It was supposed to be a checkpoint where American soldiers were waiting, but from a distance, not even a single person could be seen.
A slight chill arose in Waltz's heart. He stepped on the accelerator slightly to slow down the car, and picked up a pistol from the passenger seat.
He was a little worried. If something went wrong with Zhang Feng, or he just gave up and left, what would he do? Fortunately, his family has been picked up, but it can be said that if he cannot see them arrive in Huaxia Kingdom with his own eyes, he will not feel at ease. After all, there is no real relationship between him and Zhang Feng, it is just... They are tied together to cooperate because of their interests. This kind of
The cooperative relationship is the most unrealistic and can be easily broken.
Therefore, Waltz cannot help but worry.
The closer he got, the more worried he felt, until... until he got closer, he saw corpses lying on the ground, wearing uniforms of the American army, soldiers of the American army!
The clearer I looked, I realized that there was not just one corpse, but many!
hiss.
Could it be that these people were all killed by Zhang Feng? Where is Zhang Feng now
Seeing that there was no one at the checkpoint, not counting the lifeless body lying on the ground, I felt completely at ease, increased the accelerator, and drove over.
With a 'squeak', the car stopped. Waltz stepped out of the car with a gun in hand, and saw a man standing up behind the bunker, it was Zhang Feng.
When he saw Zhang Feng, he suddenly took a breath of air.
Zhang Feng's whole body was almost covered in blood. From head to toe, everything was covered in blood. In his hand, he was holding a saber dripping with blood. As for the automatic rifle, he was carrying it on his back. It was as if it had never moved.
Zhang Feng did not speak, his face was sullen, and his narrow eyes were full of coldness.
With a cry of blood, he walked straight to the car, pulled the door at the back and got in.
Waltz woke up from a dream this time, turned around and ran quickly towards the car. He glanced at the corpses on the ground, and found out as expected that every corpse died of stab wounds. The wounds were all in vital parts, either the throat, trachea, or the heart!
A man holding a knife actually slaughtered all the American soldiers at a checkpoint!
Waltz got into the car and started the car without saying a word. Then he heard Zhang Feng sitting in the back say: "There is another checkpoint ahead. If we pass it, we can reach the trade area!"
He was very sensible and did not ask Zhang Feng how he knew. Waltz was now focusing all his attention on the road ahead.
But he felt that Zhang Feng, who was so close, was filled with murderous aura. Maybe if he said something wrong, he would get into trouble. In that case, he would die unjustly. He should just keep his mouth shut and talk about this. Time is stronger than anything else!
I have to say, the feeling of waltz is very accurate.
Ever since he knew that his identity information had been leaked and that the people he cared about were in potential danger, Zhang Feng could not suppress the murderous intention in his heart, and this murderous intention could only be eliminated through bloodshed.
Therefore, instead of letting Waltz drive over, he took a knife and slaughtered all the American soldiers at the checkpoint ahead. But even so, the killing intent is still increasing!
Zhang Feng was a little confused. Although he didn't think he was a good person, or could be said to be a bad person, he never felt sorry for anyone from beginning to end! Whether it is to brothers, comrades, friends, or the country, they are sincere enough, but even so, why would anyone want to kill themselves? It would be fine if the person who leaked his/her identity information was an enemy. After all, life and death are facing each other. But my identity information was leaked by 'one of my own'
Yes, this made Zhang Feng a little intolerable.
I am working my ass off outside, and you are doing this to me!
"Don't let me know, otherwise I will make you regret coming to this world." He thought secretly in his heart. Although attacking alone, or even just using more bloody and direct cold weapons to massacre checkpoints, seems a bit reckless, and it does come at a certain price, it is not without gains. For example, from the mouth of a living person, the distance between the next checkpoint and this place was found out.
As well as the manpower and weapon configuration of the checkpoint, these are relatively important information.
As for the price paid
Zhang Feng's lower abdomen was penetrated by a bullet, which penetrated at close range. Fortunately, the bullet did not stay in the body, which can slightly reduce the trouble. So the blood on his body is not only that of his enemies, but also his own.
Now it feels like a broken jar. Anyway, my body is already scarred. As long as I don't lose my life, even more injuries will not be tolerated. Thinking about it this way, I always feel like there are too many lice but it doesn't itch.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, held it in his mouth, took a long puff, smoked it all, and threw away the cigarette butt.
call. Blow the smoke out of your mouth. Since entering the Super Soldier Research Institute, I have never tasted the smell of cigarettes. Of course, this pack of cigarettes was also collected from the corpses of American soldiers.
After smoking one, he lit another one and held it in his mouth, but this time he smoked it slowly.
... "Tell me! Who did you call? Am I giving you a chance to know now? Even if you don't tell me, I can still find out who answered the call." The old beggar's eyes widened. He said while looking at the man sitting in front of him in the interrogation room. This old beggar is very familiar with this person. He is from the department.
The old man is always conscientious and does not have much credit, but he has never made any mistakes.
But the technical department unlocked the phone and found that the communication signals monitored at that time were sent from his phone.
The middle-aged man's ordinary facial features and eyes were very calm, and they did not change at all because of the old beggar's roar. Of course, he had no intention of answering the questions raised by the old beggar.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The old beggar looked at the middle-aged man and walked outside the door.
"Mr. Gusu, Zhao Dasheng's deceased wife's account was suddenly credited with five million dollars half a month ago, and was transferred abroad five days ago. And... and... "
Hearing the hesitant conversation, the old beggar said impatiently: "Just tell me what you have to say!"
"Yes! Zhao Dasheng's daughter was diagnosed with leukemia a year ago. In order to find suitable bone marrow, she was sent to Italy half a year ago." The old beggar frowned. He probably knew what was going on and turned around to leave. Entered the room.