The elevator door opened slowly, and the parking lot was deathly silent. It looked like there was no one around, but was that really the case
The corners of Zhang Feng's lips curled up into a sneer, knowing that there were countless monsters hidden in the dark corner formed by a car, because they could hide from his eyes, but not from his ears. His keen hearing could detect many of them. What cannot be seen.
His eyes were also fixed on the car only ten meters away from him, which was the car he rented.
But it's only a dozen meters, and it's destined to not be stable. Besides, if the people in the garage are not cleaned up, can they leave smoothly
My head is worth tens of millions of dollars, how can I let it go so easily? Zhang Feng didn't believe it.
When you step out of the elevator, you can even feel the coldness. It feels like being stared at by hungry beasts, their eyes glowing green, making people's hearts tremble.
Taking the first step, Zhang Feng turned left instead of walking directly towards the car he rented.
Just when he took the third step, someone in the secret finally couldn't help it anymore and suddenly leaned out from behind the car. What he held in his hand was a submachine gun, an old-fashioned submachine gun from the Second World War. , although it is full of age, Zhang Feng is sure that such a gun can kill people.
Hearing the sound, he turned his head suddenly, took out his hand from his arms, and fired in advance before the other party pulled the trigger.
The bullet passed through the distance between the two people, which was only a dozen meters away, and struck the other person's head.
There were no words, screams, or roars. His eyebrows were shot, his eyes were distracted, and his body fell backwards.
The sound of the gunshot echoed far away in the wide underground parking lot. It was more like a signal, a signal of attack.
Although the gunman who emerged was killed, more than a dozen people emerged from the darkness. Zhang Feng did not count the exact number because he did not have the time.
They obviously belonged to the same gang as the dead gunman. After getting the news that they were in this hotel, they ambush themselves in the underground parking lot in advance.
Don't always think that killers always work alone. Some do, but more often they commit crimes in groups.
The only thing that made Zhang Feng a little lucky was that only a handful of these people were carrying guns in their hands, and they were all pistols. After all, the land they are stepping on belongs to China, which is the place with the strictest gun ban on the planet. If you want to get a gun, unlike the United States or other European and American countries, as long as you have money, you can even enjoy it. Doorstep service'.
Without heart-rending roars, these killers seemed to have been mute since birth. They clenched the weapons in their hands and walked towards Zhang Feng step by step indifferently and silently, wanting to surround and kill Zhang Feng.
As for the pistol in Zhang Feng's hand, they didn't care at all. For them, it was impossible to get 10 million U.S. dollars to kill someone. Besides, if one of their companions died, there would be one less person to share the money, which was not a bad thing. .
Of course, Zhang Feng would not be polite. He raised the gun decisively and quickly pulled the trigger. The bullets seemed to have eyes, and they penetrated into the heads of the killers one by one. The killer who was not shot also began to charge towards Zhang Feng crazily. The distance of more than ten meters was enough for Zhang Feng to fire four shots.
A killer rushed in front of Zhang Feng and slashed directly at Zhang Feng's gun-holding arm.
Zhang Feng stopped his hand and kicked the killer away.
Now he was not sparring with people of dark blood, he had to carefully hold back his strength for fear of hurting them.
The terrifying power brought by the body's functions completely exploded at this moment. The person who was kicked flew four to five meters away and fell to the ground. His whole body twitched twice, and he coughed out a large mouthful of blood, which was still mixed with blood. The pieces of internal organs fell to the ground and died.
If you open his belly, you can see that his internal organs were completely shattered by the explosive force. Not to mention doctors, even Chinese gods and Western Jesus descended to earth at the same time and could not save him.
No one cares about the life or death of others. All the killers looked at Zhang Feng with red eyes. This is money. Whoever can kill him will get the big head!
The sharp bayonet went straight to Zhang Feng's waist.
Zhang Feng had an eye on the back of his head. Just when the knife was about one meter away from him, he suddenly turned around, jumped up with his right leg, and then smashed it down like a big ax cleaving Huashan, hitting the killer accurately. on the back of the head, and then slapped it firmly on the concrete floor.
The foot stepped on the head of the killer's corpse, and the corpse didn't even struggle. Such a heavy blow to the back of the head had already caused him to go into shock instantly.
The bright red blood gradually spread around Zhang Feng's feet. If you look closely, you can see that the corpse's entire cheek has been completely deformed, and even the entire skull has been somewhat flattened.
There was no freeze-frame in this scene, because the other killers rushed over crazily again.
One is more fierce than the other, and one is more desperate than the other. They have no concern for the life or death of their companions, nor even for their own life and death.
Fortunately, death continued, and because Zhang Feng became more and more fierce, the speed of death continued to accelerate.
For three minutes, the only sound left in the underground parking lot was the sound of 'pia...pia...pia...' stepping on her leather shoes in a pool of blood.
Bang bang bang, there were several more gunshots, and the killer who was not dead was re-gunned. Zhang Feng squatted down in front of a corpse, wiped the fingerprints on the gun handle with his clothes, and threw it away. On his body, he stood up and turned his eyes to a corner, sneered twice, then turned around and walked towards the car he rented.
Zhang Feng couldn't achieve the state of killing people without blood stains, and of course he didn't care if it was stained with blood.
The black suit was stained with patches and drops of blood. Although it was not very clear, it had a faint smell of blood.
He started the car and drove towards the exit of the parking lot. The moment his car disappeared, from the corner where Zhang Feng's eyes had lingered for a moment, there was a long breath, the kind of breath that was obviously relieved. Voice.
A middle-aged man with a South American face leaned his back against the wall and sat on the ground. The muzzle of his gun was rising and falling violently and he was breathing heavily.
Cold sweat dripped down his temples, already soaking his collar.
He knew that the target had discovered his location, and the sneer was like a sultry tune. He thought he was dead, but the target let him go.
His Adam's apple rolled, he swallowed hard, and took out his cell phone from his pocket with trembling hands.
"The whole army was wiped out... The target's combat power was too strong! He deliberately... let me go. I don't know why, but he definitely let me go on purpose."
The other end of the phone was silent for a long time, and then said: "We are withdrawing from this mission... He deliberately let you go... I will post the news on the dark web, and you should return to China as soon as possible."