Super Special Forces King

Chapter 821: Sell Yourself To Me

821、

The person Zhang Feng is waiting for is naturally Caldera.

He had a sense of measure. Although Caldera's head seemed to have been opened, there was actually no serious injury.

The reason for this is that I have my own plan in my heart.

No one would joke about his life and come to this black boxing arena, so Caldera must be forced.

And just stun Caldera directly to save him.

At that time, excluding Zhang Feng and Calderley, there were five people left, and each of them was carrying a folding chair.

Even if Caldera was able to knock down all of these people, I am afraid that he himself must be seriously injured by that time, which is not what Zhang Feng wants to see.

This time when he came to Mexico to perform his mission, the old man asked him what he needed help, but Zhang Feng refused.

Because as long as the help provided by the old man is traceable, then it is very likely that this will expose his identity.

But Zhang Feng knew that he had to help, and when he saw Caldera, he knew he could be his helper.

With this plan, Caldera cannot be seriously injured.

...

After smoking three cigarettes and waiting for about twenty minutes, Caldera finally walked out.

There was a frustrated expression on his face, and he looked downcast. There were patches of bruises on his shirtless body, and the rags I didn't know where I found were wrapped around the wound on his head, with blood oozing from it.

Zhang Feng did not appear immediately, but hung far behind him.

Although Mexico City is one of the largest cities in America, it is also the most chaotic city, and the gap between rich and poor is even greater.

In the distance are tall buildings, with the urban flavor of reinforced concrete. But more often, the slums are crowded and crowded together.

Because of the continuous rain in the rainy season, the dirt roads in the slums have become muddy, and the shoes are covered with silt.

Because the sun came out, everyone who had been hiding in the room for several days also walked out.

Although the people here are poor, they are more humane. When they see the injured Caldera, they all say a few words and comfort. However, the same poverty makes them helpless to Caldera.

Zhang Feng, who followed, saw all of this in his eyes.

Followed behind him in silence until Caldera walked into a dirt house.

The earthen house looks like a few years ago, the adobe is already slanted, the door? Maybe it can be called a door, just a few simple door panels.

Looking around, there was nothing unusual, Zhang Feng walked to Caldera's house.

Pushing open the broken door, the room was filled with the smell of humidity.

Caldera was standing in front of a bed, and there was a person lying on the bed, but he was almost blocked by him, only a pair of scrawny feet were exposed.

Hearing the door opening, Caldera turned his head and looked around. When he saw Zhang Feng, he suddenly became angry.

He rushed to Zhang Feng's body and grabbed Zhang Feng's collar with one hand.

boom.

Without any resistance, Zhang Feng gave him a folding chair. Now it is normal for him to be angry.

His back was mounted abruptly on the dirt wall, and his back hurt.

Zhang Feng felt the terrifying power in his body.

"Why? Tell me why!" Caldera roared with staring eyes.

The loud voice made Zhang Feng's ears buzzing.

Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and sneered: "Should you put me down first?"

Caldera was not moved at all, slamming his fist directly on Zhang Feng's head.

Zhang Feng didn't want to use his head to test how powerful his fist fell to the ground. He lifted his foot directly and hit Caldera's knee directly with his toe, and the latter suffered a sharp pain.

Taking this opportunity, Zhang Feng directly lifted his hand and grabbed his wrist, twisting it suddenly.

"Ah!" Caldera screamed from the pain of the joint.

Zhang Feng's feet were inserted between his legs, and when he said goodbye, Caldera's huge body fell directly to the ground.

In this way, he also clearly saw the person lying on the bed, a woman, or a girl.

Very thin, the whole person is curled up inside the quilt, only the head and feet are exposed.

"No, don't hurt my brother." The girl tried her best to get up and talked with all her strength, but her voice was like fine lines.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt him." Zhang Feng said in a deep voice.

Turning his head to look at Caldera, who has just gotten up from the ground, with obvious anger on his face, and he has to do it at any time, and said: "Give up, you are not my opponent."

Knowing that the other party didn't believe it, his body suddenly started, and his fist slammed in.

Whoosh.

The speed was so fast that Caldera didn't react at all, and Zhang Feng's fist stopped an inch of his face.

To be precise, it is not a fist, but **** spread out!

If one inch further forward, **** would be inserted into his eye sockets, and Caldera's tricks would be completely useless.

The anger on Caldera's face was replaced by shock, and he swallowed fiercely.

Zhang Feng slowly retracted his finger and reiterated again: "I said, you are not my opponent. Go out and talk?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, he passed Caldera directly and walked outside the door.

Caldera hesitated a little, then directly followed Zhang Feng and walked out.

Standing at the door, Zhang Feng took out two cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, smoked it, and handed one to Caldera.

Caldera took it in his hand, holding the cigarette very awkwardly. After Zhang Feng lit him, he took two sips and coughed suddenly.

Zhang Feng shook his head with a wry smile, "Can't smoke?"

"It costs money," Caldera said concisely.

For this reason, Zhang Feng couldn't find any fault, so he took out the five hundred dollars he won today from his pocket and said, "Here is five hundred dollars!"

Seeing the money, Caldera's eyes suddenly lit up. What he lacks most now is this play.

Zhang Feng didn't give it to him. Instead, he said, "Do you want five hundred dollars or more money, enough for your sister to lead a normal life."

"If you want these five hundred dollars, I will give it to you now."

Caldera raised his hand and stretched it out slowly, and when he was about to touch it, he drew it back suddenly.

"What do you want me to do?"

Although he has never read a book, there is no simple and superficial truth, that is, there is no free lunch in the world.

"It's very simple! Sell yourself to me, do what I ask you to do! If you promise me to do it, your sister can live there tonight!" Zhang Feng stood up and pointed his finger at the highest point in the center of Mexico City building.