Super Special Forces King

Chapter 759 The Price of Sharapova

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"It's no use talking nonsense! I'll give you a choice. If I don't get what I want to know from your mouth, I will shoot her! Of course I won't kill her, such a Hostages have a great effect on me! I let you choose where to shoot. Should I break her arm? Or a path." The white man said coldly, his eyes fierce.

The corners of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched twice, and he said: "I have always given you a choice. I didn't expect you to give me the opportunity to choose today? It's really a causal cycle!"

"Don't talk nonsense here, just say it!"

Zhang Feng's brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes hesitated to look at a bush on the side. The direction he was looking was the opposite of where Dai'er was actually hiding.

He swept his eyes, quickly retracted it, and licked his lips as a cover.

Such a small gesture did not hide the gaze of the big white man. He was overjoyed in his heart and immediately shouted at the gunman: "Look at the bushes over there."

The gunman nodded, held the gun cautiously, and walked in the direction he said.

Zhang Feng said: "I really don't know where the woman you mentioned is hiding." He said, his eyes still floating nervously, and then quickly retracted.

Seeing this, the white man became more sure of his judgment, and the head hidden behind Sharapova involuntarily poked out a bit.

Zhang Feng's mouth was still muttering: "Why don't you believe me, I really don't know where she is hiding."

When she spoke, her eyes locked on Sharapova, who was under control.

Sharapova also noticed Zhang Feng's gaze. The two looked at each other, and both quickly withdrew their gazes.

The gunman cautiously walked over and opened the bushes with his gun, where there were ghost shadows.

Turning around and shouting: "Boss, no."

"What?" The white man was furious, and the body hidden behind Sharapova was involuntarily let out a lot.

But at this moment, Zhang Feng, who had been dormant for a long time, started to do it.

With a flick of his wrist, the playing cards hidden in his sleeves fell into his hands, his waist twisted and his wrists suddenly flung out.

And Sharapova, who was tightly squeezed her neck, also slammed her head back, slamming the back of her head against the bridge of the white man's nose.

The hooked nose was suddenly broken, and two lines of warm nosebleeds sprayed out on Sharapova's hair and neck.

Huh!

A black shadow struck directly across the neck of the white man, and his body suddenly stiffened.

The wound opened directly on the neck, gradually expanding, and blood spurted out.

Zhang Feng, who had thrown out the playing cards, didn't stop his body, but directly pounced on the submachine gun that he had just kicked out.

The body rolled forward, grabbed the gun with both hands, turned around, and shot at the gunner who was also ready to shoot without any interval.

Boom!

Two gunshots sounded in no particular order.

The gunner's eye socket was hit by a bullet, and the entire eye socket turned into a dark blood hole, bloody.

The bullet was stuck in the hard shell of the back of his head, and it did not shoot out from the back of his head, but it was enough to kill him instantly.

His corpse fell straight back.

Zhang Feng maintained his shooting position, his chest was violently up and down, and he was panting heavily.

First of all, he made sure that he was not shot, and turned to look in the direction of Sharapova.

Sharapova fell to the ground with the big white man's arm still hanging from her neck.

Seeing her eyes still staring, Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as she didn't die.

Hastily put down the gun and ran towards her.

Sharapova also broke free of the white man's arm at this time, and got up, her face covered with blood splashed by the white man.

The whole person looked as if he had just crawled out of the blood pool.

"How about? Didn't get shot." Zhang Feng asked.

Sharapova shook her head and signaled that she was not shot.

Zhang Feng glanced at the big white man who fell on the ground, and saw that his arm was still hanging in the air and held the posture of restraining Sharapova, and he instantly understood what was going on.

In the case of sudden death, the nerves will suddenly become tight, and the muscles will instantly become rigid.

That's why some people are holding things in their hands when they die, but outsiders can't break their fingers.

And that is, the stiff arm of the big white man, when he fell, pulled Sharapova to the ground, indirectly helping her avoid the gunman's dying shot.

"Just fine!"

Zhang Feng muttered, suddenly his eyes widened, and his backhand slapped Sharapova on the face.

Snapped.

Sharapova was stunned by the direct beating, she covered her cheek foolishly, staring at Zhang Feng in a daze, wondering why he beat herself.

Zhang Feng stared at his eyes and said in a deep voice, "I don't know why I hit you? It's because of your stupidity!"

Tears ooze from Sharapova's eyes, running down her cheeks, washing away the blood on her face.

"Why are you hitting me? Since childhood, my father was not willing to hit me, so why are you hitting me!"

"Sharapova, you just mentioned your father, so let's make it clear! Your father doesn't hit you because he is your father and he is reluctant to hit you! He is your father, but I am not! Understand? Because of your stupidity, I almost caused someone who is not your father to die because of you! I almost caused Dai'er to die in this **** place!"

Zhang Feng roared: "You almost caused us to die, shouldn't you fight? This is the price you have to pay for your stupidity! Did I order you to hide it for me, why did you run out for me? You Thought you could help me? Just like you grew up in a training camp, do you know what the real battlefield is like? Have you ever wondered how cunning the enemy you are facing?"

"These enemies are more fierce than you think, more patient than you think, and more cunning than you think! Understand?"

Sharapova's beautiful eyes were already full of tears, but Zhang Feng didn't have a trace of compassion.

Since she is the "princess" of the Halberd of Victory training camp, it means that she cannot leave the battlefield from the moment she is born, and the killing is destined to accompany her for life!

Sooner or later, she will understand all these truths, but in the process of understanding, she still knows how much the price will be paid!

Therefore, Zhang Feng now tells her that it is for her good. This slap is worth it!

Zhang Feng turned around and walked towards the place where Dai'er was hiding, leaving a sentence: "If you are a soldier under my hand, you will slap you from time to time, and you will be given a bullet. I believe you His father will make the same decision with me!"

When Dai'er saw Zhang Feng approaching, she also limped out of the pit.

Holding the miniature self-defense pistol trembling in her hand, she looked at Zhang Feng with a little guilt.