Super Special Forces King

Chapter 393: Weeping Wolf Head

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After killing the secret whistle, Zhang Fengping held the rifle, cautiously stepped and slowly approached the tent.

Seeing Zhang Feng stretched out three fingers, Johnson nodded, and as the fingers fell one by one, and finally clenched into a fist, he no longer had any hesitation and pulled the trigger against the tent.

"Puff puff......" Strings of bullets poured toward the tent at the muzzle. The M4A1 equipped with a silencer made a low gunshot, and the muzzle ejected a khaki flame.

Zhang Feng from the side shot the tent in the same way.

For mercenaries, there is no need for any consideration, and there is no need to leave any livelihoods.

The unexpected shooting made the sleeping mercenaries have no resistance, and the dense bullets penetrated the tent, directly sifting the sleeping mercenaries inside.

The splashing blood splashed on the tent's tarpaulin, which became even more permeating under the light of the campfire.

Both Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen emptied the bullets in the magazine, quickly replaced the magazine and stopped shooting under Zhang Feng's gesture.

Stepping quickly towards the battered tent, he opened it with the muzzle, and saw blood flow in the tent, and the incomplete bodies torn by bullets were lying upside down.

Judging from the number of heads, the other party has a total of eight people, and none of them survives.

Zhang Feng was about to quit, but he heard a twisting sound. Could anyone still die? The brow furrowed slightly, and the foot stepped in the pool of blood with a ‘pupu’ movement.

Go to the corner where the abnormal noise is emitted, and use the muzzle of the muzzle to pick up the covered thatch. In the iron cage there is a male lion cub about 30 cm in length.

In his head, it suddenly remembered that the lioness I saw at the time was not breathless, and indeed some lion cubs had captured these mercenaries.

The royal families of Arab countries have a hobby of domesticating these lions, so a male lion cub will certainly be able to buy a good price, no wonder these mercenaries have to bring it.

His eyes grew colder, Zhang Feng really did not expect that these mercenaries were not just killing people and selling goods, but now they are also engaged in poaching business part-time.

The lion cub's mouth was bound by iron wire and could not roar. Just when he heard the gunshots, his body kept hitting the cage to make movements that attracted Zhang Feng's attention. Otherwise, it might end up starving to death.

Reached his hand into the cage to untie the iron wire that bound it, and the lion cub immediately bit at the hand that Zhang Feng reached in.

Zhang Feng retracted his hands with a wry smile, but he didn't expect that this little guy would really take revenge.

Although the lion cub was weak, he was half-arched, baring his fangs, and let out a low roar, as if warning Zhang Feng not to approach.

Regardless of whether he can understand it or not, Zhang Feng pointed his finger at himself and then pointed at the corpse on the ground, and said, "I'm here to save you. These people are the killers of your lions."

In his expectation, the lion cub actually stopped roaring, the sorrow that appeared in the shining eyes, the original roar also turned into a sob, his body curled up into a ball and curled up in the corner of the cage.

The smile on Zhang Feng's face became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that the wild beast was able to distinguish right from wrong, and now he couldn't help but love this lion cub, which is more like a ‘puppy’.

He lifted the cage, walked out of the battered tent, and said to Johnson, "Johnson, you see I found this little guy, shall we release it?"

Johnson also did not expect to not only avenge the lions, but also save a lion cub. Hearing Zhang Feng said that he would release his life, he immediately shook his head and said, "Brother Feng, we will release it now. It can't survive at all. Each lion group has a specific member, and other lion groups will not bring out food at all. Hold it. And it doesn't have any self-defense ability at all now, a hyena can kill it."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng also dismissed his plan to release it, and said, “In that case, let’s take it with me for now. By the way, fill the fuel tank of one car into the fuel tank of another car. Among them, let go of the rest directly. Then we leave quickly, and now you can quickly find your tribe even if you have a car on the move."

Johnson was busy with the fuel tank, Zhang Feng put the cage in the car and walked towards the secret whistle that had just been killed.

The secret whistle is naturally dead and transparent. The automatic rifle on his body was disassembled, and the scattered parts were thrown nearby, which would soon be covered by wind and sand.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Feng's gaze fell on the armband of his right arm.

"It seems that these people are not out to perform the task, otherwise it is impossible to carry the armband." Muttered to himself, Zhang Feng knelt down and tore off his armband.

After a closer look, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes. Is it them?

Since these mercenaries are not performing tasks, they will certainly not leave the station too far away, compared to the other side's station nearby.

Holding the armband quickly walked towards Johnson.

Johnson also fixed the fuel tank. Seeing Zhang Feng walking back, he said: "Brother Feng, let's go. Now that we have a car, we can pass through this wasteland faster."

Zhang Feng did not speak, but handed the armband in his hand to him.

"The armband?" Johnson took the armband, and his hand froze in the air. Fire was almost erupting from the bottom of his eyes, and the muscles on his face were shaking because of the irrepressible anger.

"This is what I just found on that secret post. It should be the mercenary group that killed your tribe and took you away?" Zhang Feng said.

Johnson nodded, the logo on the armband, even if he was a ghost, he would never forget it, a **** wolf head!

It's them! Killing your own tribe, abducting yourself and selling to the United States, is forcing yourself to fight life and death!

"Johnson. The station of this mercenary group should be nearby, but now the two of us may not be able to avenge you. So..." Zhang Feng did not continue to say, some words stop here, this is strong Sen's hatred.

Johnson eased for a while, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart again. Nodded and said, "Brother Feng, I understand what you mean. The grudge must be reported, but not now."

"You understand what I mean! Let's set off, now we will find your tribe, and then we will find a way to take revenge." Zhang Feng said, getting into the car.

Johnson held the armband of the Weeping Wolf's head fiercely in his hand, and his fingers made a crackling sound because of excessive force.

When he got into the car, Zhang Feng took a grenade off his body and threw it into the fuel tank of another car. If the other party can't find the place and don't drive, then nothing will happen. If they refuel and start the car, something interesting should happen!