Super Special Forces King

Chapter 66

Things will end tomorrow?

What could happen? A gleam of cold flashed in Zhang Feng's eyes. The thing in Lao Zhuang's mouth is probably that drugs from Thailand are entering the port!

This news is really important.

The gunners are now waiting for the drugs to enter the port and pass through customs to **** them on the way.

And the police waited for Ma Qiqi from both sides to move out to close the net and wipe out the drug cartels entrenched in the Northeast and Yangcheng!

Sitting in the car, returning to the residence and chatting with Lao Zhuang, Zhang Feng entered the second bedroom.

Take out the phone and edit the text message: "The goods will arrive at customs tomorrow."

Sent to Paozi and Yuan Lang respectively.

Villages in the city are full of self-built houses, and the people living here are mixed.

There was a musty smell in the narrow windowless room, and the dim light bulb was on.

Gunzi sat on the bed, looked down at the text message just received by the phone, and sneered at the corner of his mouth.

After spending so many days in this **** place, things finally started to look good.

"Do you give me more energy, check the weapons, and prepare to work tomorrow!" yelled loudly.

The men who collapsed on the upper and lower bunks all got up.

"Why, Brother Pao."

"Finally I have to do some special work. I've been holding back mold here these days!"

This matter involved hundreds of millions of dollars, and the gunner was a little irritable and cursed: "Do you shut up to Lao Tzu. If anyone goes wrong, don't blame Lao Tzu for turning his face and ruthlessly killing his family."

The guys closed their mouths one after another, not to touch the mold.

Pulling out the snakeskin pocket under the bed and opening it, there is a wide variety of weapons inside.

Double-barreled scorpion, a shotgun made of earth, a homemade air gun, a pistol, and even two grenades.

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Yangcheng Drug Enforcement Administration.

Yuan Lang received the text message and immediately issued an order. The local police did not use it, and all the troops were used by police from other places to prevent the public from going out at this critical juncture.

"You are responsible for the arrest of Huo Ye and the rescue of Huo Ye's controlling hostages, and we are responsible for the rest!" Yan Wang said coldly.

Yuan Lang frowned slightly, and asked, "It seems that I am the commander-in-chief of this operation. You are sent by the military to assist me in the operation."

There is no change in the expression on Hell’s face, and he said, “Whether you think I’m going to act on my behalf, or against the guest! This action will do as I say, I believe you will receive the above call soon.”

"You..." Yuan Lang pointed to Yan Wang just about to speak, when the landline in the office rang.

"Director, it's for you!" said the operator.

Yuan Lang was irritable and yelled impatiently: "No one answers any calls!"

"It's the minister," the operator reminded.

Hearing the phone call from his boss, Yuan Lang looked at Yan Wang, who was still wearing paint on his face. This guy just said that there would be a call from above, so the minister's call came. Isn’t it a coincidence?

When I walked over and picked up the phone, I heard the Minister's voice coming: "Yuan Lang, why is so angry, don't you even answer my phone?"

"No, Minister." Yuan Lang said.

"The arrest operation is under the sole responsibility of the soldiers by your side." The minister said concisely.

The anger on Yuan Lang's face became more intense. He looked at the Hades who was still standing there still like a green pine. The latter's expression did not change, as if what happened had nothing to do with him.

"But, Minister, the action has reached the last moment, isn't it appropriate?" Yuan Lang continued to fight for.

"Don't say anything, this matter is determined above, and I am powerless! Let's do it!" After speaking, the phone hung up.

Yuan Lang slowly put the phone back, his eyes staying on Yan Wang's face, wanting to see something, but he didn't notice anything.

The minister said that it was decided by someone above him. The minister is already the head of the Ministry of Public Security. What else could be on him?

What are the identities of these soldiers? It was actually possible to let someone above the minister give orders.

With a sigh of relief, Yuan Lang knew that he could not change this decision, and said, "You have the command of the arrest operation. If something goes wrong, you will be fully responsible by that time!"

Hades said calmly: "If our action fails, no one in China will be able to complete this task!"

There is a strong and unparalleled confidence in the words! But there is no arrogant element!

The reason why they are so confident is that they are the best soldiers in China, and represent the pinnacle of the soldiers in China!

Sitting in the second bedroom, Zhang Feng thought, slowly smoking until the cigarette burned out, he shouted: "Lao Zhuang, what are the arrangements for the two of us in the past two days?"

"No, just sleep!" Lao Zhuang replied sitting on the sofa in the living room.

If there is no arrangement, Zhang Feng reached out and took out the bug under the bed and threw it into the water glass.

Walking out of the second bedroom, Zhang Feng sneered at the corner of his mouth, and said in a calm and indifferent way: "Lao Zhuang, is it okay to install a bug under my bed?"

Lao Zhuang looked like an old cat whose tail was stepped on. He stood up from the sofa and drew his pistol from his back.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Zhang Feng's body burst out, and the speed was three points faster than Baipi, who shocked everyone at the time.

To put it bluntly, if it were not for hiding his skills, Bai Pi would not be able to do three tricks under Zhang Feng's hands.

Lao Zhuang’s muzzle had just been aimed at Zhang Feng, and before he had time to pull the trigger, there was a sharp pain in his fingers.

"what--"

With ten fingers connected to the heart, Lao Zhuang yelled in pain, his three fingers were cut off, the wound was smooth, blood spattered out.

Snapped.

Zhang Feng's foot hit Lao Zhuang's knee fiercely, and he fell unsteadily.

Zhang Feng pressed the back of his head and slammed it down, and the hard Tianling cover and the glass coffee table slammed together.

The tempered glass coffee table was broken into soya bean-sized particles and scattered on the ground, mixed with blood.

Lao Zhuang was lying on the ground and had lost consciousness.

Walked over and picked up Lao Zhuang's pistol that had fallen on the ground and inserted it into her back waist, tied Lao Zhuang, who was unconscious, to a chair and dragged it into the bathroom.

Turning on the shower head, the water that has not yet heated up poured on Lao Zhuang's body.

The stimulation of cold water made Lao Zhuang wake up from his coma.

"Second, what do you mean?" Lao Zhuang asked.

His forehead was marked with blood in the glass, his flesh turned out, and the blood flowed down his cheeks under the washing of cold water, staining all the clothes in blood red, dripping on the ground and rushing into the floor drain.