Johnson stared at this man. It was nothing like what the intelligence said. Especially just now, he actually blocked the bullet with a saber. Is this the incarnation of a god
You must know that those are armor-piercing bullets used for sniper rifles, and his saber is of high quality.
And he sat there like nothing happened.
Johnson had never been more desperate.
In fact, Zhang Feng was seriously injured. One of the ribs on his chest was severely damaged. His chest was painful even when he breathed slightly, but this didn't matter to Zhang Feng at all.
He still feels lucky. If the sniper had aimed at Zhang Feng's head, the guy on his shoulders would be gone now.
Fortunately, the main reason why Zhang Feng is alive is his ability.
The sound is much faster than the flight speed of bullets, and Zhang Feng's reaction does not go through the brain, it is directly a muscle reaction. When he hears the gunshot, he can immediately determine where the target point is, at least the approximate location.
Moreover, Zhang Feng had calculated the sniper's psychology and skills accurately. His skills were not very good. He had fired many shots before but could not hit the same spot. Five bullets could penetrate the bunker where Zhang Feng was. But he couldn't do it.
Zhang Feng swung out from behind Johnson's body. He would not aim at the head but the chest, because it is easier to hit from the mouth. With such a powerful lethality, as long as it hits the chest, no matter whether it hits the heart or not, he will not survive. , because the bullet will create a big hole in the chest.
When Zhang Feng swayed out of his body, he was also very fast. As a result, the sniper was really like this, aiming at a big point, the chest.
Then came the lucky moment. Zhang Feng could only use three fingers to place the eleven-inch-long saber on his chest and hold it firmly with both hands.
When the bullet hit the saber blade, the powerful impact knocked Zhang Feng out and he fell to the ground.
My hands were numb from the shock and my chest was in severe pain.
However, what made Zhang Feng happy was the quality of the saber. The blade was only scratched a little and the blade was not damaged.
The bullet was ricocheted, that is, it ricocheted.
"I won't say it, just kill me!" Johnson knew that he couldn't die because of gold. If he died, they wouldn't be able to find the gold.
And he also knew very well that if he said it, he would really die.
Zhang Feng looked very patient. He knew what Johnson was thinking and was not in a hurry.
"I'll let you talk!"
Zhang Feng then said to Xu Wenhao: "Don't let him die, and don't let him commit suicide!"
"Brother Feng, don't worry, he won't die!" Xu Wenhao said confidently.
Although Johnson's injury was serious, it was not life-threatening. His physical condition was very good. Xu Wenhao had stopped his bleeding and he could not die.
"Brother Feng, the villagers have found it!" Fan Yongxi walked up and said.
The judge and the others went after the man who controlled the Gatling gun.
"Let them go." Zhang Feng saw that Fan Yongxi was followed by many black people, men, women, old and young, with horrified expressions on their faces.
Fan Yongxi said: "More than ten people died, all because of this group of people!"
Hearing what Fan Yongxi said, Zhang Feng looked at Johnson lying there, suddenly thought about it, and shouted outside: "Caldera!"
Caldera's huge figure came inside and hunched through the door.
"Zhang, what's the matter?" Caldera asked.
Zhang Feng said: "Carry him out! Don't hurt him."
"yes!"
Caldera spread out his hands, which were two meters long, and could almost lift out the bed board.
Putting it on the open space, Zhang Feng continued: "Yongxi, call all the villagers here!"
"Okay!" Fan Yongxi didn't know what Brother Feng was going to do.
The King of Hell and others also watched quietly. When it comes to interrogating prisoners, lunatics are the most capable.
I don’t know how he pried Johnson’s mouth open this time. It seems that Johnson is not a simple person.
More than a hundred panicked villagers came over. Looking at the executioner lying there, each of them had a fierce look in their eyes, but they did not dare to mess around with the guns in the hands of Zhang Feng and others, even though they were Chinese. Malice, but still be careful, it was these Chinese people who saved them.
Fan Yongxi knew that Zhang Feng wanted to talk to them, so he found a local who knew English.
"You don't have to be afraid, we won't hurt you. We asked you to come here to punish this person. They hurt you. Next, let you see how I punish him!" Zhang Feng said.
The translator translated for Zhang Feng here, and the people below became commotion and were no longer so scared.
Zhang Feng saw the scene and said to Xu Wenhao: "Tie his hands and feet and fix them to the bed board. Caldera, stand him up!"
The two understood and went up to take action. Johnson seemed to understand something and couldn't say anything in his mouth. He seemed to be struggling and shouting.
My mouth was already stuffed with smelly socks.
"Tear off his pants!" Zhang Feng said.
Johnson stood up and faced the villagers.
Xu Wenhao cut off his pants with a knife, revealing his shocking wounds, which were unbearable to look at. The child opposite had his eyes covered by an adult.
Women dared not look at it.
The villagers felt happy because this was the head executioner who had hurt their relatives.
It was cut off, leaving a long scar with bloody flesh. Due to his excitement, the intestines that had just been inserted came out again.
Xu Wenhao hasn't stitched him up yet.
"The more you struggle, the prettier you look. Look, your intestines are coming out. Do you want me to ask someone to stuff them back in for you?" Zhang Feng stood next to him.
Johnson stopped moving. He was right, struggling on his own was in vain.
"Very good, you can decide now whether to say it or not. If you want to say it, just nod!" Zhang Feng said again: "I'll give you five more seconds to think about it!"
Johnson didn't nod, and he still didn't nod after five seconds. Zhang Feng was not in a hurry and helped others to stop him here, then the gold would be found.
Zhang Feng lit a cigarette and smoked, walked to the villagers, squatted down and said to a child: "Little guy, tell uncle, where are the ants?"
The translator also followed up and translated. Zhang Feng held a few pieces of chewing gum in his hand and looked at the little boy with a smile. The little boy was very dark, but his eyes were very bright and he looked not afraid of Zhang Feng at all.
The little boy nodded, indicating that he knew where the ant nest was!
"Very good, this is yours. It's very sweet." Zhang Feng peeled off a piece of candy and ate it himself. The little boy completely let down his guard and took it with his hand, his face full of joy. Zhang Feng continued: "Can you help me?" Are you going to catch a lot of ants? I want a lot!”
The little boy nodded again, turned around and ran away.
Zhang Feng smiled.
Johnson finally knew what Zhang Feng was going to do. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, thinking about how to get through it.