Super Special Forces King

Chapter 82

Zhang Feng feels ridiculous. Does this guy think of himself as a good character? Why not go to heaven so awesome!

Saying that he committed suicide seemed to be very kind and pitying himself.

"One can't pretend to be B too much, or else wait for the bull B to break, and it will be too ugly to lose face!" Suffocated, raised his eyebrows, and said in a weird manner.

Before entering the army, Zhang Feng hadn't seen what kind of person he was in the streets. The man in front of him seemed to be decisive and decisive.

But the more so, the more you can't show cowardice in front of such a person, it will make people look down even more.

Stretching the head is a stab, and shrinking the head is a stab. Why not just say what you want to say.

Hearing what he said, Xue Biao sneered and said disdainfully: "It's a person like you, I won't do it myself, because I killed you, hehe, dirty my hands! Harrier, kill him!"

"Yes, boss!"

Harrier standing behind Zhang Feng with a sneer on his face, drew a machete that was twenty miles long from his back.

The machete is obviously custom-made, with a thicker back and a longer handle, which allows you to hold the knife with both hands to facilitate chopping.

The blade was cold and sharp, shining with cold light, without any doubt about its sharpness.

"Boy, when you arrive at the Palace of the King of Yan, don't forget that the one who killed you is called Harrier!" Holding the handle of the knife in both hands, the blade whizzed towards Zhang Feng's back head and slashed away. It was a killer move, which shows how harsh the North Gate Harrier is. !

Unbearable flashed in Yun Xinqian's eyes. Although this man insulted me on the plane, he did not die.

She wanted to open her mouth to let her brother let go of the man, but when the words reached her lips, she held back and did not speak. She understood that the things her brother decided could not be changed by herself.

I couldn't bear to see the blood splashed on the spot, and turned his head slightly.

Zhang Feng did not turn around, knowing that the blade was about to fall in front of his head, his eyes were still locked on Xue Biao's face!

"Go to hell!" Harrier roared.

The blade was about to fall on the back of Zhang Feng's head, and Zhang Feng moved when he had even chopped off his hair.

Quiet like a virgin, moving like a rabbit, it is appropriate to describe it.

The body suddenly moved sideways for half a minute, just avoiding the blade, rubbing Zhang Feng's shoulder and falling.

hiss. Harrier took a deep breath, he didn't expect this kid to escape at the moment of his death.

Experts know if there is any, and Harrier knows that he has met his opponent.

With a miss, Harrier put away his contempt, flipped his wrist, and slashed the horizontal knife towards Zhang Feng's waist. The momentum seemed to cut Zhang Feng in the middle!

"My forbearance is limited. Since you have to keep an inch, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and being ruthless!"

His face was teased, his scornful expression disappeared, instead he put on a pair of anger.

The soles of the feet stepped on the ground and twisted, and the body shot out half a meter while twisting the body, changing from facing the Harrier back to face to face.

The blade wiped his waist and abdomen, and made a foot-long hole in his sweater. If the tip of the knife is half an inch forward, it is not the clothes that will be scratched, but Zhang Feng's belly.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Zhang Feng shot forward and kicked the Harrier's wrist. The unexpected strength made the latter's wrist painful and the machete came out.

Moving on, the other leg curled up and rushed, his knee slammed against Harrier's abdomen.

Harrier's body bends with pain, but Zhang Feng's hair is grasped by Zhang Feng, and he pulls down suddenly.

Harrier felt that his scalp was about to be torn from his head, and the next moment his cheeks slammed into Zhang Feng's knees firmly.

The terrifying force caused his head to fall backward unconsciously, and the head held by Zhang Feng was torn from his head.

Flying upside down three meters, Harrier fell to the ground, the bridge of his nose was completely broken and sunken in, and half of his face was completely blurred by blood.

The top of the head is like ringworm growing, two pieces of hair are bald, and blood is gurgling out along the wound.

The corners of Xue Biao's mouth twitched twice. Although Harrier was not his best player, most people were not his opponent.

It seems that I really missed, this kid is very hard under his hands.

After taking a look at the Harrier who had passed out in a coma, Xue Biao felt a little relieved. Although his injury looked terrifying, it was not fatal. He could recover in a while.

When the men brought by Xue Biao saw the Harrier being knocked down, they all pulled out their weapons, steel pipes, machete, and baseball bats.

Those who don’t carry weapons are all taken locally, benches, ashtrays, vases...

Everyone is eager to try, as long as the boss of Xue Biao speaks, he will not hesitate to rush up to gang fight the harrier boy.

Looking at the bow tie tied to his palm, Zhang Feng turned around and looked directly at Xu Biao and said: "If I follow my personality, I must be an eye for an eye for a tooth for a tooth. I will kill anyone who wants to kill me without hesitation, knowing that I am What will keep him alive?"

"Because someone told me that she felt it was not worth it for such a bad person to have a life!"

He stretched out his finger, pointed at Xue Biao's nose, and said with his eyeballs horizontally, "I can see that even if you don't cover the sky with only one hand in Southwest City, you must be extremely powerful!"

Pointing his chest with the outstretched finger, Zhang Feng smiled bitterly, and said: "I'm just a ruthless person with no power and power. With bare feet, I can fight for life with anyone because I can afford to lose! You, Can you afford to lose? And your sister, if you lose, why such a charming beauty will end up, you should know better than me!"

Xue Biao stared at Zhang Feng expressionlessly. He had understood the reason that barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes.

When he had nothing, Xue Biao dared to carry a pig-killing knife to chase the **** San Tiaojie who had molested his younger sister, and was hacked to death alive.

But now, he has long lost that courage.

Xue Biao did not speak, and even his subordinates did not dare to interrupt. The entire hotel was silent, and needles fell.

There was silence for two minutes, and Xue Biao slowly said, "If you stood in front of me ten years ago, only one of us could walk out alive."

Hearing his words, Zhang Feng didn't interrupt, waiting for the words behind him.

"But now as you said, my jade is not going to fight a rotten crock like you, it's not worth it!... But... you insulted my sister and wounded my brother. If there is no answer, I will be bloody. I won’t have a face on the road anymore!"

Hearing this, Zhang Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, raised his chin slightly, and sneered: "Xue Biao, a very domineering name! Boss Xue Biao, since you have said everything to this point, draw it out. My second child Zhang is next!"