blade into his mouth, I dare not."