Super Special Forces King

Chapter 384

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Mike driving at the moment can be described as crazy.

On the bumpy road, the car body violently jolts and shakes, and it makes creaking movements from time to time, as if the car body will fall apart at any time.

The speed of the car has been kept above 160 kilometers per hour from start to finish. No matter how fast the car body is, it will not be able to bear it. Even so, I am afraid that the car will soon be scrapped after this trip.

"Mike, how many kilometers are there?" Zhai Qiang, who was sitting in the back row, held a pistol against the head of the doctor who had been taken hostage, and asked. In fact, he no longer needs to hold a gun at this moment. The doctor has already been shaken and bumped, and I am afraid that he will not be able to run.

"Come right away. We will be there in half an hour at the latest." Mike said, holding the steering wheel tightly. He had never thought that one day he would drive so hard in his life.

Zhai Qiang nodded. He just heard Zhang Feng's crazy tone. He could imagine the urgency in Zhang Feng's heart, but he didn't know how crazy things Zhang Fengcheng would do if Zhao Qiang really had something to do.

Now that the fire ant mercenary group has just taken the station, the whole team is developing in a good way, but at this time, there is no problem with Zhang Feng, who is the backbone of the heart, otherwise such a long time will all be wasted and the work will fall short!

...

Johnson held the gun steadily, the muzzle firmly locked the head of the last mercenary in the distance through the scope, and the phone on the trigger slowly pulled the trigger.

"Bang!" The gun sounded, the bullet grazing the barrel, and it was shot out with the khaki muzzle, and got into the head of the mercenary with great accuracy.

The mercenary's body shook violently, and slowly fell backward, with a relief in his eyes.

When the companions around him died one by one, and one person died, the fear in his heart increased by one point, and a little bit accumulated in his heart.

He resisted the urge to'suicide' in the jungle full of booby thunder, always holding a trace of expectation.

But what he was looking forward to did not happen after all, it was just that he lived a few more minutes compared to other mercenaries.

Johnson also fell on the weeds in general, his chest undulating violently, panting heavily. Although only a finger is needed to shoot, killing is an extremely exhausting matter. Through the sight, the head exploded and the blood spattered mixed with white brains. Ordinary people may feel unbearable vomiting or mental breakdown. Such images are constantly happening in front of Johnson.

Even if he had killed all the mercenaries at this moment and closed his eyes and lay on the grass, what appeared in his mind was still the horror of the mercenaries before his death.

"Brother Feng, I have done it here!" Johnson's voice was extremely tired.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng said lightly: "Come back, I am waiting for you in the resident."

Johnson slowly got up from the ground, his eyes involuntarily looked at the corpses and the dense blood, a trace of fatigue and numbness flashed in his eyes.

When he walked from the gate of the residence to Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng immediately noticed Johnson's unusual state.

With a slight frown, Johnson's state is a bad omen! After the war, the most terrifying thing for soldiers is the war syndrome!

The psychological pressure of killing the same kind, the physical pressure of the injury will cause discomfort after the battle is over, and a strong self-doubt in the heart!

In the end, it will not only lead to the decline of physical functions, but also make people have a strong urge to commit suicide.

Can't go on like this!

Zhang Feng walked slowly in front of Johnson, slammed his fist on his chest, and said with a smile: "Johnson, now the fire ant mercenary group's resident is ours. By the way, wait here to clean up. After that, the two of us will set off to find your tribe! At that time, bring all the people from your tribe over, hahaha."

Hearing this, Johnson's bleak eyes regained his gaze, and what he cared most was the primitive tribe he was in.

Zhang Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "Johnson. Killing is the most brutal machine, because he reaps the same kind of life. But existence must be valuable. And what we kill is not unarmed people, but Mercenaries who are already brutal and inhumane, why do they need to add an inexplicable psychological burden to themselves?"

Johnson nodded, touched his head, and said with a naive smile: "Well, I understand, Brother Feng."

"Keep down, let me look at your wound."

Hearing that, Johnson squatted down his huge body.

Seeing the wound on the arm, there is nothing serious, just take out the bullet stuck in the flesh. Seeing the injury on his shoulder, even Zhang Feng couldn't help but breathe in cold air.

A large piece of flesh was torn off abruptly from the shoulder, and a section of the shoulder blade had been exposed.

He shook his head slightly, and said in his heart that Johnson's patience was really comparable. When the AK-47 fired a gun, the huge recoil was acting on the shoulder, and it would inevitably involve the wound on his shoulder. The pain was completely unimaginable.

"Johnson, you have to be patient. There is no anesthetic now, and Mike and Zhai Qiang should bring the doctor over soon." Zhang Feng said.

"I'm fine, Brother Feng." His eyes saw the dancer and Zhao Qiang lying on the ground, and he asked, "Brother Feng, how about the two of them?"

"It's hard to say. The dancing boy lost too much blood. Zhao Qiang lost too much blood and had a gunshot wound. Now I'm waiting for the doctor to come." Zhang Feng's face was a bit bitter, although now he has snatched the fire ant mercenary group's resident. The price paid is also considerable. The choreographer and Zhao Qiang are hanging by a thread, and Johnson is seriously injured.

"Brother Feng. I and Zhai Qiang will be there soon!" Mike's voice quickly sounded in Zhang Feng's headset.

"Okay! I'll pick you up right away. Johnson, you put Zhao Qiang and the dancer on the bed in the cave first. By the way, I hung a grenade on the bed sheet. Please pay attention." Zhang Feng said excitedly.

He rushed to the outside of the station quickly. A large area of ​​the main entrance of the station was set up with booby mines. If they didn't pick them up, they would get in and the consequences would be disastrous!

...

After receiving Zhai Qiang and Mike, Zhang Feng quickly led the doctor into the cave and said straightforwardly: "You, save me two of them, and I will give you one hundred thousand dollars! If you can't save, you give them. Two funerals! It's that simple."

The doctor's body was shaking like chaff, and he nodded and said, "You... go out first, I can't get treatment here."

Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your news. One hundred thousand dollars, a bullet, you choose." Then he greeted Zhai Qiang and Mike to walk out of the cave.

After walking out, he turned his head to look at Mike and Zhai Qiang and said, "You guys have all the weapons and ammunition in the station converged, and nothing is wasted. I will converge the weapons outside."