Johnson didn't struggle, he just struggled in his heart, struggling endlessly. He knew that Zhang Feng didn't just have a way to cure him.
After a while, the little boy came back. He was holding a big plastic bottle in his hand, which was crawling with black ants. The ants were quite big. Zhang Feng was shocked at first glance and broke out in a cold sweat. This girl was a horror in Africa. of army ants.
"Well, good, thank you, you are very brave!"
Zhang Feng took the plastic bottle from his hand and gave the little boy a positive smile.
"Sir" the little boy said.
The man next to him gave the translator to Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng asked him: "What else do you have to do?"
The little boy pointed at Johnson and said, "He shot my grandpa!"
"Oh" Zhang Feng understood. Looking at the little boy's eyes, he wanted revenge, so he asked him: "Then what do you want?"
"I'll let the ants bite him!" said the little boy.
Zhang Feng understood and smiled. He was a very smart little boy and knew that he used ants to bite Johnson.
"Aren't you afraid?" Zhang Feng asked him.
The little boy said: "I'm afraid, but he killed my grandfather!"
Very honest, Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Okay, you go!"
The little boy walked toward Johnson with the bottle, and Johnson looked at the little boy and the plastic bottle in his hand in horror.
He shook his head as a token of struggle, but it was still in vain and was simply ignored by the little boy.
The little boy looked at his wounds, his hands trembling a little. He was scared, but at the same time he was brave.
Everyone was watching as he approached Johnson, opened the cap of the plastic bottle, and then returned to the villagers to watch quietly.
The ants crawled out of the bottle, smelled the smell of blood, and crawled towards the smell of blood.
"Mr. Johnson, it's still too late to say it now. To be honest, there is no need for you to suffer like this!"
Zhang Feng said such inflammatory words at the right time.
Johnson looked up at Zhang Feng and hesitated, but he was just an ant and would not let himself die. If he spoke out, he would not survive. He did not believe that Zhang Feng would let him go, and neither would the organization. Let him go.
If you want to live, then you can't say it.
Zhang Feng saw what he meant from his eyes.
"Haha, then you can slowly enjoy the power of African army ants!"
Zhang Feng sneered and said to Xu Wenhao: "Don't let him die."
"Don't worry, Brother Feng!" Xu Wenhao said confidently.
Uh-huh
At this time, several vanguard ants had climbed up Johnson's legs, and Johnson's body twitched and shook, trying to shake off the ants, but the more this happened, the more excited the ants became, and they crawled to Johnson's wound, Opening his huge teeth and biting.
Johnson's body was trembling, and several ants were biting him. One of them bit off a piece of meat and crawled into the bottle. The next moment, a dark black army crawled out in an orderly manner and headed towards Johnson. went.
Johnson's eyes watched the scene with horror.
In less than half a minute, ants were crawling all over his wound.
Johnson enjoyed this divine feeling of severe pain and itching. After the ant was full, he bit off small pieces of his flesh and carried them back to the plastic bottle.
Johnson's wound continued to expand, but there was no bleeding. It was a miracle. Zhang Feng was thinking, why did the ants suddenly regard the plastic bottle as their nest? Looking at the little boy, he suddenly understood that just now he When I went to see the ants, I came back very quickly. I bet the ants were raised by him.
Those are African army ants. No matter what kind of animal they are, they will not stay away when they see army ants.
It's good for him, he was captured and raised.
He is indeed a little guy who dares to take revenge. He has a bright future. Zhang Feng was impressed by him. He thought that Zhang Feng himself was still hanging out on the streets when he was a child. He didn’t dare to play with such deadly things, so he just fought. .
Twenty minutes later, Johnson's wound had spread to his navel, and many ants had penetrated inside. Johnson was calming himself, not struggling, and tempering his will. Zhang Feng knew that he could not find it anymore and needed to pause. Let him feel the difference for a while.
Then he nodded to Xu Wenhao, who took a lit cigarette and used the smoke to smoke away the army ants.
The ants quickly returned to the plastic bottle. The little boy came up and capped the bottle. His plastic bottle was very strong and the ants could not bite it open.
Johnson could get a breather. His body lay there limply, breathing heavily. These twenty minutes must have exhausted his will. If it weren't for the rope tied up, he would have collapsed.
Zhang Feng remembered that in ancient times, a prime minister was tickled to death, and Zhang Feng did not want him to die.
Thirty seconds later, Zhang Feng said: "Mr. Johnson, let's continue!"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng looked at the little boy. He understood and opened the bottle cap, and the ants crawled out again.
Johnson's body was shaking before the ants could reach him.
"Haha, Johnson, to be honest, if I would choose death rather than such enjoyment, if you say it, it doesn't matter whether I will let you go or your people won't let you go. The key point is It’s this, you’d rather die than live, don’t worry, I’ll let you enjoy my methods, you won’t die, I have plenty of time, let’s take our time!”
In fact, where does Zhang Feng have any time? Time is very tight.
Johnson looked at Zhang Feng with a pair of vicious eyes. At this time, the ants went to his wound again. Johnson's twisted face showed his pain.
At this moment he nodded, Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Very well, Mr. Johnson, you are a smart man, I can take away the things from your mouth, but if you want to bite your tongue and commit suicide, this is a stupid thing to do. , because you can’t die, my people’s medical skills are very good!”
"If you don't tell me, I will slowly play you to death. I can find my things without you!"
Zhang Feng finally added, and then personally took out the smelly socks from his mouth.
Huh cough cough
Johnson exhaled loudly and coughed, coughing up blood.
Ten seconds later, when he had taken a breath, he used smoke to drive away the ants, and then said: "You can say it, this is your last chance. If you don't say it, these ants will slowly turn you into a skeleton. And I will go find my stuff. You know I have the ability to find it. It’s just a matter of time!”
"The number of ants in this bottle is very small, only a few hundred. It may take two days to turn you into a skeleton!"
"I said, I said," Johnson said again and again. Now he no longer had the toughness he had at the beginning. It only took half an hour.
Zhang Feng smiled: "Give Mr. Johnson some water and get a sheet to cover Mr. Johnson's wound!"