Super Special Forces King

Chapter 721: Exposed Mi Army Special Forces

721、

At eight o'clock in the evening, the Shengtang Club officially opened!

After a long period of time, the initial investment, coupled with the subsequent capital injection, totaled more than 200 million US dollars.

Such a large investment can be regarded as one of the most luxurious clubs in the world for a leisure club.

All over the world, the customers attracted by the auction of blood diamonds are very surprised. In Rwanda, such a third world country, there can be such a luxurious leisure club.

This clubhouse can completely hide any of their requests.

The world's food and beauty, as long as you want it, you can only afford it and you can easily get it.

More importantly, here, you can gamble unscrupulously. And Shengtang Club also provides live ammunition shooting, wild hunting and other curiosity projects.

Coupled with the high-end atmosphere and meticulous service, these well-informed wealthy people can't find any faults.

Although the auction has not officially started, the heat has already risen.

The rich, who shuttled back and forth in the various branch halls, the eastern and western beauties wearing high-forked cheongsam, carrying red wine glasses, shuttled between the reception, like dancing butterflies.

In the casino, the service is performed by **** and hot beauties in bunny costumes.

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The Shengtang Club is so lively, but Zhang Feng has no idea to participate.

He doesn't like publicity. Whether it was his childhood experience or becoming a special soldier in the Huangquan Special Operations Squad, he understood that only hiding in the dark is the safest.

Zhai Qiang is responsible for the ribbon-cutting of the clubhouse and the auction of blood diamonds.

As for the dancers, they are responsible for the security work inside and outside the clubhouse. They come with blood diamonds. They are not only rich people who want to buy through auctions, but there are thieves who want to take advantage of them.

They don't want to pay hundreds of millions of dollars. What's more, they will not be able to come up with such money.

It had been expected that such a situation would inevitably occur, but Zhang Feng didn't feel any nervousness, because he had arranged everything.

If these thieves stayed obediently, it's okay, it's them who walked away.

If they can't bear the loneliness, the arrangements made by Zhang Feng will make them spend their backs in regret.

On the other hand, the choreographer walked out of the house alone without any subordinates.

Walking into the alley three or four kilometers away from the house, he picked up a sharp stone from the ground and checked from left and right to make sure that no one else was paying attention to him. Then he used the stone to carve the pattern that Zhang Feng provided him on the wall.

After repeating the same mark on the walls of other alleys, the dancer returned to the house again.

While on the road, he had already sent a past text message to Zhang Feng: "Get it done."

Zhang Feng, who received the text message, was in the basement, smoking a cigarette in his mouth, sitting opposite the Waltz.

"The mark has been left. You estimate how long it will take for the person looking for you to find here at the slowest time." Zhang Feng asked through the smoke ring.

Waltz said without hesitation: "As fast as one hour, as slow as three hours!"

"That's pretty fast!"

"Ok!"

Zhang Feng nodded and sneered: "In order to play such a scene for you, my house is completely abandoned."

At this moment, the only people left in the house are Zhang Feng and Waltz. If one more person is added, it is the dancer who has not returned.

As for the others, after Zhang Feng had decided on this plan, they had moved into the house that Zhao Qiang was looking for again.

Not only people, but everything that can be moved in the house is completely moved.

In doing so, Zhang Feng expected that after the other party rescued the Waltz, he would definitely not give up, and he might have to investigate like this at that time.

So just in case, this is the best strategy.

Dangdang.

The choreographer knocked on the door a few times, then opened the door and walked in.

"I'm back. Is the club still stable?" Zhang Feng asked.

The dancer nodded, "No problem! Those who want to fight ghosts are all on the list, and I have arranged to stare at them. Hmph, as long as they move a little bit, I can respond immediately. And if They didn't move, so the arrangement we made was in vain."

Zhang Feng looked down at the time, then turned to look at Waltz, and sneered with a smile: "The time is almost the same, let's start, we can't look too fake."

Waltz's mouth twitched obviously, but he nodded.

Five minutes later, Waltz's hands were **** with thick fingers and hung in the air, his feet hanging in the air.

All his clothes were stripped, only his underwear.

Zhang Feng was standing beside him with a belt with an iron head in his hand, and said in a weird manner: "Then don't blame me."

With a flick of his wrist, the leather whip made a crisp sound.

The rounded whip fell on Waltz's body with a sound of breaking through the air.

The iron head of the belt directly tore a long blood hole on the body, the skin and flesh of the wound turned out, and blood was splashed.

"Yeah." Waltz snorted, his painful features twisted together.

My heart was even more slanderous, and he secretly scolded Zhang Feng for being really cruel. But he also understands that if the wound is too fake, he must not be able to hide it from the discerning person.

Happiness.

The whip fell on the waltz almost endlessly. At the beginning, the waltz was able to hold his teeth firmly.

Later, he started to yell frantically.

Zhang Feng handed the whip in his hand to the dancer, and said with a smile: "This is such a cool thing, come here for a while."

The choreographer was also unambiguous, took it directly, and began to enjoy such a cool thing.

There was almost no complete piece of flesh on Waltz's body, blood was dripping everywhere, and flesh was spattered.

His whole person was also sluggish, his head drooping.

Because of the twisting of the body, the hemp rope bound to the wrist grinds the flesh of the wrist, deeply embedded in the flesh and blood.

"Buzzing."

The phone in Zhang Feng's pocket vibrated twice.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket and saw a text message from Mike, "The target appears."

There was no change in Zhang Feng's expression. He put the phone in his pocket, took the pistol out, and said to the dancer: "Attention, the target is here."

The dancer nodded, but did not listen.

Waltz also heard Zhang Feng's words, although he was still next to the whip, at least he was hopeful, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The American special forces who wanted to rescue the waltz did not know that there were miniature cameras hidden in the alleys near the house. Their hidden voices had been completely exposed.