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Mike's driving at this moment can be described as crazy.
On the bumpy road, the car body bumped and shook violently, making "creaking" noises from time to time, as if the car body would fall apart at any time.
The speed of the car has remained above 160 kilometers per hour from beginning to end. No matter how fast it goes, the body of the car will no longer be able to withstand it. Even so, I am afraid that after this trip, the car will be almost scrapped.
"Mike, how many kilometers are there?" Zhai Qiang, who was sitting in the back row, asked with a pistol on the head of the kidnapped doctor. In fact, he no longer needs to hold up the gun at this moment. The doctor has already been shaken and shaken, and he may not be able to escape even if he is allowed to run.
"Come right away. We can arrive in half an hour at the latest." Mike said, holding the steering wheel tightly. He never thought in his life that one day he would drive so desperately.
Zhai Qiang nodded. He had just heard Zhang Feng's crazy tone. He could imagine the urgency in Zhang Feng's heart, but he didn't know what crazy things Zhang Feng would do once Zhao Qiang was really in trouble.
Now that we have just taken over the Fire Ant Mercenary Group's station, the entire team is developing in a good direction. But at this time, Zhang Feng, who is the backbone, cannot have any problems, otherwise all the long-term efforts will be in vain and the success will fall short!
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Johnson held the gun steadily, the muzzle of the gun was firmly locked on the head of the last mercenary in the distance through the scope, and the mobile phone placed on the trigger slowly pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" The gun sounded, and the bullet grazed the barrel of the gun, shot out with an earth-yellow muzzle flash, and penetrated into the mercenary's head with incomparable accuracy.
The mercenary's body shook violently and slowly fell backwards, with a look of relief in his eyes.
The companions around him died one by one. Every time a person died, the fear in his heart increased and accumulated in his heart little by little.
He resisted the urge to commit suicide by charging into the jungle filled with booby traps, and still held on to a glimmer of hope.
But what he expected did not happen after all. He only survived a few minutes longer than other mercenaries.
Johnson also collapsed on the weeds as if exhausted, his chest heaving violently, and he was breathing heavily. Although shooting only requires moving your fingers, killing is extremely labor-intensive. through sight
He saw his head explode, with blood splattering and mixed with white brains. Ordinary people may be unable to bear the sight of it and may vomit crazily or suffer a mental breakdown. Such scenes kept happening in front of Johnson.
Even though he had killed all the mercenaries at this moment, closed his eyes and lay on the grass, what still appeared in his mind was the tragic situation before the mercenaries died.
"Brother Feng, I've got it done here!" Johnson's voice was extremely tired.
Hearing this, Zhang Feng said calmly: "Come back, I'll be waiting for you at the station."
Johnson slowly got up from the ground, his eyes involuntarily looking at the corpses and dense blood everywhere, a trace of fatigue and numbness flashed in his eyes.
When he walked to Zhang Feng from the gate of the station, Zhang Feng immediately noticed Johnson's unusual state.
He frowned slightly, Johnson's state was a bad omen! After the war, the most terrifying thing for soldiers is war syndrome!
The psychological pressure of killing fellows and the physical pressure of injuries will produce discomfort and strong self-doubt after the battle!
In the end, it will not only lead to the decline of physical functions, but also the urge to commit suicide and strong violence.
This can't go on like this!
Zhang Feng slowly walked towards Johnson, punched him hard on the chest, and cursed with a smile: "Johnson, the station of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group belongs to us now. By the way, we'll clean it up here." After that, the two of us will set off to find your tribe! Then pick up all the people from your tribe, hahaha.”
Hearing this, Johnson's gloomy eyes regained their vitality. What he cared about most was the primitive tribe where he lived.
Zhang Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief and continued: "Johnson. Killing is the most cruel machine, because it harvests the lives of the same kind. But existence must have value. And what we kill is not unarmed people, but Why should mercenaries who are already inhumane put an inexplicable psychological burden on themselves? "
Johnson nodded, touched his head, and said with a naive smile: "Well, I understand, Brother Feng."
"Squat down and let me see your wounds."
Hearing this, Johnson squatted down with his huge body.
I saw the wounds on my arms, but there weren’t any.
No big deal, just take out the warhead stuck in the flesh. But seeing the injury on his shoulder, even Zhang Feng couldn't help but gasp.
A large piece of flesh was torn off from the shoulder, and a section of the shoulder blade was exposed.
Shaking his head slightly, he secretly thought that Johnson's ability to endure was really incomparable. When the AK-47 is fired, the huge recoil force acts on the shoulder, which will inevitably involve the wound on his shoulder. It is completely unimaginable how painful it is.
"Johnson, you have to be patient a little longer. There is no anesthetic now, and Mike and Zhai Qiang should bring the doctor over soon." Zhang Feng said.
"I'm fine, Brother Feng." His eyes saw the gigolo and Zhao Qiang lying on the ground, and he asked, "Brother Feng, how are they two?"
"It's hard to say. The dancer lost too much blood. Zhao Qiang lost too much blood and also suffered a gunshot wound. Now we are waiting for the doctor to come over." Zhang Feng's face was a little bitter. Although he had snatched the location of the Fire Ant Mercenary Group, he could not The price paid is also quite high. The lives of the gigolo and Zhao Qiang hang on a thread, and Qiang Sen is seriously injured.
"Brother Feng. Zhai Qiang and I will be here soon!" Mike's voice quickly sounded in Zhang Feng's headset.
"Okay! I'll pick you up right away. Johnson, get Zhao Qiang and the gigolo to the bed in the cave first. By the way, I hung a grenade on the bed sheet. Please pay attention." Zhang Feng said excitedly.
He quickly ran towards the outside of the station. He had set up booby traps in a large area of the main entrance of the station. If he didn't pick them up and they got in, the consequences would be disastrous!
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After receiving Zhai Qiang and Mike, Zhang Feng quickly led the doctor into the cave and said bluntly: "You, rescue them two, and I will give you one hundred thousand dollars! If you can't save them, you give them Two burials! It’s that simple.”
The doctor's body was shaking like chaff, he nodded repeatedly and said: "You... get out first, I have no way to treat you here."
Zhang Feng nodded and said, "Okay, I'll wait for your news. One hundred thousand dollars, one bullet, you choose." After saying that, he called Zhai Qiang and Mike out of the cave.
After walking out, he turned to look at Mike and Zhai Qiang and said, "You guys, collect all the weapons and ammunition in the station. Don't waste any of them. I'll collect the weapons outside."