The old beggar, who had been waiting in front of the phone for a long time, answered the call as soon as it rang, and said quickly: "I have sent all the information to you."
Zhang Feng had no trace of time at all here and said directly: "I saw the text message you sent me, but I can't see it clearly. Tell me on the phone!"
The old beggar was shocked, couldn't he see clearly? Eyes hurt? However, these are questions that he does not have time to ask now. He can only say more important things, "I have arranged for people to pick you up outside Area 51. You contact him to determine the pick-up location. The rest He will arrange everything!"
Zhang Feng coughed twice. His scarred internal organs could no longer bear the shock of coughing, and two more mouthfuls of blood spurted out. He quickly wiped the corners of his mouth and said, "How can I contact him?"
The old beggar was even more shocked. He had already explained how to contact him in the text message, and Zhang Feng still asked. It seemed that his eyes were really hurt. He thought so, but little did he know that Zhang Feng was not only injured in his eyes, but also in his entire body.
He frowned slightly and said, "Make a note of the phone number 082********. If you call this number, you can contact him!"
Zhang Feng kept the phone number in his mind and hung up the phone. This number was very important. It was the last guarantee that he and Tom could leave alive, but it was not yet time to use this phone number.
Having served as an undercover agent and a spy, Zhang Feng knew that the holder of this phone must be a Chinese spy agent who had been lurking in the United States for a long time. On the surface, such spy agents use their official identities as demonstrations. Once they participate in the mission, it means that their identities will be exposed. Just like a real killing move, it is the greatest threat only if it is hidden and hidden in the dark. Once exposed, the power decreases sharply.
Therefore, if you can avoid exposure, don’t expose it; if you can, expose it later, then expose it later. Perhaps, at a specific moment, it might be able to have a miraculous effect.
After hanging up the phone, Zhang Feng no longer had any distractions, and he had to concentrate now, otherwise his groggy mind would most likely fall asleep the next moment and never wake up again.
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Black Iron Tower vented all his anger on the instrument in front of him. After the instrument was completely smashed into scrap metal, his anger was completely suppressed. He gave the order with a gloomy face: "Detain Tom immediately and give it to me." Kill Tai Lung at all costs!"
His order was naturally given to the troops stationed in Area 51, because all nine super soldiers in total had died in Zhang Feng's hands, and he now had no super soldiers left to use.
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Tom was in a crazy state now. Both of his hands were holding fighting sabers, and his whole body was covered in bruises. However, the situation is much better than that of Zhang Feng. After all, those who deal with him are ordinary American soldiers, and they are all using their best to prevent him from using too much force to kill him!
But for Tom, the most serious thing is not this, but the side effects of the medicine!
Even Tom himself doesn't know how to describe how he feels now. He has no strength at all, as if every muscle has been necrotic. Even though he can still remain standing, he keeps waving the weapons in his hands. The saber looks quite scary.
In fact, in order to be able to do this, he had almost rotted the tip of his tongue. There was no way, he had to use such pain to stimulate himself, otherwise, he didn't know when he would collapse.
The side effects are naturally not just this.
The most serious thing is his internal organs. How about his feelings? It's like throwing fresh internal organs into an ant nest. Thousands or hundreds of thousands of ants are biting them bit by bit at the same time. If I have to use one word to describe it, this is the most appropriate word. It must be eroding to the bone!
He was going crazy, and only in this way could he delay even one second as long as possible. As long as he persists, there is a chance that Zhang Feng's rescue will come.
His surroundings had already been blocked by the besieging US soldiers. He didn't know what happened, and naturally he didn't know what Zhang Feng's current situation was. But he could probably imagine that at least it wouldn't be any better than himself.
Zhang Feng was indeed no better than Tom. He faced nine super warriors, and they were super warriors who wanted his life. For this reason alone, the treatment he and Tom received were not on the same level.
One eye was completely swollen and his throat was completely blocked, his brow bone was cracked, and the blood had long since dried up. The other eye could still see things, but it was a little blurry. This blur was not because his eye was injured, but because of his current body. He was too weak and lost too much blood. If it weren't for his super physical function and strong willpower that kept him going, anyone else might have collapsed long ago.
On the exposed surface of the body, one can see a series of stab wounds and severe contusions. The latter was caused by the super soldier's fist falling on the body. It was said to be a fist, but in fact it felt like a big hammer. This was only a superficial wound. The force of the fist penetrated the flesh and acted on the bones, causing multiple fractures and cracks.
Pooh.
He spat out a mouthful of blood foam and shook his head, forcing himself to wake up so that his vision could be clearer.
Although one eye can guarantee the direction, it will lose the accurate sense of distance. Fortunately, Zhang Feng has far superior hearing than ordinary people, which can help him make judgments.
The American garrison who received the order from Black Tower immediately launched an operation against Zhang Feng. These American soldiers completely let go of their restrained hands and feet when they were ordered to capture them alive!
"Da da da..." A series of bullets fired wildly at the military vehicle driven by Zhang Feng, sending sparks flying everywhere. Fortunately, this kind of special military vehicle has rough skin and thick flesh, and with a series of sparks, it still rushes forward crazily.
At this moment, Zhang Feng's single-eyed vision suddenly locked on his left front. Two US Army soldiers were lined up front and back. The one in front was squatting on the ground, looking at the rocket launcher on his shoulder, and the person standing behind was loading the bomb. .
The pupils turned into the most dangerous needle-like shapes. This was no ordinary rocket, but a Dow anti-tank missile!
Don't say that you are driving a military vehicle. Even if you are driving a special tank, it will be cool to be next to such a guy!
After taking off the brakes and turning the steering wheel, the military vehicle suddenly scraped the ground and drifted out in an arc. At the same time, rockets roared over with long tail flames!