Super Special Forces King

Chapter 47-Sinful Angel

"It's you, want a tattoo?"

The fat Thai tattoo artist pointed to Zhang Feng and asked.

Zhang Feng nodded.

The obese tattoo artist got the affirmative answer, got up and walked to Zhang Feng's side, circled his body twice, and stretched out his hand to pinch his body from time to time.

Zhang Feng's face showed a tireless expression. It was enjoyment to be pinched by a woman, but it became torture to change to a man.

Just when he was about to get angry, the tattoo artist pointed to Lao Zhuang and said: "He wants a tattoo, you go out!"

Lao Zhuang was taken aback, and shouted loudly: "Why do I want to go out with my brother tattooing? What is the rule?" He used to have his brother with his tattoo before. When he was bored, he could talk and share the needle Pain in the body.

"This is my rule. If he wants to get a tattoo, then you go out. Otherwise, I won't do it." The fat tattoo artist was also very temperamental, so he put it down.

When did Lao Zhuang be so embarrassed and still a tattoo artist?

"Are you looking for smoking? Believe it or not I killed you and throw it into the sea to feed the fish!" With that said, Lao Zhuang stepped forward to start.

Zhang Feng hurriedly stopped in front of him and persuaded: "Lao Zhuang, it's almost done, you go back to the room and wait a while, I'll go back when I finish it, it won't take long!

"Today, you stopped me, or I must kill him!" Lao Zhuang cursed and borrowed the donkey.

He really didn’t dare to do anything to this tattoo artist. This person was specially invited by General Kun Sha from Thailand. If he had a tattoo artist, he would obviously not put General Kun Sha in his eyes. By then, he would really not be able to eat. Go.

Lao Zhuang walked out of the tattoo artist's room, and the tattoo artist said, "Take off your clothes. Let me see what kind of pattern your bone fits?"

Zhang Feng asked a little surprised: "Should I not choose the pattern? Or is it because I put forward an idea and you help me design and then pattern it?" Although he has never eaten pork, it does not mean that Zhang Feng has never seen a pig run. When wandering on the streets, I can often see colorful tattoos, and I have heard other people mention that when I get here I have to be at the mercy of the tattoo artist.

The tattoo artist understood Zhang Feng’s meaning, shook his head, and said, “The low-level tattoo artist only tattoos the pattern on the body, while the truly advanced tattoo artist uses the human skeletal muscles to tattoo. Only in this way can the finished work be called. It’s art."

Hearing the word art, Zhang Feng sniffed it, didn't he just get a tattoo on his skin? It has a relationship with art.

With an impatient expression on his face, Zhang Feng still took off his shirt, exposing the strong muscles and vertical and horizontal scars to the tattoo artist's vision.

Zhang Feng's muscles are not swollen muscle lumps that are exercised with equipment in the gym. Each muscle is streamlined to the advantage.

Only such muscles can be both full of strength and sharp enough.

"Perfect, it's so perfect, it's just a work of art!" The tattoo artist stared at Zhang Feng's body and said with emotion.

"My most satisfied work finally found the perfect carrier! This is God's will! Hahaha." The tattoo artist laughed wildly!

He pulled his suitcase out from under the bed and rummaged in it.

Zhang Feng has the urge to vomit. This fat as a pig-like tattoo artist is not gay, and looking at him is really disgusting.

There is absolutely no problem with one's own sexual orientation. There is no doubt that the gender is male or female.

The tattoo artist solemnly took a painting in front of Zhang Feng.

After taking over the painting, Zhang Feng was right at first sight.

The painting is an angel with six wings on the back, but not a pure holy angel, but a sinful angel with fangs, vicious and vicious eyes, holding a three-pointed two-edged steel fork, and dripping blood from the corner of his mouth!

"How? This is my most satisfying work. Only your figure can perfectly show it."

"When I finish this work, I will destroy this painting. He is a masterpiece!"

The tattoo artist said excitedly.

"How long will it take to complete this?" Zhang Feng asked. The length of this painting is definitely not small, and the time needed to paint it is definitely not short.

There are still less than 24 hours to reach the Golden Triangle. If it can't be completed, it will be a pity that it won't be finished.

"As long as you can hold back the pain, I promise to finish it within six hours." The tattoo artist said swornly.

Zhang Feng nodded. Pain is nothing to him. He has never endured any pain since childhood.

After the torture of Huangquanlu Hades and the judge, he can tolerate pain once again.

At the sign of the tattoo artist, Zhang Feng lay on the bed.

The tattoo artist opened the tattoo gun, buzzing, stained with dye and landed on Zhang Feng's back.

There was still tingling at first, and after ten minutes, Zhang Feng had fully adapted to this level of pain, closed his eyes slightly, and fell into a shallow sleep state after a while.

——

The tattoo artist did not lie, and six hours later, his most satisfactory work appeared on Zhang Feng's back.

Wake Zhang Feng, the latter asked, "Is it over?"

"Well, take a look!" The tattoo artist said excitedly.

Standing up and walking to the mirror, with his back facing the mirror, Zhang Feng looked back!

The lifelike angel covered Zhang Feng's entire back, and Zhang Feng frowned slightly. He always felt that the tattoo did not look as vivid as the painting!

The tattoo artist said at this time: "You move your back muscles!"

Hearing that, Zhang Feng exerted a slight force, and with the movement of his back muscles, the angel tattooed on his back seemed to come alive.

The six wings of the sin angel, the top two wings were placed on Zhang Feng's shoulders, over the shoulders, and the tips hung above his collarbone.

The two middle wings cover the back of the big arms, and when you open your arms, it looks like the wings are open.

The bottom two wings hang down on both sides of the abdomen, close to the mermaid line.

What makes Zhang Feng feel perfect is that the complete pattern actually includes the scars on his back. If you don't look closely, you can't find these scars!

"Perfect!" Zhang Feng said.

He now understands what the art of the tattoo artist means!

Take a look at the tattoo on your back and recall the dragon tattoo on Lao Zhuang's back. The two are not on the same level.

Lao Zhuang’s dragon tattoo is like a mechanically placed on his back, and his tattoo fits every inch of the body’s muscles and bones perfectly.

Wipe clean the blood from the pinhole, apply anti-inflammatory ointment, and wrap it in plastic wrap.

After the wound scabs and falls off, the tattoo is truly completed.

After the tattoo artist instructed Zhang Feng to pay attention to matters, Zhang Feng left the tattoo artist's room.