Super Special Forces King

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"Brother Feng, we have been preparing for the club for such a long time, and we can't make a big discount in publicity at the end." Zhai Qiang said bitterly.

Hearing Zhai Qiang's words on the phone, Zhang Feng nodded secretly. It is no longer the age when wine is not afraid of deep alleys. What's more, the clubhouse is in a third world like Rwanda. It must be bombarded to be explosive. Effect.

"Well, I see, Zhai Qiang. However, you have to squeeze a part of the funds for me, tell me how much I can have." Zhang Feng said. Although the current funds on hand are limited, they can't delay the use of the mercenary group.

After hesitating for a long time, Zhai Qiang said entangledly: "Brother Feng, up to 10 million U.S. dollars! This is still part of what I want to extract from the freight company's reserve funds, it can't be more."

Ten million dollars? What I need is 15 million U.S. dollars to pay to the mercenaries of the Death Scythe Mercenary Corps. What should I do if there is still 5 million U.S. dollars?

When Zhang Feng was having a headache, Zhai Qiang on the phone said: "Brother Feng, you should actually go to Brother Erqiang. He has a lot of liquidity."

Zhao Qiang? Zhang Feng is a little surprised, how much liquidity can he have?

"Okay, then I'll call him and ask."

After hanging up Zhai Qiang's phone, Zhang Feng dialed Zhao Qiang's phone in surprise. After the call was connected, he said, "Second strong son, do you still have money there?"

"Money? Yes! How much Brother Feng do you want." Zhao Qiang said.

Zhang Feng's brows twitched twice, and he promised so happy, is it really like what Zhai Qiang said?

"Five million dollars."

"Five million dollars is no problem, but you have to give me three days of preparation time. After all, it is not a small amount, Brother Feng." Zhao Qiang said.

Zhang Feng was completely shocked by his words. He actually promised five million dollars so happily, it seems that he is the poorest person in the Huangquan Mercenary Group now.

However, he was still a little curious about how Zhao Qiang could hold so much money in his hands. You must know that Rwanda is the third world, and he did not have a long time to master the underground world of Rwanda.

So he asked, "Second strong son, how did you get the money?"

"Brother Feng, you don't know, it's the various entertainment venues in my hands. Hey, there are far more rich people in Rwanda than expected. That's really spending money." Zhao Qiang said exaggeratedly.

Zhang Feng nodded secretly, and said, "That's OK, second strong son, three days later, you send the money to the old house, I am here now."

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The night gradually became dizzy, and the mercenary's commission was resolved, which made Zhang Feng a sigh of relief.

They don't have any feelings or feelings with mercenaries. What they care most about is money. As long as they have money, they can make their lives.

Then I thought of Hu Xinting's whisper in Yun Qian's ear, and her brows were tightly frowned.

How did that happen? It was too sudden, I didn't have any preparation at all.

Even if he wasn't prepared, Zhang Feng didn't think about escaping, and he had to face what he should face.

It's just that he still hasn't figured out how to face it!

He took a cigarette out of his pocket, lighted it on his mouth, and smoked it silently, until the cigarette **** was about to burn to his hand, he still didn't think of any way.

"Special, I don't know how to face it, then face it directly! Lao Tzu's bullet rain has come alive, this little scene can still make Lao Tzu difficult!"

He muttered, pressed the cigarette **** out in the ashtray, stood up and walked towards Yun Qian's room.

He limped to the door of Yun Qian's room, raised his hand, but froze in the air again, not knowing how to fall.

Zhang Feng scolded his mother for a while, so he shrank!

The rough palms rubbed his cheeks vigorously, renewed great courage, the courage to die together, and finally opened the door.

Because it was midnight, the Yunqian on the bed heard even breathing sounds, obviously sleeping very sweetly.

White and tender cheeks were flushed, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Gently pulled a chair over and sat down by the bed.

Zhang Feng's rare soft eyes looked at Yun Qian's belly!

"Yun Qian, you are pregnant now, don't cry, otherwise it will be bad for your baby." This is what Hu Xinting said in Yun Qian's ear!

It is exactly what Zhang Feng heard! Looking back, during this period of time, Yun Qian always had some words and vomits, and his body was slightly fatter, and he often felt tired. It seems that it was all because of pregnancy!

Yun Qian is pregnant? Zhang Feng's first reaction was shock! Extremely shocked!

He naturally understood that the culprit for Yun Qian's pregnancy must be himself, and it was because he was in the study that time because of the nerve control chip in the back of the brain, he lost his reason, and the two had a super-friendship relationship, which broke the window paper!

After the shock, there was some excitement in my heart. After all, it was a bloodline connected to my own flesh and blood. How could I not be excited?

In the end, there was some panic!

Where is this place? Rwanda! Africa has the worst environmental climate, the worst medical conditions, and the highest infant mortality rate!

Not to mention the living conditions here, as well as the follow-up and other issues, there is no guarantee at all here!

Let Yun Qian have children here? Zhang Feng can't worry about it! Nor can it be allowed.

And I didn't feel the love of my father when I was young, and my mother died of depression when he was a few years old. Zhang Feng would never allow this to happen to him.

The palm of his hand trembled slightly and touched Yun Qian's belly, so softly that he couldn't even imagine it, as if he was afraid of hurting the unformed baby in his belly!

Yun Qian felt the palm on his stomach, and he also woke up. He was taken aback when he saw Zhang Feng sitting in front of the bed.

Then he said reproachfully: "You scared me, what are you doing by the bed in the middle of the night, come up to sleep."

Zhang Feng grinned and said, "Why don't you tell me?"

"Tell you? Tell you what?" Yun Qian's eyes were obviously a little flustered and dodged.

"What do you mean?" Zhang Feng pointed to her slightly bulging belly under her clothes.

"Huh? You know? Hu Xinting told you?"

"Right." Zhang Feng said speciously. I heard Hu Xinting's whisper, she should have told me indirectly.

Yun Qian lowered his head and was somewhat silent, not knowing how to answer Zhang Feng's question.

Zhang Feng climbed onto the bed, turned sideways, wrapped his palms around Yun Qian's waist, and covered her lower abdomen very gently.

"Yun Qian, you should tell me anything. To be honest, I am a little panicked now."