Super Special Forces King

Chapter 357

357、

The reason why I want to know about Zach is because Zhang Feng feels that there is something wrong with this diamond transaction.

Just after the transaction was completed, Johnson and Zhai Qiang had just withdrawn, and there was a chaotic shot of gunshots from the trading location. Then Johnson and Zhai Qiang were chased by the fire ant mercenary group!

Only one explanation can explain these things. That was the infighting between Zac and others, among them there was collusion between the inner ghost and the fire ant mercenary group.

The inner ghost killed the others and took away six million dollars. And the mercenaries of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group hidden in the periphery were responsible for killing Johnson and Zhai Qiang who were trading, and then took the diamonds.

When the time comes, money and diamonds can all fall into the opponent's hand, which is really a good calculation.

After figuring out the joints, Zhang Feng sneered at the corners of his mouth. The last time the Fire Ant Mercenary Group attacked him had not had time to settle accounts with them, and now he came to this place again, just two accounts were settled together.

Turning his head to look at Johnson, there is a slight pain on his face.

Zhang Feng frowned slightly, turned his gaze to his back, and saw that the clothes had been stained red with blood.

Now they have formed blood scabs sticking to the clothes.

"How did the back hurt?"

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Johnson turned his back a bit, facing Zhang Feng and said, "No... it's okay, Brother Feng."

Zhang Feng grabbed his arm, turned his body over, looked at his back, and said, "Do I still need to hide it from me? How did it hurt?"

Johnson groaned for a moment, and then said: "After we got the diamonds, Zhai Qiang and I got in the car and retreated to the west. As a result, an armed man carrying a bazooka was secretly killed and fired directly. I could only force it. Played a reverse game, and then fell on Zhai Qiang."

He did not go on, and Zhang Feng could also think of what happened later.

The explosion sounded and the vehicle was lifted off. Johnson, who fell on Zhai Qiang, helped him block the windshield.

The sharp shards of the windshield pierced into his skin, cutting out a series of wounds, densely covered with blood stained on the clothes, now dried up and formed blood scabs.

Without saying more, Zhang Feng stretched out his hand to touch the dried blood scab, and shook his head slightly. The clothes were already stuck to the wound.

If there is enough clean water now to wet the clothes and dissolve the blood scabs, the clothes that are stuck to the wound can be easily peeled off.

But there was only a pot of clear water in the backpack, and the two of them didn't know that they would have to survive in the wild for a few days before they could return to the city. This clear water was precious.

"Johnson, if you can bear the pain, I will tear off your clothes. If you can't hold it, let's use clean water!"

Johnson shook his head and said solemnly: "Brother Feng, just pull it off."

Zhang Feng gritted his teeth, nodded, and said, "Johnson, don't carry it hard. Although water is important, your life is more important to me."

With a warm heart, Johnson said solemnly: "Come on, I can live it."

Zhang Feng took off the backpack behind him, took out the kettle from it, and set it aside. If Johnson can't bear it by then, even if he doesn't agree, he must use clean water.

Take out the 75% medical alcohol and gauze in the vial and put them aside for preparation.

Without finding anything like a wooden stick, Zhang Feng could only tore off a handful of hay, rubbed it into a twine in his hand and stuffed it into Johnson's mouth, "biting."

Severe pain can make people clenched their teeth unconsciously, and the violent movements may even bite the tongue.

Johnson bit the hemp rope and said vaguely: "Come on, Brother Feng, I'm ready."

After taking two deep breaths, Zhang Feng drew out the dagger and cut his clothes horizontally from his shoulder, then put the dagger back into the bag.

Pulled the clothes with both hands, took a sharp breath, and tore it down!

The slower the delay, the longer it will cause Johnson to suffer, and he must work hard!

"Uh……"

Johnson's body suddenly tensed, and the veins on his neck violently burst, and his two fists were clenched together.

As the blood-stained clothes were torn off, many wounds that had stopped bleeding were torn apart again, leaving traces of blood rustling behind.

Seeing the wounds behind Johnson, even Zhang Feng couldn't help but breathe in cold air.

There are thirty or forty wounds on the broad and thick back! Some were cut out by glass with a length of four or five centimeters long, while others were pieces of glass inserted directly into the skin.

"Johnson, hold on, I will take out the glass shards from your wound!" Zhang Feng said coldly, taking out the dagger again.

Pour medical alcohol on the dagger slightly, take out the lighter and light it, which is considered as disinfection.

After the flame was automatically extinguished, Zhang Feng grasped the dagger, and the tip of the knife slowly approached the wound.

The tip of the knife burning with flames was inserted into the wound, and with a quick pick, the blood-stained glass shards were suddenly peeled off.

It took a full ten minutes to take out the fragments inlaid on his back, and Johnson's entire back was stained red with blood.

Licking his shriveled lips, Zhang Feng took the alcohol and slowly fell on Johnson's wound.

Wounds that are exposed to the outside are very easy to be infected, especially in hot regions like Africa, where a little careless wound may ulcerate.

The pain of pouring alcohol on the wound is very affordable.

Johnson's body that had just slackened tightly tightened again, and his teeth were shaking with the hemp rope, and his throat let out a low hum.

After disinfection, Zhang Feng took the gauze, wrapped it around his body in circles, and finally tied a slipknot on his chest.

"It's fine." Zhang Feng said.

Johnson spit out the hemp rope he was biting, gasping for breath, cold sweat dripped down his already painful face.

He took two cigarettes out of his pocket, lit them, took one by himself, and stuffed one into Johnson's mouth.

Smoking a cigarette, he took off his camouflage combat uniform jacket and threw it to Johnson, saying: "Johnson, do we have to settle the accounts properly? Let's talk about it. What should you do about defying orders? "

Johnson grasped the combat uniform that Zhang Feng threw over, and saw that there was only one combat vest left on him, and said: "Brother Feng, this dress..."

"Just put it on for you, how can a big man twitch like a lady?" Zhang Feng exclaimed.

"No."

Johnson said embarrassingly: "Brother Feng, I mean...this dress is too small."

"Puff...cough cough." Zhang Feng choked on his throat with a puff of smoke. Mad, thought he was modest, because it turned out to be too small for his clothes.

But it is also Johnson who is two meters tall, and he is less than 1.8 meters tall, the difference between the two heights is 30 centimeters, body shape? I can even put myself in.