Super Special Forces King

Chapter 343 Killing in the blazing fire

343.

After Zhao Qiang finished the tightrope walk on the knife edge and drove out of the range, Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen's performance had just begun!

Pingsang was content to carry two huge suitcases and was about to get in the car to leave, but was surprised to find that the surrounding smoke was rolling and the fire started to start.

And the fire became more intense, sweeping over the sky.

Secretly Zhang Feng put the lighter in his pocket.

After arriving at the designated location last night, he and Johnson took out the gasoline tank from the backpack and sprinkled it evenly on the ground.

The gasoline slowly penetrated into the soil over a night, and the long-term wind blows away the pungent smell of gasoline, so Ping Sang and his men did not notice it!

After Zhao Qiang left, Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen lit the gasoline from two rooms.

The dry weeds and the howling wind made the fire more fierce and surrounded Ping Sang and his men!

Pingsang's face changed drastically. Facing the sudden situation, he was still calm, and said coldly, "Everyone get in the car and rush out!"

Just as Pingsang's order was issued, the violent gunfire suddenly tore through the night.

"Da da da!"

With the howling of bullets, Ping Sang and three of his subordinates screamed and fell in a pool of blood, and died for a moment.

Ping Sang's face reddened by the fire is ugly and terrible!

"Made, Zhao! I'm going to kill you, you actually want to kill Lao Tzu!" Ping Sang roared and cursed.

At this time someone did something to himself, and there could be no other people besides Zhao Qiang.

Turning his head and roaring at the subordinate who also rushed into the car, "What are you still doing in a daze? Drive quickly!"

The subordinates started the car in a hurry, roared frantically, and rushed towards the raging flames.

The fire is getting bigger and bigger, and the air is full of sudden heat, and the dry weeds are burning and making a "crack" movement.

There was no time to rush into the car, and no enemy who died under the bullet was directly involved in the fire.

A screaming cry sounded in the night sky, but after a moment, the screaming stopped abruptly! Then there was an extra black body burned by flames.

The jeep rushed out of the flames, the body was burnt in pitch black, and everyone in the car was a fluke for a while.

Zhang Feng was half-kneeling on the ground with the corners of his mouth tightly closed. Things have reached this point at the moment, and he definitely can't let any of them go.

Johnson on the other side also rushed over and said, "Brother Feng, what should I do now?"

Zhang Feng's sight was firmly locked on the jeep, and he said coldly without raising his head: "What is the gun in your hand for? Burning a fire stick?"

Suddenly reacted, Johnson was holding the AK-47, and the gun was pointed at the running jeep and pulled the trigger frantically.

The muzzle ejected a yellowish muzzle. Accompanied by the endless sound of gunfire, bullets roared out, pouring frantically on the jeep.

Zhang Feng slightly raised his head to look at Johnson, holding the AK-47, and still shooting in such a violent manner, but there are not many people who can maintain shooting accuracy!

The strong recoil made the muscles on Johnson's cheeks tremble slightly, but the muzzle showed no signs of jumping up.

The abnormal recoil of the AK-47 during bursts has no side effects on Johnson's explosive power.

The bullet banged down on the jeep, splashing sparks.

Zhang Feng returned his attention to the rifle in his hand, slowly adjusting his breathing, and steadily pulling the trigger with his fingers.

A bullet whizzed out of the muzzle wiping the barrel.

The bullet smashed through the side glass of the car and got into the driver's head.

The violent road he carried directly lifted half of the driver's skull into flight. His body trembled suddenly, and the remaining half of his head was lying on the steering wheel.

The red blood and white brain pulp with bone dregs mixed together and splashed around.

The other three people in the car, including Ping Sang, were not covered.

Following the death of the driver, the vehicle lost control and turned over to one side, squeezed the ground for seven or eight meters and then creaked to a stop.

"Don't shoot! Move over carefully!" Zhang Feng said coldly, standing up and quickly ran towards the jeep that fell to the ground.

Johnson looked at Zhang Feng with admiration. His series of shots only threatened the opponent, but Zhang Feng killed the opponent's driver with a single bullet. This is the gap!

No more hesitation, holding the gun, quickly followed Zhang Feng to the jeep that fell to the ground.

Zhang Feng quickly threw the rifle in his hand to his back and drew the pistol from his waist.

The man who was crawling out of the deformed car door, had not yet come to any reaction, was directly killed by the pistol in Zhang Feng's hand.

Johnson also followed Zhang Feng's appearance. He also took out his pistol and approached the car, but a dark muzzle protruded from the compartment.

Zhang Feng's pupils suddenly shrank into needles, and immediately shouted, "Johnson, be careful!"

Johnson suddenly became alert in a somewhat relaxed heart, and quickly pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle in his hand.

'boom'

Accompanied by the huge gunshots, the man who wanted to attack Johnson was shot headshot, and his entire head exploded like a rotten watermelon.

Even after the opponent was killed, the cold sweat on Johnson's back was already falling. If Zhang Feng hadn't warned him in time, I'm afraid he would have died at the moment.

He swallowed fiercely, and the feeling of being pointed at by the gun was terrible!

Pinsang was pinched by the deformed car, and his whole body screamed again and again. There are even more wounds on his face.

"Johnson, get him out!"

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Johnson once again demonstrated his incomparable strength, and directly tore the deformed door from the body.

When the car door fell aside, Johnson roughly pulled Ping Sang out and threw it to the ground.

Even at such a moment, Ping Sang still held two large suitcases tightly in his hands.

He looked up at Zhang Feng who was holding a gun and pointed the muzzle at him. Even though his face was painted with oil paint, he recognized it at a glance!

"It's you! It's true that Zhao wants to eat black old man!" Ping Sang said in surprise.

A sneer smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and Zhang Feng said in a cold voice: "The reason why I didn't kill you immediately is that my conscience discovered that I wanted you to die!"

"What do you mean? What do you mean by this?" Ping Sang already understood that he was going to die, but he didn't understand what he meant.

The sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth became stronger, "Open the box you regard as a treasure and you will know it!"

Hearing that, Ping Sang opened the suitcase in his hand, took out a bundle of banknotes and looked at it without any problems. Take a closer look, it turns out that the money inside is all counterfeit!