Super Special Forces King

Chapter 379: Kill You Still Need a Reason?

379.

"Pong."

The flash bomb is much smaller than the explosion of a high-explosive grenade, but the screams of the enemy are even more stern.

Their eyes have adapted to the faint light of the night, and the dazzling glare from the explosion of the flash bomb immediately made them feel the intense pain in their eyes, and tears flowed out.

Zhao Qiangqiang endured the sharp pain in his thigh and threw the smoke bomb down. After the smoke dissipated, his body jumped from the observation tower.

In midair, he twisted his waist to exert force and turned his body.

"Boom." Falling from a height of more than nine meters, his back hit the ground fiercely.

The backpack on his back was cushioned in the middle. Even so, he was thrown to pieces, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The whole body is more like falling apart, no bones are no longer in severe pain.

He bit his teeth covered with blood and slowly got up from the ground. When these enemies are relieved from the short-term blinding effects of flash bombs, they will definitely die.

The gunshots on his legs were painful, and the blood flowing out had stained the trouser legs red. But there was no time to check the injury, dragged back, and got into the thick smoke of the smoke bomb.

When the mercenaries eased from the blinding state, thick smoke was rolling in front of them. The bullets of the angry mercenaries poured madly on the watchtower. The bullets directly smashed the bottom of the watchtower, but they didn't even see a ghost.

I don't know who among the crowd screamed, and the crazy mercenaries suddenly rushed towards the gate that was blown up.

...

Zhang Fengping in the cave was holding an automatic rifle, his eyes fixed on the bed.

The splashing cotton wool fell slowly, and the whole cave was terrible compared to the chaos and quiet outside, and the needles could be heard.

The man hiding on the other side of the bed hadn't moved for a long time, and Zhang Feng's brows frowned slightly.

Suddenly realized that something was wrong. "There is fraud!"

Zhang Feng quickly rushed to the bed, where there were people on the side, and quickly jumped off, picking up the sheets with the muzzle, and saw a dark hole under the bed.

"Made, why have you forgotten this?" He muttered a curse and quickly said through his headset: "The head of the fire ant mercenary group is running away. I will chase him now. Be careful."

Turning on the tactical flashlight, the light shone into the dark hole, too late to consider jumping straight down.

Both feet were on the ground, surrounded by hard rock walls, and all the sounds of running water could be heard clearly.

There is only one way to go in the cave, and there is no fork in the road, which saves Zhang Feng a lot of trouble.

The strong light of the tactical flashlight moved with the muzzle, illuminating the hidden vision.

The cave twisted and twisted, but hovered downwards, sometimes wide, sometimes narrow enough to only be able to pass by the waist or sideways.

The whole cave was filled with the sound of water, and as I walked down, the air became more humid, and the sound of water became louder.

What can confuse the sense of hearing is the ‘buzzing’ of running water. In a room that is tapped, as long as the tap is turned on to amplify the water, the sound can interfere with the monitoring equipment.

Pressing the tunnel and chasing forward quickly, Zhang Feng estimated that he might have chased him no less than 500 meters, but he did not see the man in the slightest.

Could there be other exits in this tunnel? Impossible, chasing all the way, carefully noticed that only this channel did not have a fork.

Just as he was moving forward, Zhang Feng's heart suddenly felt the police station, and a gust of violent wind shook his head.

He didn't stay or turn around, but his body suddenly fell to the ground, and at the same time, his legs retaliated with terrifying force and pushed the fallen body forward.

boom.

The sharp sound of the knife falling on the ground sounded behind Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng, who fell on the ground, suddenly turned over, raising his gun and shooting. At this time, a cold light flashed and draped heavily on the automatic rifle.

The tiger's mouth smashed, and the gun shot out and hit the rock wall.

Zhang Feng's eyes were slightly narrowed, and a cold light flashed like a real thing! With his arm propped on the ground, he slid back about two meters, and the carp stood up from the ground and took the short knife out.

The automatic rifle fell to the ground, and the tactical flashlight was still lit. With the help of light, Zhang Feng could clearly see the man in front of him.

He is about the same height as Zhao Qiang at 1.9 meters, he is stronger than Zhao Qiang, and not much different from Johnson.

Holding a wide-backed hunting knife in his hand, the blade that shone coldly under the light was at most 30 centimeters long.

The man's heavy beard covered half of his face, and there was a hideous scar with the thickness of fingers on his forehead. Look at the size and shape of the scar is abrasion caused by the bullet.

"Who are you? Why do you want to kill me?" the man buzzed, his voice echoing in the hole.

The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth also evoked a sneer of killing. If it weren't for the sharp gunshots, he would have become a cold corpse at this moment.

"Why kill you? Do you need a reason?"

Hearing this, the corners of the big man's mouth twitched twice, and his neck twisted slightly and made a crisp sound.

Zhang Feng licked his lips. If his hearing hadn't been affected by the sound of the water just now, this big man would definitely not have the chance to attack him.

The arms shook slightly, the backpack on his back fell to the ground, Zhang Feng moved his wrist slightly, and the short knife in his hand was crossed.

Seeing Zhang Feng's movements, the big man took the lead, and the hunting knife in his hand slashed Huashan from top to bottom.

Zhang Feng did not go backwards, fighting life and death, especially the opponent's weapon length advantage. Once he retreated, he would inevitably lose the opportunity.

Do not retreat but advance! The body burst out, seeing the blade of the hunting knife about to fall on his head. Even the man's face has a smile, as if he has seen the scene of the enemy who attacked him being chopped off by himself, and the blood splashing freely.

At the moment of this moment, Zhang Feng's body suddenly moved half a step sideways, and the blade fell while rubbing his shoulder.

Deceptively slipping into the arms of the big man, the hunting knife in his hand not only failed to give full play to its advantages, but because the length became a burden!

The pitch-black short knife did not reflect any light even under the strong light of the tactical flashlight. The sharp flash of the blade...

The big man's body was in sharp pain, his steps backed back again and again, and Zhang Feng was pressing harder and harder, and the short knife did not stop! Zhang Feng's body stopped abruptly.

The big man ‘chuck chuck’ retreated three steps in succession, his eyes were full of pain, and blood gushed out of his mouth.

The last two eyes glared, and the body slowly fell back. In just a few breaths, Zhang Feng left no less than twenty cuts on him!

Seeing his hunting knife dropped on the ground, he nodded slightly, Johnson's should be suitable, he held it in his hand, converged the backpack and automatic rifle on the ground, and quickly returned to the original path.

...

Hidden in the dark, Johnson saw the mercenary chasing frantically through the scope, smiling at the corners of his mouth. After lurking for so long, it was finally his turn to take action!

With his fingers steadily pulling the trigger, his AK-47 without a silencer made a violent gunshot...