Super Special Forces King

Chapter 368

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"Special. When did you Zhang Feng become such a sensational person? I didn't call you to say this." The dancer said cursingly.

"What do you want? The dancer, as long as you can tell, I will do it for you." Zhang Feng said solemnly. Money can be owed, but the love must be paid off.

The choreographer helped himself more than once when he was in the country. If there was no choreography the last time, the consequences would be disastrous.

"How is your **** mercenary group doing? Isn't there a shortage of people? I am a big idler, I want to go to your place to beg for food, welcome or not?"

Hearing what the dancer said, Zhang Feng, who had just jumped up from the bed, almost never fell from the bed.

Still not sure if I heard it wrong, he asked in surprise: "The dancer, you said you are coming to Rwanda?"

"Made, why haven't you seen it for so long? How can your Zhang Feng become so boring. You can tell me directly, welcome or not?"

"Welcome. I welcome with my hands and feet. Now what I lack most here is the personnel who can be responsible for intelligence. The dancers and our brothers don't talk about those imaginary ones. As long as you come over, I will give you absolute autonomy, asking for money, and asking people. For someone. In a word, even if your dancer stabs the sky in Rwanda into a hole, I will block your head!" Zhang Feng said, patting his chest.

"Okay, it's enough to have you! I'm going to get ready these days and call you before I leave." The dancer said.

"No problem! I will pick you up at that time! It just so happens that I will have a big action in the near future, and I will feel more confident when you come!" Zhang Feng said.

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng couldn't sleep with excitement.

Originally wanted to take action on the Fire Ant Mercenary Group, the only people that could be used were himself, Johnson and Zhao Qiang. And Zhai Qiang and Mike participated in the battle, not only will not stop work to help, but will drag the entire team's actions.

Now the choreographer is about to come over, although there is only one more person, it can provide an unimaginable effect.

Simply unable to sleep, Zhang Feng stood up and walked out of the room.

He gently pushed open Mike's room door, and saw that some overworked Mike was asleep, so he didn't wake him up.

Seeing the three-dimensional map of the fire ant mercenary group's resident site that he printed out on his desk, he took the map and walked out of the room.

Returning to his room, Zhang Feng looked at the map carefully.

It is very detailed, exactly the same as what I saw with my own eyes, without any discrepancy.

Looking at the map, Zhang Feng thought about how to deal with such a mercenary group with a number of about four hundred.

A frontal attack is tantamount to an egg hitting a rock and is totally undesirable. After all, even with the dancers on his side, there are only four personnel who can participate in the battle, and the number of opponents is about four hundred.

What's more, there are heavy machine gun positions and artillery in the opponent's resident's premises. If you want to rush in directly, these two guys are enough to drink a pot by themselves.

Thinking about it, Zhang Feng slowly went to sleep.

When he woke up in the morning, Zhang Feng put the map aside.

The others also woke up early and were all sitting in the dining room for breakfast.

Zhang Feng ate breakfast, then smiled and said, "How about? Johnson, second strong son, are you two ready?"

Mike knew what was going on, and just sneered.

Zhai Qiang asked strangely, "Brother Feng, what are the two of them preparing? What else do they have to do?"

"There's a fart action. The two of them want Huashan to fight on the sword today." Zhang Feng said.

"Brother Feng, I'm going to compete with Johnson today. Johnson, how about it, now you are full and full, right? Why start now?" Zhao Qiang said coldly at Johnson.

Johnson was also unambiguous, put down the pie in his hand and stood up.

Seeing that the two of them were about to fight in the room, Zhang Feng said quickly: "Stop, if you two fight. Go to the courtyard outside, it's spacious. The furnishings in the room can't bear the destruction of you two animals."

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, Johnson walked outside first, and Zhao Qiang also walked out aggressively.

"That's good. We are all our own brothers, and we can give me a bit of spectrum when we shoot. Don't use those deadly moves indiscriminately." Zhang Feng did not forget to remind.

"Brother Feng, don't worry, I just want to give a blessing to the kid Johnson today. Thinking about him attacking me at the time, I suffocated my stomach."

Although Johnson did not speak, he was eager to try.

The two stood facing each other, staring at each other coldly, without rushing to make a move.

But Zhai Qiang and Mike, who stood on the sidelines, were a little interested. Zhai Qiang poke and muttered: "Mike, should we take a gamble and bet either of them can win? How about one hundred dollars?"

Mike also refused to come and said first: "I bet Johnson can win, one hundred dollars."

Zhai Qiang was taken aback for a moment. He had originally thought of betting on Johnson to win, but he didn't expect Mike to be the first.

Zhang Feng interrupted and said: "In this way, you both bet that Johnson can win. I bet on the second strongest son, one hundred dollars, how about it?"

"Brother Feng, then it's settled." Zhai Qiang said with an expression of victory.

In his and Mike's eyes, although Zhao Qiang is also tall and strong, he is not in the same weight class as Johnson.

Zhang Feng had a different opinion from them, although Johnson was stronger and his power more violent. However, Zhao Qiang's original arrogant modesty, after the two stops, immediately stabilized, but there was no trace of fear, which was somewhat interesting.

The outcome of the two people should be five to five, and some bet.

It was Johnson's patience that disappeared first, and the sole of his feet suddenly made a mistake, and the big fist slammed directly into Zhao Qiang's chest.

Zhao Qiang's body also began to move. He did not choose to make frontal contact with Johnson's tank-like existence. Instead, he moved sideways, avoiding Qiangsen's fierce fists and hitting his flanks at the same time.

Johnson has played the underground life and death black fist, full of experience. For this situation, without any panic, directly lift the knee to block the side abdomen.

At the same time, straight fist shook his fist and blasted towards Zhao Qiang.

Zhao Qiang's body was short, and his fists could be passed over his head. At the same time, his body rushed forward, his knees went straight to Johnson's abdomen and pushed over.

Zhang Feng nodded frequently.

boom! Zhao Qiang's knee pressed hard against Johnson's abdomen.

Johnson's body couldn't help trembling slightly, but he gritted his teeth and didn't retreat.

Two sturdy arms clasped Zhao Qiang's shoulders and slammed them to one side.

Zhao Qiang landed his feet on the ground and took three steps backwards before he could barely stand firm. There was a sharp pain in both shoulders. Johnson was not much better, his abdominal muscles were bruised.

In the first round, neither side got any advantage.