Super Special Forces King

Chapter 738 Buying Weapons (1)

738、

Zhang Feng walked to the front desk of the hotel, and the front desk staff immediately asked respectfully: "Hello sir, what can I do to help you?"

"Are there any interesting places nearby? For example, a bar." Zhang Feng asked.

"Sir, you must go to Sangqu Bar when you come to Rio de Janeiro, it is definitely a good place to go."

"thank you very much."

He took a one-hundred dollar bill out of his pocket and placed it on the front desk, then turned and walked outside.

There was a taxi waiting at the door of the hotel. Zhang Feng went straight in and said, "Go, Sang Qu bar."

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Half an hour later, the car stopped in front of the bar, Zhang Feng got off after paying the fare.

As the hotel front desk said, Sangqu Bar looks very luxurious from the outside, with various luxury cars parked at the door.

Groups of young people gathered at the door, talking loudly and hilariously.

Zhang Feng pulled his peak cap and walked towards the front door. Not a few steps after going out, a young man in a gray jacket came over.

Zhang Feng's brows frowned slightly.

"Dude, do you need goods?" The young man said, unfolding his shirt, his hands hidden inside spread out, and his palm was a packet of marijuana.

Shaking his head slightly, he walked straight into the bar.

Although marijuana is a soft drug, it also has hallucinogenic effects. In addition, Zhang Feng had to restrain his headaches and had ingested poison for unknown times, so marijuana had no effect on him.

The heavy door of the bar opened, and the restless music was deafening. On the dance floor, hot samba girls squirmed their waists frantically, shaking their fat chests and big ass.

With the twisting body, the clothes on the body are getting better and better.

For this kind of samba dance, Zhang Feng has no intention of appreciating it.

He came here on business.

I randomly found a card station and sat down, slapped a finger, called the waiter, and after I ordered a beer, I looked around.

Drinking beer slowly, for half an hour, Zhang Feng didn't find the target he was looking for, so he stood up and walked outside.

Sharapova and Dale are still in the hotel. They are the only two of them, and Zhang Feng is destined to not leave for too long.

Walking out of the bar, I saw the young man who had just sold marijuana to himself, standing in the alley with his back against the wall smoking a cigarette.

With the help of the night, he could see his expression a little excited, and his muscles were trembling slightly.

The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth evokes a sneer. It seems that this little brother not only sells marijuana, but also smokes himself.

After a little hesitation, he walked towards him and walked in front of the young man.

The young people are now immersed in the excitement and hallucinations brought by marijuana, looking up at Zhang Feng with blurred eyes.

Stalking his neck, his fingers poked Zhang Feng's chest, and his lips trembled and said, "Who are you so special?"

Zhang Feng was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, grabbed his neck with his hands, and in one fell swoop, he abruptly propped him up, and his feet left the ground.

Immediately, hit the ground.

Snapped.

The young man fell face down and fell to the ground, screaming like a pig from his mouth.

Zhang Feng pulled him up from the ground again and clasped his cheek with one hand so that he could not scream.

At this moment, all the young people's cheeks were full of blood, there was a gap in the nose wing on one side, and the brow bones were also on the ground, and blood was spilling out.

"I don't like nonsense, so listen to me carefully."

Zhang Feng said in a deep voice, "I want to buy guns! Do you have any outlets?"

He ventured out tonight, just to buy guns. In Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, he may stay for a few days, so he needs the necessary weapons to defend himself.

The prepared poker is just a hidden weapon. It must be kept in the dark to be effective!

The young man was awakened from the excitement brought by the marijuana after being thrown. Hearing Zhang Feng's words, he nodded.

"It's good to know! I buy what I want, of course, your benefit is indispensable. If you play tricks with me, hum, don't blame me for not reminding you now!" Zhang Feng said sullenly.

As he said, he loosened the cheeks of the young man, and the latter couldn't relax, but there were two purple-red finger prints on his cheeks!

"I'll take you over, it's not too close here, I have a car," the young man said.

Zhang Feng nodded, and as the young man walked over, he realized that the car he was talking about was an obviously modified motorcycle.

The restless engine roared, Zhang Feng sat behind and left quickly.

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Twenty minutes later, the young man stopped his motorcycle.

Zhang Feng looked left and right, here has left Rio de Janeiro's urban area, looking around, there are row upon row of bungalows next to each other.

Stinky garbage was piled up everywhere in the corner of the street. In the dark night, you could see black cats with yellow eyes squeaking and squeaking, making people sound creepy.

The young people were obviously very familiar with this place, and walked inside with Zhang Feng awkwardly.

Zhang Feng said casually as he walked: "Your motorcycle is good. It cost a lot of money to modify it? Can such a modified motorcycle go on the road?"

"It did use a lot of money, of course I couldn't go on the road. But I got a fake license."

"That's good!" Zhang Feng said lightly.

At this time, Zhang Feng saw a two-story self-built building 100 meters in front, a high courtyard wall, a heavy iron door, and two iron towers at the door, a dark-skinned man, looking left and right.

What attracted Zhang Feng's eyes most was that they were holding automatic rifles, AK-47s in their hands.

Secretly muttered in my heart, is it so arrogant? Just holding a gun blatantly?

An imperceptible sneer flashed at the corner of the young man’s mouth, and quickly disappeared. He returned to his cowardly expression, turned his head to look at Zhang Feng and said, “This is it? Weapons."

"Really? That's good, I will give you a generous reward."

When there was still thirty to forty meters away from the second floor of the self-built building, the young man asked Zhang Feng to wait for a while, and he went to say hello first.

Zhang Feng shrugged his shoulders indifferently, stood there, took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it, and slowly smoked it.

The young man and the two big men murmured a few words, then turned their heads and waved to Zhang Feng.

He dangled his cigarette and walked over.

The two big men looked at Zhang Feng up and down, and then turned their heads to let Zhang Feng walk in with the young man.

Walking into the yard, it looks no different from ordinary people, but the flashing figures in the rooms represent a large number of people.

"Mr. Kuchel, already waiting inside."