Super Special Forces King

Chapter 410

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Zhao Qiang and the dancer climbed up from the entrance of the underground palace. Everything in the entire cave was shattered by bullets. The wooden planks blocking the entrance of the cave were shot into wooden slag, even the bed and cabinet against it. It is also no exception.

The resident is quiet and terrible, the gunfire has completely stopped, and the air is filled with a disgusting smell of strong gunpowder and blood mixed together.

The choreographer poked out his head cautiously, and saw that there was still no living person who could stand in the entire resident, and even a complete body might not be found.

Forty grenades at a time explode without obstructions, and the damage caused can be imagined.

And not once, but four consecutive times, a total of 160 grenades exploded uninterrupted...

Even a dancing boy who has experienced too many killings is frowning when he sees such a terrifying **** scene of broken arms and limbs. Fortunately, the last time I saw with Zhang Feng in Waguo about purgatory on earth, I was able to adapt at this moment.

When Zhao Qiang came out and saw such a scene, he suddenly felt churning in his stomach. His face was ashen, and he was holding back the urge to vomit.

"Gigolo, can we come in?" Johnson's voice fell into the ears of the dancer.

After a little hesitation, the choreographer said, "You can come in. Put away the weapons in everyone's hands." Some things have to be experienced before you can adapt. The reason why he asked him to put away the weapons of the right and left. It’s because people’s nerves have limits. Once this limit is exceeded, they may become crazy. When people become crazy, you can’t guess what might happen.

Johnson didn't think so much. Since the choreographer said that he would accept weapons, he and Yagu put away the automatic rifles in the hands of all the indigenous people and put them into the box.

All the aboriginals of Johnson Yaguko walked into the resident, and everyone looked shocked, but no one had the urge to vomit or discomfort. These aboriginals were accompanied by killing since they were young, killing beasts to survive, the tribe They are also killing each other, in order to also survive.

The reason they were shocked was that they didn't expect that the iron bumps thrown from their hands could cause such great power.

Seeing their reaction, the dancer realized that he was worrying too much. It seemed that the psychological endurance of these indigenous people was far beyond their imagination.

Deep pits were blown out from the originally flat ground, and the pits were filled with blood and meat residue, the smell of blood and even choking nose.

He frowned slightly and said: "Zhao Qiang, you go in and rest, your injury is not clear yet."

Knowing that the dancer is doing this for his own good, Zhao Qiang still shook his head and said, "No, I can adapt."

Hearing this, the dancer didn’t reluctantly nodded and turned his gaze to Johnson and Yagu, and said, “Johnson and Yagu, you have a few people to pick up your tribe, and the others clean up the corpses in the resident. Clean up.” The decay of the corpse can not only attract scavengers, but also breed viruses.

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The injuries on Zhang Feng's leg got worse, some of them even became inflamed, and the medicine in the backpack had already been used up. Tear off the gauze and see that the flesh near the wound has been ulcerated, just use a short knife to cut off the ulcerated flesh to prevent further deterioration of the wound.

Spit water on the wound, and then re-wrap the wound with clean gauze. In the absence of drugs, saliva is the best anti-inflammatory drug.

The fuel he drove a day ago turned into iron bumps. Fortunately, the blood wolf's reinforcements were thrown away. Now he only needs to return to the station on foot.

At this moment, he is not only suffering from a torn leg, but also a headache that has not recurred for a long time, and it is even more painful than a leg injury.

The location of the pain is in the back of the head, as if the whole head is torn apart. Intermittent pain strikes every hour or so, and the pain is stronger than once.

When the pain struck, Zhang Feng could not think at all, let alone walk. His body curled up on the ground like a swing, his head constantly hitting the ground. Only in this way could the pain be relieved. When he was in China, Zhang Feng was taking Zhuo Zhaoyun. Only the neurosuppressive drugs that are found can restrain the pain. The so-called neurosuppressive drugs are drugs, and long-term use is addictive.

But at this moment Zhang Feng can only stand upright, there is no better way.

Feng seemed to be able to feel Zhang Feng's pain, his tongue kept licking Zhang Feng's cheek, and he kept making a low growl.

After finally going through a wave of pain again, Zhang Feng's face was pale and scary, and the clothes on his body were already wet with sweat, as if he had just been lifted out of the water.

"Mad, it's no way to go on like this. You have to find a way to take out the nerve control chip in your head. Once this time bomb explodes, your own fate will be caught." muttered cursing. , Took out the little remaining fresh water from the backpack, and drank a little bit. Sweat takes away a lot of water in the body. If you don't hydrate, you may become dehydrated.

Pour the water into the palm of his hand and place it in front of Feng, it immediately licked Zhang Feng's palm happily.

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Four days later, Zhang Feng and Feng finally returned to the station.

He couldn’t hunt because of a leg injury, and he persisted for four days only with the little food left in his backpack. Coupled with the constant torture of headaches, Zhang Feng lost a lot of weight, and his eyes were tired. And tired.

Although Feng had lost a lot of weight, he was still full of energy. In the last few days, Zhang Feng gave him most of the food and water, and he stood upright himself.

Hearing someone reported that Zhang Feng was back, the dancers and others all got out of the cave. They were shocked when they saw Zhang Feng.

Zhang Feng grinned when he saw them, squeezing out an extremely hard-to-see smile, turning his eyes and falling back.

Everyone rushed over, trying to help Zhang Feng up.

When Feng saw someone rushing towards Zhang Feng, it thought it was an enemy, bared the fangs that hadn't grown yet, and the throat let out low roars, and the body arched slightly.

Zhao Qiang did not put this humble ‘puppy’ in his eyes, and hurried over to Zhang Feng.

Feng Shao sprang up, his claws scratched Zhao Qiang's body, the small body was pulled up by two points, and the fangs bite towards Zhao Qiang's throat. Even if it is still a lion cub, it is fatal if its fangs bite its throat.