Super Special Forces King

Chapter 433 The Minister of Internal Affairs Kurt

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Zhang Feng smiled helplessly. He felt relieved when he saw that he was so attached. He walked into the house and joined Mike and walked down, saying, "Brother Feng, I know the true identity of Mr. Donald."

"Oh?" Zhang Feng was also interested, and took the information from Mike.

While watching Zhang Feng, Mike explained to the side: "Brother Feng, originally I really couldn't find this Donald. I just released it according to the news that the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group swallowed Pingsang's arms. Sure enough, some of the Rwandan government forces could not sit still and started to move frequently. Finally, I focused my eyes on this person. After investigating the people around him, it was determined that he was Mr. Donald."

Zhang Feng nodded. He really did not expect that this man formerly known as Kurt was an arms supplier codenamed Mr. Donald.

Moreover, Kurt's position in the Rwandan government army is extremely important. As the Minister of the Interior, he is in charge of the government's military supplies and armaments. It can be described as Manfred's confidant.

Who would have thought that such a person who is so important to the army would actually be selling the army's arms to his own pockets.

Now I understand why Rwanda is so chaotic. If the government does not act, the army is a moth. How can such a government create lives for the people and how can such an army maintain social stability?

"Brother Feng, now we have found Donald's true identity, do you want to..." Mike made a wiping motion.

Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and asked, "Why kill him? Because of Pingsang's dying threat?"

If he were an official of the Huaxia Kingdom, even if his background was deeper, Zhang Feng would not hesitate to kill him. But he belongs to the Rwandan government army. What does it have to do with him? What's more, he still needs to use him to hold the blood wolf mercenary group's energy, so as to provide his Huangquan mercenary group with the most precious development time.

"For the time being, I won't touch this Kurt. Mike, you can collect as much evidence as possible to prove that he sells military arms, and do your best. If he detects it, it will be unsightly."

Hearing this, Mike nodded: "Okay, Brother Feng."

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In the evening, Yun Qian woke up from her sleep, and the exhaustion of the journey was wiped out. It only takes a few days to reverse the jet lag.

Walking out of the bedroom, seeing Zhang Feng sitting on the sofa, he said: "Zhang Feng, let me check your injury. Although there is no equipment, I can still see the situation and see the situation. I know well."

Zhang Feng nodded. Mike is in his room, but Zhai Qiang doesn't know when he will be back. The less people know about the nerve control chip in his head, the better, and he said, "Go to the study!"

Yun Qian didn't think much, nodded. Follow Zhang Feng upstairs into the study.

When Yun Qian walked in, Zhang Feng locked the study door from inside. Yun Qian was taken aback: "I'll check your injury, what are you...locking the door for?"

"Don't be afraid, will I hurt you? It's just that I can't let them know about my injury?" Zhang Feng sneered.

Yun Qian was even more confused, his head was inlaid with shrapnel, could they not know about this?

Seeing Zhang Feng sitting on the chair, he walked behind him and said, "Where is the wound?"

"At the position where the back of the head connects to the neck." Zhang Feng lowered his head and said.

"What?" Yun Qian couldn't help but exclaimed, this location is the most densely nerved location, and it links the spine. If this position is hit by shrapnel, even if it is immortal, the high paraplegia will definitely not run.

"Is the situation very bad?" Zhang Feng frowned upon hearing her exclaim.

"No... the specific situation will be confirmed after I have checked it." Yun Qian did not express his doubts. There is no certainty in medicine. The mortal terminal cancer patient actually has a high fever and killed the body. All cancer cells, anything can happen, and it cannot be easily concluded.

To cover up the scar on his head, Zhang Feng kept his hair.

Yun Qian opened Zhang Feng's hair with his fingers and frowned when he saw the scar on the back of his head. Slowly put his hair down, drove over in silence and sat down in a chair opposite Zhang Feng. After a moment of silence, he said slowly: "Zhang Feng, are you hiding something from me?"

Zhang Feng sneered and smiled: "You can see it?"

"See what? I only know that the scar on the back of your head was definitely not cut by explosive shrapnel, but by a scalpel!" Yun Qian said in a deep voice, with a slight anger in her heart. She felt that Zhang Feng did not believe in herself. If this is the case, you should not bring yourself to Rwanda.

"Yun Qian. I didn't deliberately want to hide from you, this is a matter of great importance. Can you promise me that I will definitely not be the second person?" Zhang Feng didn't laugh anymore, very solemnly. Said.

Yun Qian also said very solemnly: "It is a doctor's basic professional ethics to keep the patient's condition confidential, not to mention you..."

"That's good!" At the moment, Zhang Feng said the whole thing about the nerve control chip implanted in his head, only to hide his former identity.

"What?" It was so incredible, Yun Qian couldn't believe it. The research on the neural control chip is just a topic in the medical and scientific circles! Not only is it technically difficult to overcome, but also because it violates human relations!

It happened now, and there was a nerve control chip in Zhang Feng's head sitting in front of him! She recalled that Zhang Feng had asked herself about the neural control chip more than once, so it was.

Zhang Feng had already thought that she would have such a shocked expression, so he was not surprised, and continued: "The problem now is that the pain caused by this nerve control chip is no longer within the range that humans can bear. I am afraid that I will lose it. Or I can’t bear the pain and blow my own head with a gun. So I can only suppress the excitement brought by drugs!"

Yun Qian also calmed down. After thinking a little bit, he said, "I originally thought your headache was caused by the shrapnel compressing the nerve. Now it seems that the current in the chip stimulates the nerve to cause such pain. But I don't have the equipment now, so I can't make a specific judgment. Even if I have a full set of equipment, I'm afraid..." At the end, her eyes were a little gloomy.

Zhang Feng could see the dilemma in her eyes. There are not many people in the world who can implant the nerve control chip, and the difficulty of removing the chip is not less than implanting, so Yun Qian has no confidence!