Super Special Forces King

Chapter 712

712、

"Shooting training, especially pistol shooting training, is actually the speed of drawing the gun, which is the hit rate of the first shot! Remember, if the speed of drawing the gun is slower than your opponent, or your first shot Not hitting the target, that means death!"

Tyrannosaurus Li Jian sank and said, and then began to demonstrate various postures and how to draw the gun at the fastest speed.

Emily stared at the Tyrannosaurus Li Jian with scorching eyes, engraving every movement of him firmly in her mind.

In two days, Tyrannosaurus Li Jian, student Wen Kaiqi, monkeys, and even the dancer who has been busy talking to Emily.

How to kill with close combat, how to use the things that can be seen everywhere to turn into a lethal weapon, how to make the opponent in a highly stunned state with a single blow, and how to attack the target in the shortest time Perform high-intensity physical strikes and the main points of shooting.

In only two days, Emily couldn't keep everything in her mind, at most she just had an impression of what they had said.

But Tyrannosaurus Li Jian and others discovered that Emily is definitely a genius.

Even adults who want to complete the actions or content they say do not know how many times to practice. But although Emily was slow, she was able to imitate their actions like a gourd painting.

This is enough to surprise the Tyrannosaurus Li Jian and others.

"Crazy man, don't you give Emily what you know?" the monkey asked curiously.

Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, and said with a sneer: "It's enough for a few of you to call her. Besides, Emily has already learned what I know!"

"Already learned it? Madman, what did she learn?" The monkey was confused.

Zhang Feng sneered twice, and didn't say any more.

What did Emily learn? Naturally, the sufferings that life gave her, let her learn to endure, learn to be tough, this is enough.

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Two days later, Alfonso finally negotiated with the military, and the two sides were ready to sit down and talk.

Because the military is divided into two camps, one of them supports Alfonso, and the other is to blame Alfonso for the death of Cher House.

The two sides did not trust each other, so the final meeting place was set in the Rwandan army barracks, so that the forces of both sides can restrain each other to prevent unnecessary conflicts.

After the matter was finalized, Alfonso immediately informed Zhai Qiang of the news.

Zhai Qiang drove back to the old house.

"Brother Feng, what do you think about this matter? Negotiations are settled in the camp of the Rwandan army."

Zhang Feng frowned slightly, it was indeed a bit difficult to handle.

However, no matter how difficult it is, we must find a way to do it. After a little hesitation, Zhang Feng said straightforwardly: "Zhai Qiang, call Alfonso immediately. I want to talk to him."

"it is good."

Zhai Qiang did not dare to be ambiguous and immediately dialed Alfonso's number.

Alfonso is also anxiously waiting for the call at this moment. If he can't kill the voice that opposes him this time, even if he keeps the position of the mayor, the power in his hands will inevitably be divided. This is something he cannot accept. .

Hearing the phone ringing, I quickly picked it up, and couldn't wait to say: "Mr. Zhai Qiang? What did Chief Zhang Feng say?"

"I am Zhang Feng."

Zhang Feng said: "Alfonso, I need you to plant my people in the Rwandan army camp by tonight at the latest. If you say you can't, then you really have no value."

Although his words were awful, Alfonso didn't dare to care about so much, and quickly said affirmatively: "Leader Zhang Feng, I can definitely arrange for someone to go in. It's just that the people on both sides will take you tomorrow. After interrogation, I am afraid it is difficult to approach the negotiation room."

"You don't need to worry about this matter. My people will be divided into two parts, each with ten people. One will act as your bodyguard and will follow you tomorrow. The other part will require you to arrange to Rwanda tonight. In the army's camp!" Zhang Feng said in a deep voice.

"Okay, Head Zhang Feng."

Zhang Feng hung up the phone and said to the dancer next to him: "I'll leave the rest to you. Let Zhai Qiang lead you and Alfonso to do a better job."

The dancer nodded and sneered: "This is easy."

The people the gigolo brought into the urban area of ​​Rwanda are finally going to do something. He led people quickly to leave the old house, taking advantage of the night, drove straight to Alfonso's villa.

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And Zhang Feng got into the basement.

The waltz was captured and left to dry for so long, and the heat was almost the same. It was time for interrogation.

In the gloomy room, Waltz sat in the corner with his knees on his knees. The room was empty and dark, and his speech was reverberant.

No one was talking to him, and he couldn't see the time, as if he was completely isolated.

Even the food delivery people came from time to time, just to disrupt Waltz's concept of time, and never said a word, put the food down, and then turned around and left.

This way is a torture to the spirit.

Humans are gregarious animals, and being lonely and closed for a long time will leave their nerves in a state of depression.

Zhang Feng didn't want to use this method to drive Waltz crazy. Maybe ordinary people can, but Waltz is obviously professionally trained and knows how to deal with it.

But even if he knew how to deal with it, after a few days, the calmness on Waltz's face no longer knew where he went.

The whole face was crumpled and pulled together, like a frosted eggplant.

The expression is even more wilting, and his eyes are even more gloomy.

Zhang Feng opened the door, and the whole room was filled with the smell of excrement and urine. There is no toilet, only a bucket, which contains the excrement of the waltz these days.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, Waltz thought it was a food delivery, so he looked up stupidly and saw Zhang Feng.

His mouth opened, but he didn't know how to speak.

"Mr. Waltz, I really wronged you. Now that I see me, are you very moved?" Zhang Feng said strangely.

"Zhang Feng, do you, want, want, do, what, what?" Waltz's voice sounded like a taut pimp.

This is because he hasn't said a word for a few days and his voice is too dry.

Zhang Feng took out two cigarettes from his pocket and lit them all on his mouth. After taking two puffs, he threw one of them in front of Waltz.

The corners of Waltz's mouth twitched twice.

Otherwise, he only smokes the most high-end cigars. He would never even look at such inferior cigarettes, let alone someone else smoked them.

But now?