Super Special Forces King

Chapter 420 Ambrose (Part 2)

420、

The small window is not big, and if you replace it with a big guy with a muscle explosion like Johnson, you must not get in.

Zhang Feng's figure is lean, just barely able to get in.

Entering the room, it was completely dark and there was no light. From the backpack on his back, he took out the small flashlight with the palm of his hand and turned it on, using the faint light to check the surroundings of the dead.

This is a bathroom, and the bathtub in front of you.

Without any hesitation, he walked to the door of the bathroom, put his ear on the door and listened carefully without any sound, then gently opened the door and touched it out.

At this time, Zhang Feng had turned off the flashlight in his hand because the moonlight came in in the living room to barely be able to see, and at the same time, he avoided the flashlight from disturbing the guards outside.

Look around the corner of the room to prevent anyone from snooping or monitoring equipment, etc. In short, everything must be careful.

Zhang Feng's goal is Ambrose, so he didn't look for rooms one by one. According to the layout of the rooms, the master bedroom of the house is generally on the sunny side, and it is the largest room.

The master bedroom is generally not on the first floor on the bottom, nor on the top floor. The most likely one is on the second floor in the middle.

Stepping gently on the stairs, walking towards the second floor, Zhang Feng's mouth evokes a sneer. Ambrose is known as the godfather of the Parisian underground world. Maybe it's been too long for a peaceful life, and the house is guarded like this. Commonplace.

Finding the master bedroom, Zhang Feng looked around, and after making sure that there was no problem, he gently turned the door handle to lock it from the inside.

The corner of his mouth sneered, and he took out two slender wires from the backpack and inserted them into the keyhole, listening carefully to the sound of flicking.

Just as Zhang Feng was about to pry open the door, a sharp alarm sounded suddenly.

In an instant, the pores of the body seemed to be erected, and the brows were tightly frowned.

"what happened?"

His eyes fell on the keyhole, before he could think about it, he took a pistol from his pocket and aimed it at the keyhole and banged, riveting his strength and kicking the door open, and the whole person rushed into the room instantly.

Ambrose held a pistol in his hand on the wide European-style bed in the room, and the moment Zhang Feng rushed in, a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Zhang Feng's pupils suddenly shrank into the most dangerous needle-like shape, and his back was sweaty, and his hands suddenly rushed to the side.

"Didi di..." The sharp sirens was mixed with the movement of the pistol shooting, and the bullet shot from howling brushed Zhang Feng's shoulder.

The body fell to the ground, and the palm of his hand slapped on the ground without hesitation, suddenly bounced, and rushed towards Ambrose on the bed.

The smug smile on Ambrose's face also disappeared. He didn't expect that he hadn't killed the opponent.

The pistol's magazine emptied and slammed directly at Zhang Feng, who was jumping over, while his body got up from the bed and was about to jump out of the window.

How could Zhang Feng do as he wished, facing the pistol that was smashed over, he didn't dodge, and he didn't care about a **** blow on his forehead by the hard butt.

The leaping body flew up and kicked Ambrose's waist, and the latter suddenly fell to the ground.

Gaining power and not forgiving, Zhang Feng rushed over, grabbed the **** of the rifle in his hand, and slammed his cheek, suddenly showing a red blood mark.

Amidst the sound of the alarm still ringing, there was a mess of footsteps. Several guards rushed into the room. Everyone was holding a weapon, a pistol or an automatic rifle, and their muzzles were pointed at Zhang Feng.

At this moment, Zhang Feng held Ambrose with his body in front of him, with the muzzle on the back of his head.

At this moment, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He didn't expect to go wild all year round, but at this moment, the wild geese pecked his eyes.

An alarm system is linked to the keyhole of the door, and if it is damaged, the switch will be activated to sound the alarm.

Zhang Feng licked his lips. This time he was too careless to underestimate the enemy. He thought that there was no guard in the room and he was a little careless, but he did not expect Ambrose to play this hand.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough to rush into the room, otherwise he would have turned into a corpse under his gun. Even so, the right arm was marked with two **** holes by the bullet, and half of the arm was stained bright red by the overflowing blood.

"Let your subordinates put down their guns and go out!" said coldly. At this moment, with Ambrose in his hand as a hostage, he has the capital to ask for.

Ambrose shook his head scornfully, sneered twice, and said: "I am not a three-year-old kid. If I let my subordinates go out, you kill me and jump off the boat and run away. I won't trade at a loss like that. Will do it. If you have the guts, you will kill me. Let's change our lives."

Hearing this, the sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth became stronger and stronger. He looked at the guards, all of them were on guard, fingers on the trigger.

I am afraid that as long as Ambrose gives an order, the opponent will shoot in. At such a close distance, the power of the automatic rifle was enough to make bullets penetrate Ambrose and shoot into his body.

Changing lives with Ambrose, Zhang Feng felt it was not worth it, and he never thought about killing Ambrose.

With a sneer, he said: "Ambrose, if I really want to kill you, I'm afraid I shot you just when you were about to jump out of the window and escape. Why wait until now? I'm here to have a good time with you Talk about it."

Hearing that, Ambrose became more disbelief, talk? Is there such a talk? Breaking in with a gun in the middle of the night?

"You really think of me as a fool? It's because you killed Carnegie and Dominic, would you want to talk to me so kindly?"

"Of course. Because you who are alive are more valuable than those who are dead! If I really want to kill you, why didn't I just wait until your guards rushed in? Do you think I would make such a mistake?" Zhang Feng Asked again.

Ambrose was a little silent, but just as he said, he had just had a chance to kill himself without shooting.

After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said to the guard in front of him, "You go out first and stay at the door and under the window. If you hear the gunshots, then rush in to kill!"

The guards at the door hesitated, but apparently no one dared to violate his orders and exit the room.

"Now you can put down the gun, I want to hear what you have to talk to me."

Zhang Feng put down the pistol on the back of his head, and said with a sneer: "Mr. Ambrose, please sit down. I am uninvited to disturb you this time. I am very sorry, and please forgive me."

Hearing such hypocritical words, Ambrose sneered and turned and sat on the bed. If his life wasn't in the hands of the other party, he wouldn't think he had anything to discuss with him.