Super Special Forces King

Chapter 458: The Calculation of Kurt (2)

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Zhang Feng took off his backpack and put it on the coffee table, and then sat on the large soft European-style sofa.

Taking out two desert eagles from the gun pouches on both sides of the thighs, playing with them in their hands, they said, "Johnson, please come over, our ‘guest’."

At this moment in Kurt's house, Zhang Feng called him a guest, apparently intending to oppose the guest.

Johnson nodded, holding an automatic rifle in his hands, and his army boots stepped on the floor, obviously not intending to hide his footsteps.

Walking to the nearest room, he slammed the door open, and the violent noise awakened the babysitter in the room.

Seeing the ferocious Johnson standing at the door, holding a black automatic rifle in his hands, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to scream.

Johnson strode to the bed and said coldly: "Now go and wake up Kurt, just say that our boss is waiting for him in the living room!" After that, he walked out of the room and walked behind Zhang Feng again. Standing like an iron tower.

Zhang Feng opened the backpack and took out the bomb inside and placed it on the coffee table.

The babysitter reacted from surprise, quickly put on two pieces of clothes casually, ran out of the room, glanced in the opposite direction of the living room, and saw the bundle of bombs.

With fear in his eyes, he quickly ran towards the second floor.

Disregarding the rules of the master and servant, he directly pushed open the door of Kurt's bedroom. In between, Kurt was lying on the big bed sleeping soundly, with two women lying beside him.

He ran to the bed and shook Kurt awake, and said without a second sentence: "Mr. Kurt... Next... Please... Someone let me... Go down!"

Kurt woke up in a daze, with a head of anger, and said coldly: "What do you want to say?!"

The women lying beside him also woke up with a reluctant expression.

The babysitter quickly smoothed his tongue and said, "Someone came in with a gun, let Mr. Kurt go down."

Hearing this, Kurt was shocked, his sleepiness had long since disappeared without a trace!

"What are you talking about? Someone came in with a gun!" Kurt asked with some uncertainty that cold sweat had flowed down his fat face, his house was guarded by soldiers.

The nanny nodded like smashing garlic and said: "Not only are they armed with guns, but a total of two people have put such a big bundle of bombs on the coffee table." As he said, the nanny also gestured with his hands how big the bomb was.

Kurt's face was gloomy and silent for a long time. The woman next to him was frightened, and said with a frightened face: "Husband, or let's ring the siren and let the soldiers rush in and arrest the two men."

Snapped. Kurt's slap was slapped on the face of the talking woman, and he cursed in a low voice: "Are you stupid? The other party can come in unknowingly but didn't kill me, indicating that the other party doesn't want my life." And haven’t you heard that the other party is carrying a bomb? Bring in the soldiers, and you want to blow the house up to the sky? Mad, shut up Laozi!"

The woman clutched her swollen face, not daring to interrupt.

Kurt wriggled his fat body and put on his clothes, and said in a low voice: "You all stay in the room for me honestly. No one is allowed to come out. If you hear my screams, you immediately activate the siren! Remember! Yet?"

The two women nodded quickly.

With the sound of heavy footsteps, Kurt walked down the stairs and saw Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen from the back, and also saw the bomb in the mouth of the nanny on the coffee table.

He is the Minister of the Interior in charge of military supplies and weapons, and he is no stranger to bombs. With just a glance, you can see that this dose of bombs is enough to razor the house to the ground.

He swallowed fiercely, and secretly guessed why the other party broke in like this.

I saw the armbands of the camouflage combat uniforms worn by Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen, both of which were **** wolf heads.

"People from the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group? They hacked their arms last time, and they haven't given themselves a clear explanation. Now they are coming in with weapons and explosives. Why?"

Thinking of it in my heart, he walked toward the sofa.

Zhang Feng already heard Kurt's footsteps, but he didn't mean to look back. In a game like Kurt, he must take the initiative.

Even in his house, he must regard himself as the master, only in this way can he grasp the initiative and strive for the greatest benefit.

Kurt did not walk over immediately, but turned on the light in the room.

The bright light makes the whole room bright and shining. The decoration of the room is extremely luxurious. Exquisite ivory carvings in gold, silver and milky white can be seen everywhere.

The sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth became stronger, and Kurt, the worm who guarded himself, could tell from the decoration of this room that he was making a fortune.

Corrupt officials can be found everywhere, but no one dares to show off their wealth blatantly. It is really unscrupulous in Rwanda.

Kurt was as fat as a pig sitting on the sofa. Even if he had just walked so few steps, he was already sweating. I don't know if it was because of his weakness or the threat of bombs. Cold sweat.

Kurt's fat facial features are very small, and his eyes are only the size of a mung bean.

He raised his eyes to look at Zhang Feng who was leisurely smoking a cigarette, and looked up at the murderous, fierce Qiang Sen, secretly frightened.

While he was looking at Zhang Feng, Zhang Feng was also looking at Kurt.

In the end, Kurt couldn't help it, and said first: "I don't know what it means to come uninvited? With weapons and explosives, is there anything Kurt offends?"

Zhang Feng didn't expect Kurt to be so straightforward, and he was a little surprised. It seemed that Kurt was not as trash as he seemed. He only knew to take the initiative with a questioning tone, but it was still too high-quality.

But what he said, even if it was Po Datian, he was passive, because his life was in his own hands, which was the key.

A faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he sneered: "Mr. Coulter, what are you talking about? We are just here as guests." Then I lighted the bomb on the coffee table with a gun, and laughed: "These are just passes to ensure that we can see Mr. Kurt, otherwise I am afraid Mr. Kurt won't sit down with us rough people. Chat, what do you say? Mr. Kurt."

Kurt secretly cursed in his heart, if it weren't for the bomb, I would sit down and chat with you, and let the soldiers rush in and sift the two of you.

I thought so, but smiled on my face and said, "No, no, no, I welcome anyone to visit me, and of course I welcome both!"