Seven days later, Yaping Town was in chaos.
The six members of the Huangquan team entered the small town of Yaping through different paths in three batches.
Everyone was wearing old-fashioned clothes and gathered on the second floor of Longhua Bar.
Although the surrounding countries have a laissez-faire attitude towards Yaping Town, such a place is also full of spies from various countries.
Longhua Bar is the stronghold of the Huaxia Kingdom in the small town of Yaping. When Zhang Feng's father was undercover in the chaotic land, the two parties were responsible for the transmission of intelligence.
The hall on the first floor was filled with noisy heavy metal music, with metal percussion and heart-piercing voices mixed together.
All the patrons in the bar looked fierce, and one of the three people could be seen with a weapon on his body, which shows the prevalence of black guns.
In the midst of the smell of drugs, alcohol, and cigarettes, half-dressed women were twisting their waists crazily to win the attention of customers.
Zhang Feng and Chai Chong were the last ones to arrive at the Longhua Hotel. Zhang Feng was wearing canvas shoes, jeans, and a narrow-backed shoulder-bar vest, with the tattoo on his back exposed.
He walked with his head swaying and his tail wagging, with a naughty smile on his face. He didn't look like a good person, but it was not normal for him to be in a place like Yaping Town.
Chai Chong's upper body was covered with a tight floral shirt, which exposed the bulging muscles of his body. Black sunglasses covered his face, giving him a fierce look at first glance.
The two people walked into the bar one after another. Zhang Feng looked indifferent, while Chai Chong frowned.
"Made! What a useless place!" Chai Chong cursed in a low voice.
"Jackal, not every place in this world is filled with blooming flowers. There are many dark corners where sewage flows and the stench is overwhelming!" Zhang Feng said casually with a sneer on his lips and his eyes wandering around.
"Fuck, I'm a jackal, not a jackal!" Chai Chong complained.
"Okay, okay, I understand, you are a jackal, not a wolf, okay!" Zhang Feng said without remorse, his wandering eyes stayed at the stairs, raised his chin, and said softly: "Let's go!"
Chai Chong's face turned red from suppressing it, and he cursed Zhang Feng secretly in his heart: Damn actor, I'm a jackal! Dead actor!
The two people walked up the stairs one after another. The door on the second floor was closed, and there was a sign hanging on the door.
There was a sign with a few words written in Thai crookedly on it, and two burly men standing at the door.
Zhang Feng's cultural attainments can be seen as being good at speaking Thai, but he has no idea what is written on it.
When he got closer, he was stopped by a burly man with a cold expression.
"@#￥%... &*." There was a burst of chirping birds, Zhang Feng frowned and said softly: "Someone from home!"
When the cold-looking man heard Zhang Feng's Chinese dialect, his eyes flashed with excitement, and the corners of his mouth raised a warm smile, and he said: "Yes."
The two people opened the door a crack, which was enough for Zhang Feng and Chai Chong to step in side by side.
Nodding with respect in their eyes, Zhang Feng and Chai Chong walked into the second floor.
The corridor on the second floor was only dimly illuminated by the dim light bulb on the ceiling, and all the windows were closed.
The feet stepped on the wooden floor, making a creaking sound.
The innermost door opened. The judge held a pistol and poked half of his head out vigilantly. When he saw it was Zhang Feng and Chai Chong, he waved.
Entering the room, everyone in the Huangquan team was sitting around a broken wooden table.
There is also a strange face among them, with a cigar in his mouth, a dark complexion, about thirty years old, but his eyes are as old as everyone else's. His exposed arms are covered with tattoos.
"Everyone is here! Team Huangquan!" King Yama said in a low voice but solemnly.
Everyone in the Huangquan team stood up and stood at attention!
"Salute!" said the King of Hell!
The black-faced man put out the cigar in his hand and threw it on the wooden table. There was still a faint smoke coming from the cigarette butt. His withered fingers were trembling a little, and there were crystal tears in his old eyes.
He stood up and looked at the comrades in front of him who were saluting like him, feeling extremely bitter in his heart.
The trembling hands were slightly raised in salute! He has not given a military salute for more than ten years, but he has never forgotten in his heart that he is a soldier of the Huangquan Squadron of China!
Once you join the army, you will serve for life!
"I brought an order from my superiors this time. Weasel and others successfully completed their lurking mission and were specially approved to return to the country and return to their original troops!" the King of Hell said softly.
The black-faced man codenamed Weasel can no longer stop
Holding back the tears on his face, he squatted down with his iron tower-like body, buried his head between his knees, and cried while slapping his shoulders!
There was also a flicker in Zhang Feng's eyes. Hiding in such a place for more than ten years was something that no one could do.
Then his father is an undercover agent at the heart of a drug cartel. He has been undercover for more than ten years. Isn't it even more extraordinary
He did it like this, Zhang Feng couldn't imagine that if it were him, Zhang Feng wouldn't have the confidence to complete it.
"After the ceremony!" the King of Hell said softly, put down his arm, walked to the side of the weasel, and said softly: "Tomorrow, you can return home, and leave the rest to us!"
The weasel stood up, wiped away the tears on his face, and said, "It's time to go home!"
With that, he left the room.
The King of Hell dragged out the huge nylon bag from under the bed and unzipped it. Inside were various firearms and weapons.
"This time during our cross-border operation, all weapons and equipment with the Chinese logo cannot be used. Now these are all prepared by Weasel. Everyone should find what is convenient for them, get familiar with them as soon as possible, and set off on time at one o'clock in the middle of the night!"
There are two types of rifles in the nylon bag, AK-47 and M16. The two best-selling weapons on the black market, the AK has powerful firepower, but its noise and recoil are relatively large. In comparison, the performance of the M16 in all aspects is more balanced.
Zhang Feng picked up an AK. He preferred rifles with fierce firepower. He rummaged through and found a Desert Eagle pistol and four magazines. The grenade was an old grenade left over from World War II.
While everyone was choosing weapons, the King of Hell pulled out another nylon bag and opened it. Inside was a set of camouflage uniforms and communication equipment.
"The American equipment was obtained through special channels!" said the King of Hell.
An evil smile appeared on Zhang Feng's lips. The way the King of Hell did things made him feel that it was in line with his own wishes. He could not only kill Kunsha, but also put the blame on Mi Guo's head. Why not do such a thing
The King of Hell took out a camouflage backpack from the nylon bag, threw it to Wen Kaiqi, and said, "This is specially prepared for you!"
Wen Kaiqi opened his backpack and couldn't help but look happy. Inside was a military remote-controlled drone, about the same size as a wallet, with eight blind-angle cameras embedded around it.