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After Zhao Qiang completed the tightrope performance on the knife edge and drove out of range, Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen's performance had just begun!
Satisfied, Ping Sang carried two huge suitcases and was about to get in the car and leave. He was surprised to find thick smoke billowing around him and fire starting.
And the fire became more and more intense, sweeping over the sky and covering the earth.
Zhang Feng secretly put the lighter in his pocket into his pocket.
After arriving at the designated location last night, he and Johnson took out the gasoline tank from the backpack and sprinkled it evenly on the ground.
The gasoline slowly seeped into the soil overnight, and the long-term wind blew away the pungent smell of the gasoline, so Ping Sang and his men did not notice it!
After Zhao Qiang left, Zhang Feng and Qiang Sen lit gasoline from two rooms.
The dry weeds and the howling wind made the fire more fierce, surrounding Ping Sang and his men!
Ping Sang's expression changed drastically. Faced with the sudden situation, he remained calm and said coldly: "Everyone get in the car and rush out!"
Just as Ping Sang's order was given, violent gunshots suddenly tore through the night.
"Da da da!"
As the bullets whizzed in, three of Ping Sang's subordinates screamed and fell into a pool of blood, and they lost their lives in a moment.
Ping Sang's face, which was illuminated by the firelight, was terribly ugly!
"Madeh, Zhao! I'm going to kill you, but you actually want to kill me!" Ping Sang yelled and cursed.
At this time, someone was attacking him, and it was impossible for anyone else besides Zhao Qiang.
He turned to his men who also rushed into the car and roared: "What are you doing standing still? Drive quickly!"
The men hurriedly started the car, roared crazily, and rushed towards the raging flames.
The fire is getting bigger and bigger, the air is filled with sudden heat, and the dry weeds are burning and making a crackling sound.
The enemy who had no time to rush into the car and did not die from the bullets was directly involved in the fire.
The screams rang out in the night sky, but after a moment, the screams stopped abruptly! Then an extra body burned black by flames appeared.
The jeep rushed out of the flames, its body was burned black, and everyone in the car was lucky to survive.
Zhang Feng pursed his lips tightly and half-knelt on the ground. The matter had reached this level now, and no one could be spared.
Johnson on the other side also ran over and said, "Brother Feng, what should we do now?"
Zhang Feng's eyes were firmly locked on the jeep, and he said coldly without raising his head: "What is the gun in your hand for? Fire stick?"
Reacting immediately, Johnson held the AK-47, pointed the gun at the running jeep, and pulled the trigger crazily.
The muzzle of the gun sprayed out an earthy yellow muzzle flame, and accompanied by the incessant "click-click" sound of gunfire, the bullets sprayed out in a roar, pouring crazily on the jeep.
Zhang Feng raised his head slightly and looked at Johnson. He was holding an AK-47 and could shoot in such a violent way. However, there were really not many people who could maintain shooting accuracy!
The powerful recoil made Johnson's cheek muscles tremble slightly, but the muzzle showed no sign of jumping up.
The abnormal recoil of the AK-47's bursts of fire has no side effects on Johnson's explosive power.
The bullets landed on the jeep with a thud, sending up showers of sparks.
Zhang Feng returned his attention to the rifle in his hand, slowly adjusted his breathing, and steadily pulled the trigger with his finger.
A bullet whizzed past the barrel of the gun and ejected from the muzzle.
The bullet shattered the side glass and penetrated the driver's head.
The violent force carried by it caused half of the driver's skull to fly off. His body trembled suddenly, and the remaining half of his head fell on the steering wheel.
Red blood, white brain matter, and bone residue were mixed together and sputtered everywhere.
The other three people in the car, including Ping Sang, were all covered in blood.
With the death of the driver, the vehicle lost control and rolled directly to one side. It slid across the ground for seven or eight meters and then came to a screeching halt.
"Stop shooting! Move closer carefully!" Zhang Feng said coldly, stood up and ran quickly towards the jeep that had overturned on the ground.
Johnson looked at Zhang Feng with admiring eyes. His series of shots only posed a threat to the opponent, but Zhang Feng killed the opponent's driver with one bullet. This was the difference!
No longer hesitating, he held the gun and quickly followed Zhang Feng towards the ground.
The jeep ran past.
Zhang Feng quickly threw the rifle behind his back and pulled out the pistol from his waist.
The man who was crawling out from the deformed car door was killed by Zhang Feng's pistol before he could react.
Johnson also followed Zhang Feng's example. He also took out his pistol and approached the car, but a dark muzzle protruded from the car.
Zhang Feng's pupils suddenly shrank into needles, and he immediately shouted: "Johnson, be careful!"
Johnson, who was somewhat relaxed, suddenly became alert and quickly pulled the trigger of the Desert Eagle in his hand.
'boom'
With the loud gunshot, the man who wanted to sneak attack Johnson was shot in the head, and his whole head exploded like a rotten watermelon.
Even after killing the opponent, cold sweat was already dripping down Johnson's back. If Zhang Feng hadn't warned him in time, he might have been killed by the gun right now.
He swallowed hard, the feeling of being pointed at a gun was really terrible!
Ping Sang was choked by the deformed car, and he screamed repeatedly. There were even wounds on his face.
"Johnson, get him out!"
After hearing Zhang Feng's words, Johnson once again showed his unparalleled strength and tore the deformed car door directly from the car body.
Throwing the car door aside, Johnson roughly pulled Pingsang out and threw him to the ground.
Even at this moment, Ping Sang was still holding two huge suitcases tightly in his hands.
He looked up at Zhang Feng who was holding a gun with the muzzle pointed at him. Even though his face was covered in paint, he recognized him at a glance!
"It's you! It's Zhao who wants to take advantage of me!" Ping Sang said in surprise.
With a sarcastic smile on his lips, Zhang Feng said coldly: "The reason why I didn't kill you right away is just because my conscience found out that I wanted you to die!"
"What do you mean? What do you mean by that?" Ping Sang already understood that he was destined to die, but he didn't understand what he meant.
The sneer at the corner of Zhang Feng's mouth became even stronger, "You'll find out when you open the box you regard as a treasure!"
Hearing this, Ping Sang opened the suitcase in his hand, took out a bundle of banknotes and checked that there was nothing wrong with it. Take a closer look and you will see that all the money inside is fake!