When Zhang Feng had just been a killer for a year, he threw down the fierce sword and hid it under the old man’s persuasion. According to the old man’s words, Zhang Feng and this sword teamed up with too much murderous intentions and hostility, and sooner or later he stepped into the magical way. .
After that, Zhang Feng had not used any special weapons, and the belt daggers were just ordinary self-defense weapons.
"Zhang Feng, I like the way you look right now, you have the air of a king." Xue Chen looked at Zhang Feng looking at the fierce sword, gently tilting his head, looking like an idiot.
This woman was helpless, and there was nothing in her eyes except Zhang Feng.
Zhang Feng turned his head and showed a smile, then converged, re-wrapped the Fierce Sword with a white linen cloth, concealing the sharp edge, and the whole person's momentum softened.
"Pharaoh, what's the situation?"
Wang Yong was not in the house, but Zhang Feng yelled casually, and Pharaoh's response came from outside. After a rush of footsteps, a slightly bald middle-aged uncle appeared.
Hurdle vest, big pants, and flip-flops make him look like an uncle who has been squandered by time.
To be an intelligence officer is to hide among ordinary people, the more ordinary the better.
"Door, please call me?"
Wang Yong nodded and bowed his waist and went to act as a traitor. He absolutely didn't need to make up, just starred in his true colors.
Ding Xiaoshan, who is next to him, looked at him like this, and the corners of his mouth had to go to the root of his ears. Every day, someone would grab my role!
"What's going on in the port these past two days?" Zhang Feng turned around and asked, holding the fierce knife wrapped in white linen in his hand.
Wang Yong hurriedly responded: "Return to the doorkeeper, as soon as the freighter arrived on the dock in the past two days, the cargo will be unloaded immediately. They are all ordinary dock workers operating, and my people have not found any problems."
"It's too quiet?" Ding Xiaoshan couldn't recognize it.
Xue Chen also frowned.
They are all people who have seen big scenes, especially Xue Chen, whose money is calculated in hundreds of millions. She never believes that the war is coming, and the place where the battle is scheduled will continue to be peaceful.
"That's it." Wang Yong's face was serious, and he continued: "I think so too. It stands to reason that the bosses of the Philippines will definitely step on the plate and make preparations, but one of the people I arranged was abnormal. People can’t see it. So I thought there was a problem with the workers on the dock!"
"Where is the problem?"
Zhang Feng's expression was still indifferent and asked aloud.
Upon hearing this, Wang Yong was speechless, and he pondered for a while before he said: "After all, these people are local snakes, and the wharf is the site of South Six. You don't need to make a few calls to South Six to direct these workers to do things , So I suspect that these workers are laying traps on the dock!"
Zhang Feng agreed with this statement, nodded slightly, and said, "It takes you less than two days to find out the situation on the dock. It is a bit embarrassing for you. Then, I will trouble you again and prepare a few cars, respectively. Parked around the pier, the car key is placed in the sun visor of the driver's seat, if there is a situation, I will use one of the cars to retreat!"
Arranging a retreat is the instinct of a killer before the action, unless the killer intends to use suicide action, otherwise there is no exception.
Wang Yong was a little ashamed. After hearing what Zhang Feng said, his eyes were red, and he hurriedly agreed, turned around and left the ward to arrange work for his subordinates.
It is difficult to meet a boss who understands his subordinates!
In Wang Yong's heart, he supported Zhang Feng more and more.
When the time came to 8:30, Zhang Feng and Xue Chen went downstairs together, and separated in the parking lot. Zhang Feng stood alone in a medium-sized van and went straight to the port.
In the morning, the road was a bit blocked, almost stepping on time, Zhang Feng came to the port and drove straight to Pier 3.
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"The time is up, why doesn't Zhang Feng show up yet?"
On a cargo ship about 100 meters away from Pier 3 in the port, Klaus stood on the deck, holding a telescope, observing the situation on the pier.
The other six bosses, including Nan Liu, are the same, with a telescope in their hands, all facing the direction of the pier, like a group of perverted bosses peeping.
In their telescope field of vision, the number one hundred and ten were pestered on the dock, each holding a murder weapon, which was the "bait" they arranged.
These people were not treated by the boss, and were thrown out at the critical moment.
"Zhang Feng is here!"
Nan Liu suddenly shouted.
The other bosses gathered together for a while and hurriedly searched with binoculars.
Soon they saw a figure wearing a white Chinese tunic suit and carrying a white stick on his shoulder, walking to the pier at a leisurely pace.
If you want to pretend to be forced, Zhang Feng is a model at this time, not to mention wearing, there is still a pair of ignorance on his face
Dangerous indifferent expression, as if not putting anyone in his eyes.
In other words, there is no one who can be like Zhang Feng's eyes.
"Mazefak!" a boss yelled, "This is how you can pretend to be forced, and those who don't know thought he was going to single out hundreds of us!"
"Isn't people here to single out a few hundred people? With this courage to go to the meeting alone, few people can match it!" The other boss retorted, and he was still very convinced of Zhang Feng's courage.
At the very least, Zhang Feng has the courage to go to the meeting alone, but most people don't dare to come.
"Stop arguing, keep an eye on me. After Zhang Feng enters the ambush, I give the order to start immediately. Who dares to delay, be careful that I will destroy his whole family!"
Klaus was still staring at Zhang Feng with the binoculars, but his stern tone made the other bosses startled in awe, and he quickly cheered up and stared at Zhang Feng again with the binoculars.
Under the eyes of everyone, Zhang Feng carried the "white stick" on his shoulders, walked into Pier 3 from the rein, and walked towards the more than one hundred black thugs on the pier.
In the face of fierce and wicked faces, his face was always indifferent.
When the two sides were about 20 meters apart, Zhang Feng stopped and threw the fierce sword wrapped in white cloth to the ground. With a bang, a fist-sized pit was smashed into the concrete floor, and the surrounding area was cracked. .
"There are few people, it seems that you are all bait?" Zhang Feng tilted his head slightly, with a look of disdain.
Hearing that they had become bait, these thugs were upset and shouted one after another. Some people wanted to rush to open the film, but they were stopped by a naked man with scars.
"Are you Zhang Feng?"
The scared man walked forward a few steps, raised his chin with a provocative smile on his waistband, with two short knives pinned to the waistband of his pants. The blade was badly worn with a slight red glow. It seemed that he was using these two knives. Killed many people.
"Exactly!"
Zhang Feng responded indifferently, his eyes swept around the opponent's waist, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"What are you looking at? Believe it or not, I will goug your eyes out?" The scared man hates others staring at his knives most, and hates others for looking down on himself, and roars on the spot.
"Heh!" Zhang Feng sneered and pointed at his knife, "Is this a pig-killing knife?"
(End of this chapter)