Super Special Forces King

Chapter 422: Terrifying Primitive Tribal Warrior

422.

Zhuo Zhaoyun curled up on the sofa with her hands around her knees, not knowing when she was asleep.

Zhang Feng opened the door of the presidential suite and saw Zhuo Zhaoyun, his heart felt calm, and this feeling unknowingly touched the softest part of his heart.

In the first two decades, I lived a life without a father and my mother was seriously ill in bed. Every day I thought about where to get food and fill in my stomach. I thought I could get money to buy medicines and supplements for my mother every night. All with precarious thoughts like water.

My mother passed away and entered the army, training every day, and then wandering on the edge of life and death battles, I wonder if I have a chance to wake up again.

After retiring from the army and coming to Africa, life has become more turbulent. Fighting, fighting against the cunning arms dealers, will be overwhelmed with a little carelessness.

But at this moment, Zhang Feng saw Zhuo Zhaoyun who was sleeping on the sofa like a cat, and the only thought in his heart was stability.

His wife and children may think that the hottest life is the most ordinary life, but for him, he has never dared to expect it.

He walked into the bathroom lightly and cleaned the blood on his arms.

Slowly walked to the sofa, and gently picked Zhuo Zhaoyun up asleep, for fear that she would wake her up with a bigger movement.

Stepping towards the bedroom, Zhuo Zhaoyun in her arms chirped her little mouth, her head kept shrinking towards Zhang Feng's arms.

Zhang Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head, using her breathing rate to confirm that she was not awake.

Go into the bedroom and put Zhuo Zhaoyun on the bed, help her cover the quilt and walk out of the bedroom.

Sitting on the sofa, he took out a cigarette to light it, and slowly smoked it, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number of the dancer.

After two beeps, the phone was connected and he said: "Dancing boy, how is the situation at home?"

"Mad, I really don’t know what **** your kid is. The natives brought back by Johnson and the Tooth Skull are exceptionally natural warriors, with first-class physical strength, endurance, and speed. The most terrifying thing is them. His shooting talent, and the spirituality of teamwork." The dancer said cursingly.

Zhang Feng could understand that the aboriginals grew up in the jungle and they followed the law of the jungle. People who were born with weak physique had already been eaten by wild beasts or died of illness.

But those who survived have to fight wild beasts all day long in order to survive, so strength, speed and endurance are naturally exercised. As for the shooting talent, it is also conceivable that the most lethal weapon in the hands of the indigenous people is to throw guns. As for teamwork, it should be that they need a team to hunt down powerful beasts. It's like a pack of lions or wolves.

"That's good. They'll leave the training to you. I should be able to go back soon. By the way, how about Yun Qian?" Zhang Feng asked, Yun Qian treating himself And the team is extremely important.

After a moment of silence, the dancer said: "Yun Qian is in Hong Kong now. I have made arrangements. I should be able to arrive in Rwanda in a week."

One week, this time is faster than Zhang Feng expected. After all, Yun Qian is banned from exiting the country by 01 at the moment, and I am afraid it will take a big circle to get rid of 01's tail behind him.

"That's good, what's the situation with the blood wolf mercenary group and Mr. Donald?" Blood wolf and Donald are now their own confidants.

"When Mike returned to Rwanda, he released the news that the Blood Wolf Mercenary Corps had killed Pinsang and swallowed the arms. Presumably Mr. Donald, who was hiding in the Rwandan government army, will soon jump out by himself. I will send someone to the Blood Wolf. After investigating twice, together with the information obtained by Zhai Qiang and Mike through various channels, the location of the blood wolf mercenary group can be determined. The blood wolf mercenary group has about 500 people, of which the core force has 200 people. Retired special forces from various countries have strong combat effectiveness. The other 300 are refugees recruited from around Rwanda. These refugees have been systematically trained and their combat effectiveness far exceeds the rabble of the Fire Ant Mercenary Corps." The situation obtained was reported to Zhang Feng as several Jiazhen.

Hearing this, Zhang Feng frowned tightly. Five hundred people, two hundred retired special forces, and three hundred systematically trained refugees. This force has already been regarded as not a weak force, and it is not at all an existence that he can face head-on. The most important thing is that he killed the team led by the Blood Wolf Vulture, coupled with the hatred of the Johnson tribe, it must be incompatible.

After a moment of silence, he said: "Now this blood wolf is not something we can provoke, and can only be avoided temporarily. Can you investigate the industry under the blood wolf? If possible, it's better to bury it in the blood wolf mercenary group. A nail."

"I will do this, but I can't guarantee whether it can be done or not. Every mercenary group has extremely strict censorship on newcomers, and even if it is successfully inserted, there is a risk of assimilation. , The consequences are unimaginable." The dancer said.

Zhang Feng nodded, but just as the dancer said, once the inserted person is assimilated or used, it may turn to cheat his own people. Such things have not happened before.

"There are many risks, there are many benefits. And now we still don't have the ability to fight the blood wolves head-on, that can only be dangerous. Dancing boy, this matter is left to you." After weighing the pros and cons, Zhang Feng still Decided to insert a nail in the blood wolf. At a critical time, this nail is likely to activate a vital role, and even make the opponent's ship directly capsize.

The dancer laughed and cursed: "Ma De, since you have decided, I will take care of this matter. Come on, you will be back soon, so cherish the time with Zhuo Zhaoyun."

Hearing this, Zhang Feng sneered and joked: "The dancer, I think African girls are also good, with **** and big butts, or you too..."

"Fuck...Made, I still like fair and beautiful long legs." The dancer cursed.

"Hey, you know it's discrimination..." Before Zhang Feng could finish speaking, the dancer had already hung up the phone on the other side.

Zhang Feng sneered and laughed, and he felt like a chill when he thought of a dancer who was more beautiful than a woman and holding a black African woman and having **** on the bed.

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The next day, Zhuo Zhaoyun woke up early and saw that she was lying in bed, and she knew that Zhang Feng had returned in the middle of the night.

He walked out of the bedroom while rubbing a sorrowful moment. When he saw Zhang Feng lying on the sofa, he walked over with a grin, squatted beside him, stroked a strand of his hair and gently disturbed Zhang Feng's nose.

Zhang Feng woke up when he heard the bedroom door ring. Now that he felt his nose itch, he opened his eyes and smiled: "Excuse me, Miss Zhuo Zhaoyun, are you teasing me?"