Zhang Feng continued to harvest human lives, and these people were eliminated in less than ten minutes. As for those who did not have a little fighting power, Zhang Feng did not bother to pay attention to them.
The lights were already on, and Zhang Feng walked towards Yingji. There was blood on the ground, and those who were not dead could only breathe their last breath.
At this moment, Yingji was lying on the ground, screaming without moving. The playing cards on his lower back were removed by him at some point, and his entire waist was dripping with blood.
Zhang Feng felt that the playing cards he just played were too accurate, and they happened to penetrate into the concentration point of the lower back nerves, so as long as he moved, it would be very painful.
It was as if it had controlled his veins.
Zhang Feng raised his foot and stepped on Yingji's back, and said coldly: "You should be stepped on like this, die!"
As he spoke, Zhang Feng was about to exert force with his feet, and suddenly threw his hand behind him, and the saber in his hand sank into the head of the man behind who was holding a pistol and was about to shoot.
The saber is almost completely submerged, leaving only a little bit of the handle. How strong is this
Then Zhang Feng continued to exert force on his feet and twisted his toes.
"Ah..." Yingji screamed, "Please, please don't kill me... I'll give you what you want?"
Zhang Feng let go of his feet and said, "Oh? You can also beg for mercy? Okay, I'll give you a chance. Can you give me whatever I want?"
"Yes, yes, I have money, I have money, I will give you all my money!" Yingji said, this was his only chance to live.
Of course, in his heart he would not let Zhang Feng get the money so easily.
"I don't want money!" Zhang Feng said.
Yingji felt a chill in his heart. The easiest way to solve an opponent is money, but the hardest way to solve an opponent is if the opponent doesn't want money. If he can't solve the problem, it means he doesn't have enough money.
So Yingji said again: "I have a lot of money, hundreds of millions, hundreds of millions of dollars! Otherwise you will suffer endless revenge from us."
"I want your life!" Zhang Feng said coldly: "Humph, take revenge on me? Haha, yes, when it comes to revenge, I will let you calculate how many more years of war you launched more than a hundred years ago. How many people of our nation were killed in the war ten years ago? Is this a big debt? Are you here to take revenge on me? "
"You, before you, it was because you were poor and weak, we..." Yingji said.
"Haha, we are poor and weak. Yes, we are poor and weak. If we fall behind, we will be beaten. I accept this. Now, I am the strong one. I step on you. The fortunes are turning. Your sinful soul looks at me. The descendants of the nation will settle the big debts when the time comes. Now, let’s settle the debts between you and me!”
Without oil and salt, Yingji was in despair.
Zhang Feng exerted great force under his feet, crushing his chest and shattering his internal organs. He was too dead to die.
After dealing with him, Zhang Feng looked around. The air was filled with the smell of blood. The scene was extremely cruel. Hell on earth was just like this.
However, Zhang Feng had no pity for them or any sense of guilt in his heart. He had no feeling at all for the deaths of these people.
He walked out of the room. The fire was burning outside, almost burning everything that could be burned. The footprints under Zhang Feng's feet were cherry red.
There were a lot of people outside, including police and fire trucks.
Zhang Feng didn't think about going in to destroy the corpses and eliminate traces. There were cameras everywhere, and the cameras had caught him before him.
Zhang Feng disappeared in the chaotic crowd. Twenty minutes later, he drove back to the temporary residence on the hilltop in the suburbs.
Kimura is still there, and I don't know if he is dead.
The psychological blow is much more painful than the physical one, especially for people like Kimura.
We returned to our temporary residence in half an hour.
I walked in and saw that Kimura was still alive. He was sitting there with tears streaming from his eyes, his body shaking, and his eyes looking at the tablet on the table.
He didn't even notice Zhang Feng sitting in front of him. His expression was dull. Zhang Feng didn't care about him, sat down and took out a cigarette to smoke.
After finishing a cigarette, Zhang Feng took out the smelly socks from Kimura's mouth. Kimura didn't yell. It was useless to yell at this time.
The screen on the flat screen on the table showed the tragic scene of four people being hit by the angular steel balls exploded by the bomb at the same time, covering their faces with their hands.
Ten seconds later, Kimura said softly: "Can you give me a cigarette?"
"No!" Zhang Feng said.
Kimura raised his eyes and glanced at Zhang Feng, who had agreed to smoke. He lowered his head and did not dare to look at anyone anymore. He looked like a man without any pressure in life smoking leisurely.
There were blood stains on Zhang Feng's clothes. It didn't take much thinking to tell that Zhang Feng had already gone to their camp. He was sitting there safe and sound, which meant that all the people in the camp were dead, including President!
But Kimura felt that Zhang Feng gave him a very strong aura, which made him scared and made him unable to breathe.
This was the first time he had felt like this. This was how fear felt.
"Now you have killed me!" Kimura said weakly.
His body has long been on the verge of collapse, and coupled with the heavy blow to his soul, he is now begging to die in Zhang Feng's hands.
"This is all caused by your stupid actions. They died tragically because of you!" Zhang Feng's words were like a knife cutting his heart.
Now that he thought about it, this was indeed the case. If instead of provoking Zhang Feng, he went directly to General Wan or other members of the Huangquan team, he would not have angered Zhang Feng.
In other words, don't use such dirty tricks and just go to Zhang Feng directly.
But now it's too late to regret. The entire Black Dragon Mercenary Group was wiped out. How terrifying this man must be, he's the only one!
"No, no, it's not me, it's not me..." Kimura said stupidly.
Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Haha, it's you. However, I know you are just a dog. Yingji is dead. I won't let you feel so comfortable next!"
"Come on, come on!" Kimura just wanted to die. He had been waiting for this moment for a long time.
He closed his eyes, looking relieved.
"Hmph, you will slowly feel what the process of death is like!"
Zhang Feng stepped forward and cut off his clothes with a saber, but the rope was still tied, and stuffed the smelly socks into his mouth.
Kimura did not struggle, quietly waiting for death to come and be relieved.
Open the window and let the cool breeze blow in, blowing away the smell of smoke in the dark room.
In less than five minutes, a lot of mosquitoes flew in from outside the window. The mosquitoes went to Kimura. Because Kimura had stinky sweat and hadn't taken a shower for more than half a month, mosquitoes liked this smell the most.
Zhang Feng's body smelled of blood, which mosquitoes liked, but Zhang Feng was tightly packed. The mosquitoes circled around Zhang Feng for a week and then all went to Kimura.
Kimura's body moved, and there were more and more mosquitoes because of itchiness.