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Chen Wanru received Zhang Feng's message without any hesitation, nor did she have the thought to think about how Zhang Feng knew that the combat unit outside was the Huangquan Squadron.
Put down your mobile phone and contact the person in charge of the military region responsible for cooperating with your actions immediately.
"Colonel Cheng, Zhang Feng, do you remember? He is in the unfinished building now! At 3:30, Huang Quan's team attacked the unfinished building, and Zhang Feng was providing internal support."
Colonel Cheng also knew that there should be no hesitation in this matter, and immediately said: "Okay, I will contact the Huangquan team immediately and take action on time at three-thirty."
Without further ado, Colonel Cheng hung up the phone and immediately switched to the Huangquan team's combat headset communication channel.
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Everyone had already entered the predetermined position. The King of Hell was really about to give the order to attack, but a voice sounded in the headset.
There was obvious joy on his face, and he whispered: "Okay, I understand!"
Switching to the team call, the King of Hell whispered: "The madman is in the unfinished building now. He will act on time at 3:30. We will support each other then!"
"What? The madman is in there? Mad, this kid has disappeared for a while." Monkey said in surprise.
"Everyone, keep quiet. The mission comes first. There are plenty of opportunities to reminisce about old times." The King of Hell said.
"Yes!" The communication channel became quiet again.
At this moment, the time is running by the second. Zhang Feng holds the gun and leans against the wall to wait. Everyone in the Huangquan team where the King of Hell is waiting is waiting.
"What's going on with that kid Pique? He hasn't come back at this time. Mader will die on a woman's belly sooner or later. Go and have a look." Yinjiu's voice sounded from next door.
Zhang Feng's heart suddenly thumped, and his heart suddenly rose to his throat. He quickly lowered his head and looked at his watch. It was 3:29, and there was still one minute left before the Huangquan team outside would launch an attack.
Only by acting simultaneously internally and externally and maintaining a unified pace can we achieve the most perfect effect. If we suddenly act in advance, it is very likely that the King of Hell and others will be caught off guard, and the meaning of joint operations will be lost.
When it was impossible to shoot, Zhang Feng threw the assault rifle behind him, pulled out the dagger and stood at the door with his back against the wall.
The employee who came outside
The mercenary was obviously very relaxed, whistling in his mouth, and walked over slowly.
As the footsteps continued to approach, Zhang Feng held his breath and waited quietly.
"Pique! Uh..." He was about to walk into the room.
Suddenly, big hands like iron pliers clasped his neck with such force that it almost broke his neck.
The mercenary suddenly held back his words, his face swelled into a purple color, and his tongue stuck out because he couldn't breathe.
After all, the mercenary who was licking blood from the knife edge reacted as soon as Zhang Feng grabbed his neck, raised his knee and pushed hard towards Zhang Feng's lower abdomen.
He didn't expect to be able to cause any harm to this sudden appearance of the person, as long as he could get rid of him strangled his neck.
How could Zhang Feng let him get what he wanted? He didn't dodge or dodge. He pinched his neck harder and at the same time, the dagger in his hand was inserted into his throat.
Bang.
Zhang Feng was hit by a hard knee on his flank, and there was a sharp pain, as if his ribs were broken.
The corners of his mouth moved involuntarily.
The mercenary in front of him had a dagger stuck in his neck, blood was flowing out, and his eyes were getting darker.
Zhang Feng looked at the hands of the watch. The second hand moved towards 12 o'clock.
With his eyelids twitching twice, he put his still lifeless body on the ground, picked up the assault rifle on his back, and quickly moved towards the next room.
When the second hand reached the 12 o'clock position, the King of Hell said coldly: "Act!"
The first one to fire was the judge, a sniper. His scope had already locked onto the target standing at the window.
His finger firmly pulled the trigger, and a muffled sound completely tore through the silence in the dark night!
The mercenary standing at the window didn't react at all, and the bullet penetrated his left temple, and his head exploded like a watermelon.
Red blood and white brains were spattered everywhere with fragments of bones sandwiched between them.
The headless corpse fell to the ground, blood flowing rapidly.
At the first moment when the gunfire rang out, Zhang Feng, who was hiding at the door, dodged and rushed out. His first goal was to kill the hired man standing near the door of the room where the hostages were detained.
His finger tightened on the trigger, "Dah!"
Da da! "Continuous gunshots, bullets grazing the barrel of the gun and shooting out.
The powerful power of the AK-47, the burst of bullets almost shattered the body of a mercenary who could not react in time.
Penetrating the body, the bullet hit the wall with undiminished power, leaving craters the size of fingertips and splattering cement slag everywhere.
At this moment, a mercenary reacted and quickly turned his gun to point at Zhang Feng who rushed in.
Zhang Feng did not hesitate at all and continued to pull the trigger to suppress fire.
The fearlessness is not because Zhang Feng is not afraid of death, but because he has absolute trust in his brothers who have been with him through life and death!
Just when the mercenary was about to pull the trigger, a figure suddenly fell upside down from the window. The assault rifle in his hand spurted out a tongue of flame, and the bullet hit his back.
The mercenary's body couldn't help shaking, and blood gurgled out of his mouth.
With disbelief in his eyes, he wanted to turn his body to see what kind of person could kill him, but there was no such chance.
All three mercenaries in the living room were killed, and Zhang Feng turned his attention to a bedroom inside.
That Yinjiu voice was still fresh in Zhang Feng's memory.
Monkey also jumped into the room, and as soon as his eyes came into contact with Zhang Feng, he could tell what the other person meant.
The two men held guns and slowly moved towards the bedroom.
Just as he reached the door, gunfire suddenly rang out.
The bullet hit the wall, and the flying cement splashed onto his face, causing burning pain.
"Hahaha. I shouldn't have listened to Mao's nonsense and come to China!" Yinjiu's voice laughed wildly: "But it's not that simple if you want to kill me. Come in, hahaha, I'll kill you with one shot. His head!"
Does he still have hostages in his hands? Zhang Feng's brows wrinkled slightly.
Move your ears slightly and listen carefully to the sounds in the room, not letting go of even the smallest sounds.
After a moment, a cold smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said, "You must be Alvin, right? Since you have a hostage, tell me, let me hear what you want?"
Just when he finished speaking, Zhang Feng's legs suddenly burst out with violent force, and his body suddenly rushed into the room!