Super Special Forces King

Chapter 4 I will never cry

"Uncle Luo?"

A trace of astonishment flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes, and he searched in his memory, and it did not affect the man who claimed to be his Uncle Luo in front of him.

"Hey, Uncle Luo, you are a big shot at first sight. You must be very busy, so I won't bother you. Isn't it? You can just let it out as if I was a fart!" Zhang Feng's body slowly turned towards him. Backing away, when he just woke up, he had already determined the location of the gate by stealing a glance.

The middle-aged man with the national character face didn't stop him, and his rigid face rarely squeezed a smile, but he looked very stiff, "As long as you can get out of this room, I will definitely not stop you."

Hearing what he said, Zhang Feng played a drum in his heart. Could there be any mechanism in this room?

Slowly turning the doorknob to open the door, he just took a step forward, and he drew back in frustration, and sat down on the original chair again.

"Uncle Luo, don't you bring people like this? A fancy dress party? Or cosplay?"

The reason for saying this is because Zhang Feng opened the door and saw the scene. A group of heavily armed soldiers with live ammunition and paint on their faces stood in a line at the gate, each one looking cold and murderous, as if Zhang Feng owed them money. general.

Seeing that the middle-aged man with the Chinese character face in front of him did not speak, Zhang Feng squinted his eyes to look at him, wondering in his heart whether he should hold him or not. When the time comes, people outside will definitely let him go.

But there is another question, will he be his opponent?

"You want to fix me, and then hold me out? You can try it."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng was shocked, because his thoughts were actually seen through! Wandering on the streets of society since he was a child, he has already learned to pretend to hide his true inner thoughts, but now he is seen through at a glance, how can he not be surprised.

This is like a socialite wearing a high-end dress, no matter how dressed, it looks naked and naked to the client.

Licking his lips embarrassingly, Zhang Feng smiled and said, "Uncle Luo, what are you talking about? How could I have such thoughts? Besides, you are a tall, mighty, and extraordinary person, kid. I can't be your opponent either."

Hearing Zhang Feng's shameless flattery, there was a rare smile on Uncle Luo's rigid face, but it was fleeting and returned to normal.

"Don't talk about other things, you are the shameless person I have ever seen."

Hearing such an accurate evaluation, Zhang Feng was not ashamed but proud. He left the chair with a grinning buttocks and squatted on it. He took out the inferior cigarettes from his pocket and lit it on his mouth. Uncle grinned, and the thick smoke shouting from his mouth suddenly sprayed at him.

The corner of Uncle Luo's mouth twitched slightly, his hand pushed on the table in front of him, and his body retreated suddenly, but a small amount of smoke was still inhaled in his mouth and nose, and he suddenly felt his body numb.

Seeing Uncle Luo's move, Zhang Feng patted the table with one hand. His body squatting on the chair suddenly rushed towards Uncle Luo who was backing.

The **** of one hand were raised up, like a scissor hand that a girl gestured when taking pictures, but his target was Uncle Luo's eyes.

What Zhang Feng dislikes the most is being passive, he likes the active feeling. Even if Uncle Luo saw through his mind, he did not give up the idea of ​​holding the other party.

There are two specially made cigarettes in the cigarette case, and the smoke can make an elephant drunk.

The corners of Uncle Luo's mouth twitched, and he secretly said in his heart that his mother must have his father and his son.

"You are still a bit too tender!"

Uncle Luo's body suddenly violently rose from the stool and pulled out one foot to meet Zhang Feng. The latter felt a flower in front of him. He could not react at all when he came to dodge and felt a sharp pain on his face, and his body flew out and fell. He fell on the table and made a loud noise, and then he inertia led him to glide and then fell to the floor.

Zhang Feng, who was smashed, wanted to get up, he heard the sound of "Da Da Da" leather shoes stepping on the floor from far and near, shaking his head vigorously, letting his consciousness return to his brain, slightly He looked up and saw Uncle Luo standing in front of him.

"Zhang Feng, if you want to know your father's situation, call me within three days."

Hearing these words, Zhang Feng felt a pain in his neck, the consciousness that had just returned to his head disappeared again, and the whole person passed out in a coma.

...

Zhang Feng slowly opened his eyes and suddenly sat up suddenly.

Before I could observe where I was, I rummaged in my pocket frantically, and finally found a note in my trouser pocket with the word'Luo' and a phone number written on it.

He stared blankly, his hands trembling.

"father?"

This word is familiar and unfamiliar to Zhang Feng! There is a vague influence on his father in his memory, but he can't grasp it as if he was taken out abruptly.

He suddenly gathered the notes into a ball and threw it out with all his strength.

"Why do everyone have a father, but I don't? Why?"

His cheeks felt slightly moist, Zhang Feng raised his hand to touch the warm and moist face on his face.

"I cried?"

He clearly remembered how many years he had not shed tears!

At the age of eleven, he stood unkempt and unkempt from the bright windows of a fast food restaurant after two days, watching the people inside feasting, swallowing fiercely, imagining the taste of food chewing in his mouth.

"Give you……"

An older child handed over the remaining half of the hamburger.

Zhang Feng was already hungry and didn't know how to refuse. He exhausted his physical strength and reached out to take it. But he grabbed an empty space, half of the burger was on his face, and the salad dressing in the middle was mixed into his eyes, causing a fiery pain.

"Hahaha..." A sharp and harsh laughter sounded, and the older child pushed the confused Zhang Feng to the ground, lifted his foot on Zhang Feng's hamburger face, and screamed while grinding. To: "Little beggar, I'll help you eat it, hahaha, good, good, good! Quack, swallow it all!..."

Lie down on the street, his skinny cheeks are mixed with hamburger residue and black soles of shoes, and his thin eyes are too large to look at the sky.

Tears went down from the corners of his eyes, and he lifted his thin, slender arms to wipe away the tears from his eyes, and slowly climbed up from the cold ground.

"I, Zhang Feng, won't cry again! I won't be bullied anymore!"

"Patter!"

The sound of the drawing board falling to the ground pulled Zhang Feng from his memories back to reality.

Looking coldly in the direction of the sound, he saw a young girl standing there timidly!