Super Special Forces King

Chapter 362

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As we continue to move forward, more and more things that do not belong to nature appear.

Nooses, traps, and trash produced by human beings are used to catch animals. Among them is a used condom with a milky white sticky ‘snot’.

Zhang Feng became more convinced by Johnson's judgment that the fire ant mercenary group in front was probably the resident.

Walking through the lush jungle, Zhang Feng suddenly stopped and lowered his voice, "There is a situation ahead."

Through the holographic infrared sight, I saw a red human figure sitting on a branch behind a big tree, which should be a dark whistle.

"Johnson, you stay here until I come back, don't act rashly. Mad, if you dare to disobey Lao Tzu's orders...your tribe...no meat for a month.

Johnson immediately nodded his head honestly, his expression was so unbehaved that the baby was obedient.

Zhang Feng now understands completely, this guy Johnson doesn't care about anything, the only thing he cares about is his tribe. As long as the tribe orders him, he will obey the orders obediently without any objections.

After finishing Johnson, Zhang Feng's body quickly dived into the jungle.

Although looking for prey and finding locations, Zhang Feng could not be compared with Johnson, who had been playing around in Africa since he was a child, but he was better than killing others. I am afraid that Ten Johnson is not Zhang Feng's opponent.

Zhang Feng moved extremely fast, and there was no movement. The cluttered branches and weeds not only did not become an obstacle to the journey, but instead became his best cover.

While rushing to the secret whistle he found, he kept listening to the voice. Zhang Feng even reinstalled the holographic infrared scope on the rifle and installed a silencer.

After confirming that there were no other people near the secret post, Zhang Feng threw the rifle to his back, drew out the dagger and bit it on his mouth.

Climb up to the tree with hands and feet quickly.

The even breathing sound of ‘huhu’ kept coming from the top of the head.

Zhang Feng sneered in his heart. It seemed that this fire ant mercenary group was really at ease for too long. Such a dark whistle on the periphery actually fell asleep while on duty, without any alertness!

Quietly touched behind the dark whistle and saw that there was no response from him, Zhang Feng quickly walked around in front of him, his palms suddenly clasped his cheeks.

The severe pain caused the secret whistle who was chatting with Zhou Zhengyi to wake up immediately, a cold light flashed, and Zhang Feng's dagger was directly sent into his pinched mouth.

At the same time, he flicked the rifle behind his back and fell on the pistol, with the muzzle resting on the head of the secret whistle, and whispered: "Bite the dagger. If you fall, you will die!"

Although there was no palm on her cheek, the secret whistle was obviously frightened, and she couldn't stop nodding when she heard Zhang Feng's words.

"Now come down slowly from the tree with me. If you have any action that makes me think you need to be warned, I will pull the trigger without hesitation!" Zhang Fenghan said, the hard muzzle of the rifle poked at the secret whistle. On the forehead.

The secret whistle was almost scared to pee. He could only slowly climb down from the tree, and when Zhang Feng fell to the ground, he hit his neck with a **** from behind.

He stunned in the tree just now and he couldn't get it down. After waiting, naturally there is no need to be polite with him.

Picking up the dagger that fell on the ground, using the clothes of the secret whistle to wipe off the saliva on the blade, then back the secret whistle and return quickly.

Returning to Johnson's side, he whispered, "Johnson, bring me the trap you just found."

When Johnson took back the trap, Zhang Feng directly stuffed the dark whistle's head into the clip, and the sharp serrations stuck right on his neck.

But after putting it away, Zhang Feng was a little bit troubled. How could he wake him up? Slap, or kick, or wake up with water? But drinking water is too precious. Is it too wasteful to wake up this secret whistle?

There was a flash of inspiration, and a playful smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He turned to look at Johnson and smiled: "Is there any urine?"

"Pee?"

Johnson was taken aback, nodded and said, "I'm holding it in my stomach, I just wanted to go, but you ordered me not to move."

"It's just right, come, pour him up with me."

"This...this... Brother Feng, isn't it?" Johnson's black face suddenly put on an embarrassed expression.

"What's special, I can still use you if I have urine. Can't you urinate? If you don't urinate, I'll use your fresh water to wake him up." Zhang Feng scolded with a smile.

Johnson suddenly became anxious, "Brother Feng, I pee... can't you?"

The yellow liquid broke through the gate and sprayed out, squatting on the face of Dark Whistle.

Secret Whistle slowly opened his eyes, felt the water on his face, opened his mouth subconsciously, and poured the urine directly into his mouth, foaming up.

"Gudong." Unconsciously the Adam's apple rolled, and the secret whistle swallowed a mouthful of urine, and his face suddenly became liver-colored. As for the taste, Zhang Feng hadn't tasted it, it was unclear.

He said in a cold voice, "Look at where your head is. If your neck is chopped off with such a casual movement, don't blame me for not reminding you!"

Hearing Zhang Feng’s cold voice, the secret whistle opened his eyes under the splash of urine. I didn’t know it. I was shocked when I saw it. I unconsciously rolled my throat again, swallowing the urine in his mouth again. A few mouthfuls.

After Johnson released, he shakes cleanly before kicking his fellow back into his crotch for a while.

Just as Zhang Feng wanted to ask two questions closer, he smelled a strong pungent smell. He immediately took two steps backwards, staring at Johnson and scolded with a smile: "Made, why is your kid's urine so nasty?"

Johnson rubbed his head awkwardly, and muttered: "Brother Feng, your urine is not a smell."

"Oh, I'm going, your kid has learned to talk back. When I finish the interrogation, he will clean up you." Turning his head, pinching his nose close to the dark whistle on his head, he asked: "Life, the organization you belong to. You don't want to tell. It doesn’t matter to me. I just want to try the strength of this trap. Guess whether it can cut your neck. Anyway, I don’t believe it, guess what?"

Where did the secret whistle dare to guess, whether his neck could be cut off by him, anyway, if his neck was hit like this, his life must be gone.

Not everyone's bones are as hard as the clean gunner whose body was eaten by ants.

This secret whistle was a cartilaginous head, swallowed and spit, and said in fear: "My name is Jeremy Hess, fire...fire ant mercenary group."

The corner of his mouth raised a satisfied smile. As long as he opened his mouth, his psychological defense line had completely collapsed. As long as he knew, he would speak out without reservation.

"Very well, as long as your answer satisfies me, I will face the light... Oh, there is no light here. I swear to God, I promise not to kill you!" Zhang Feng promised.