Super Special Forces King

Chapter 383 Blood Transfusion

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The dancer stood up straight and raised the arm with the needle so that the blood flowed smoothly into Zhao Qiang's blood vessels.

When Zhang Feng rushed to the station, he was seeing a scene.

Hearing the footsteps, the choreographer also looked back, and his face was slightly pale as the blood flowed out.

"How is it?" Zhang Feng asked.

"Zhao Qiang's fortune is temporarily saved. Now see if the doctor can arrive in time, and even if I have blood type O, he will have to take anti-rejection drugs for a period of time in the later period." said the dancer.

Zhang Feng nodded, it would be good to save his life temporarily. As for the later treatment, it is a small matter.

"Mike, what happened to the doctor!"

Hearing Zhang Feng's voice, Mike said immediately: "Brother Feng, Zhai Qiang and I are on the road with the doctor. You can rest assured that we will arrive in three hours."

Zhai Qiang sat in the back seat, his pistol held in his hand, and the muzzle was resting on the head of a black doctor.

And Mike has already stepped on the accelerator to the end, and on an uneven road, the pointer on the instrument panel is already pointing to 150 kilometers per hour! And this number is still rising. In order to be able to rush to the fire ant mercenary group's station within three hours, he and Zhai Qiang have also begun to kill themselves.

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Johnson slowly squeezed the trigger, and the AK-47's muzzle shot out a tongue of fire, and the bullets shot out howling.

The sudden sound made the mercenaries who were already scared in a sudden turmoil. One mercenary was thrown off the skull by bullets, and blood and brains splashed on the faces of the mercenaries around.

Fear kept twitching the tense nerves of the mercenaries, facing the slaughter and unknown death, they became completely crazy, and they fought back frantically in the direction the bullet came.

The bullets were pouring frantically towards the location where Johnson had just shot. The bullet roots spurted and the leaves flew around. As soon as the shot was fired, Johnson had already moved quickly to the next shooting point.

The grumpy gunfire can vent the fear in the mercenary's heart, but it cannot cause any harm to Johnson.

When the gunfire stopped, the **** silence enveloped them again.

"You come out! Come out! Don't hide if you can!" someone screamed madly.

Johnson ignored it at all, and Zhang Feng asked him to call his name every three minutes, then three minutes!

Three minutes is fast for Johnson, but it seems like a century for the mercenaries who are besieged by booby traps waiting for death.

Johnson's muzzle shot out of the darkness again, the gunshot sounded, his muzzle flashed, and then he returned to the darkness.

Once again, a mercenary fell to the ground. His heart was shot. The bullet penetrated his heart and shot through his back, leaving a bowl-sized wound on his back. You could even see the heart shattered by the bullet!

"Ah!" Finally someone could no longer bear the torture, screaming hysterically, and quickly ran toward the jungle.

He laughed madly, roared, and was finally torn apart by the sound of an explosion, and his broken arm and limb fell rustlingly in the air.

Following Johnson's roll call time and time again, one mercenary died at gunpoint in the dark, and more and more mercenaries could not bear to choose to go into the jungle and die under booby mines.

The process of waiting for death is more frightening than death itself! This sentence is completely fulfilled at this moment.

There are booby mines, they can't dodge, they can only wait here to be shot with a black gun. This situation makes them feel painful and want to die, anyway, it is better to get into the booby mine and die happy!

There are fewer and fewer mercenaries in the safe zone, and more and more blood from the meat residue, and the smell of blood and internal organs is getting stronger.

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Zhao Qiang's breathing stabilized a little, and his face was a little better.

The dancer's face became paler and paler. He didn't know how much cc of blood he had been pumped away, only that he hadn't stopped from the beginning to the moment.

Zhang Feng on the side also saw that if the dancer continued like this, he might not be able to hold on. Zhao Qiang is his brother, and so is the dancer.

Walking to Zhao Qiang's side, seeing the crooked and crooked thread of the wound, forced a smile on his face and sneered: "The dancer, are you not good at craftsmanship? The sewing is really ugly."

Hearing Zhang Feng's words, the choreographer suddenly became energetic, grinning, and said with a grin: "Made, don't tell me a joke here. Made, send you an internet buzzword: youcanyouup, nocannobb!"

Zhang Feng was taken aback for a moment, and he started to learn English with himself, and after a while, he understood the meaning of what he said. You can do it, you can't stop BB!

"Grass, I can still use you if I can!" Zhang Feng scolded with a smile.

At this moment, the dancer who stood on the ground with his hands staggered staggered and almost fell to the ground.

Zhang Feng understands why the dancer said, Zhao Qiang died and he died, Zhao Qiang lived and lived, and now it is simply a life for another life!

Gritting his teeth tightly, he can't let the dancer go on like this, otherwise he will really hang up! When the time comes, even if the second strong son is alive, it will not be acceptable.

Thinking of this, he stretched out his hand to pull towards the needle stuck in the back of Zhao Qiang's hand.

"Crazy man. If you dare to pull out Zhao Qiang's injured needle, our brother will not have to do it in the future!" The dancer said in a deep voice.

Zhang Feng's hand froze in the air, slowly retracted, and questioned: "The dancer, why are you so special? Even if you have your own life to save the second strong son, how can he accept it? ?"

"Why? Madman, don't you know what kind of person my dancer is? Zhao Qiangming knows that exposing his position is a dead end, and he exposed it to save me without even thinking about it! What now? I can save him instead of Save, what kind of face do you make my dancer live in this world!" The dancer said sharply.

Standing up slowly, Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, and said with a sneer: "All right! I'll go see what's going on with Johnson."

With that said, striding towards the gate of the station.

When I met with the dancing boy, a hand knife suddenly slashed on the dancing boy's neck.

The dancer's head was dizzy due to blood loss and he had never expected Zhang Feng to make a sudden shot at him, his body suddenly softened, his eyes closed slowly in disbelief.

Turned around to catch the dancer's body, slowly put him on the ground, sighed, and said to himself: "The dancer, I can't watch the second strong son die, and I can't just open it like this. You die. He is my brother, and you are my brother." With that, all the needles stuck in the backs of the dancers and Zhao Qiang were pulled out.

Zhang Feng's only prayer at the moment is that Mike and Zhao Qiang bring the doctor over.