Super Special Forces King

Chapter 426

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After a moment of silence, Zhang Feng reluctantly said, but still said: "Zhaoyun, I am going back to Rwanda tomorrow."

Zhuo Zhaoyun thought that Zhang Feng would definitely leave, but he didn't expect to leave so soon, and thought that he would leave within a few days after we met, and her heart suddenly became turbulent.

"So anxious... can you stay with me for a few more days?"

Zhang Feng wanted to agree, but still shook his head slightly and said, "Zhaoyun, I'm sorry..."

"I know..." Zhuo Zhaoyun smiled, but tears overflowed from the corner of her eyes, "I'll help you prepare the ticket."

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Paris airport.

Zhang Feng opened the worn-out backpack he had brought back, took out a box from it, and smiled: "The gift for you is the first time I gave you a gift. I originally gave it to you when I wanted to get off the plane, and things have been delayed. Too late."

With that said, when he opened the box, he quickly found a pocket pistol carved from ivory. It was extremely beautiful, and it was found in Pingsang's safe.

"You keep your defense."

"Yeah." Zhuo Zhaoyun bit her lip and nodded unceasingly. For her, this pistol is not so much for self-defense, it is better for Zhang Feng to leave it to her.

Walking into the airport, Zhang Feng did not look back, but saw Zhuo Zhaoyun crying through the light of the window. It's not that I don't want to look back and wave goodbye to her, but I can't look back.

Although I didn't want to admit it, I knew in my heart that maybe I would never leave again.

Since ancient times, Wenrouxiang has been the tomb of heroes. Although he is not a hero, but a full-fledged villain, he understands the lingering nature of Wenrouxiang, not to mention the gentleness of the woman he loves.

Stepping on the plane to Rwanda, Zhang Feng slowly closed his eyes.

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In the former fire ant mercenary group resident, Zhao Qiang and Johnson supervised the tribe’s indigenous people for shooting training, and the three veterans that the dancers came over were serving as instructors.

The original loose aboriginals are all wearing camouflage combat uniforms at this moment, and they are training extremely hard one by one, even without supervision, one by one is more serious than one.

Because they understand that the current stable living environment can not only fill their stomachs every day, but they can also have big fish and meat all at once. This is all given by Zhang Feng.

"Made, I don't know what happened to the old boy dancer?" Zhao Qiang frowned and said cursingly.

"No problem, he is very smart." Johnson said in a naive way.

"By the way, Brother Feng, don't you say that you are coming back today? It should be coming soon, right?" Zhao Qiang continued to ask.

Johnson nodded, "Brother Feng said he should be there tonight."

The sky gradually subsided, Zhang Feng got off the plane, Zhai Qiang was already waiting at the gate of the airport, and when he saw him coming out, he immediately greeted him.

"Brother Feng, are you back? How are things going?"

"It's going well." Zhang Feng nodded, walked into the car he was driving over, and asked, "Zhai Qiang, how about the club?"

Speaking of the clubhouse, Zhai Qiang suddenly became interested, "The clubhouse is even more smooth. Originally, I proposed that 10% of the shares should be worth 100 million US dollars according to what you said. The Chinese businessmen still resisted, but finally agreed. Now Funds are basically in place, and the progress of the project is faster than expected. The main project should be completed in less than two months, and the rest is that the decoration has been recruited. Feng brother, my suggestion is to use it directly from China Hire people with high salaries, after all, Rwanda..."

Zhang Feng understood what he meant, nodded and said: "This is no problem. The service staff are all hired from high salaries in China. Casino croupiers are hired from Las Vegas. Make sure that all service staff are the most professional. By the way, is there anything happening in the Rwandan government?"

When it comes to this, Zhai Qiang's eyes darkened, and he said with a bit of annoyance: "Brother Feng, I have already managed the departments that should have been managed, but some people have become enthusiastic when they see the scale of our club."

"Oh?" Zhang Feng said in surprise, "I heard that there are still a lot of people? Who are there?"

Zhai Qiang said: "There are people in the government. I have already managed them. They are just underpopulated, and part of them are Rwandan gangsters who want to get a piece of the pie from our club."

Zhang Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth. Originally, his idea was to take the upper-level route and not too much contact with these little gangsters. But now it seems that the toad is lying on the back of the foot, making people uncomfortable and disgusting.

"The government of Zhai Qiang, grab the key people, and then take out 10% of the shares! You can handle this matter, and the government will do it for me! As for those punks, leave it to me, Johnson and Yagu It's time for the indigenous people of the tribe to see blood!"

Hearing this, Zhai Qiang couldn't help being taken aback, and once again took out 10% of the shares? And listening to Zhang Feng's meaning is still free.

"Brother Feng, is 10% of the shares too much?" To know that 10% of the shares are worth at least 100 million U.S. dollars, so it hurts to think about it.

"I can't bear children and wolves, and my wife can't catch gangsters! The shares must be given out, but they must be handed over to the powerful figures in Rwanda! Do you understand what I mean?" Zhang Feng said coldly.

Zhai Qiang nodded, "I see, Brother Feng."

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Zhang Feng did not stay in the urban area of ​​Rwanda, and Zhai Qiang returned after sending him back to the station.

Zhao Qiang, Johnson, Yagu, and three taciturn middle-aged men stood waiting at the door of the station. Zhang Feng saw their brows wrinkled slightly, and said in surprise: "Where is the dancer?"

Zhao Qiang looked stiff, scratched his head and said, "Brother Feng, let's go in first."

Zhang Feng frowned but did not continue to question, and walked towards the resident. At this moment, the night is dim, and the clansmen of Yagu and the Qiangsen tribe have rested, and the entire resident is quiet and very quiet.

Pushing open the door of the cave, the cave is still completely new, with all kinds of daily necessities.

Zhang Feng nodded slightly and said, "Second strong son, where do you think the dancer is now?"

Only Zhao Qiang and Qiangsen knew the whereabouts of the dancer. After the two looked at each other, Zhao Qiang took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it over, "Brother Feng, the dancer asked me to give it to you."

Zhang Feng's strange result envelope, could the dancer and himself leave a letter without saying goodbye? What age are these?

When I opened the letter, there were only a few words on it, in the handwriting of the dancer: Mad, I went to the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group to be a nail.

Close the letter paper back into the pocket, and the frowning brow is now squeezed into the word'chuan'.