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After killing the secret sentry, Zhang Fengping raised his rifle and cautiously approached the tent slowly.
When Johnson saw Zhang Feng stretching out three fingers, he nodded. As the fingers fell one by one, and finally clenched into a fist, he no longer hesitated and pulled the trigger towards the tent.
"Puff puff..." Strings of bullets grazed the muzzle and poured towards the tent. The M4A1 equipped with a silencer made a low gunshot, and the muzzle sprayed out an earthy yellow tongue of flame.
Zhang Feng on the side also fired at the tent.
There is no need to think about mercenaries, and there is no need to leave anyone alive.
The unexpected shooting left the sleeping mercenaries without any resistance. The dense bullets penetrated the tent and directly beat the sleeping mercenaries inside into sieves.
Splashes of blood splashed on the tarpaulin of the tent, making it even more oozing under the light of the campfire.
Both Zhang Feng and Johnson emptied the bullets in their magazines, quickly replaced the magazines and stopped shooting at Zhang Feng's gesture.
He walked quickly towards the tent that was riddled with holes, and opened it with the muzzle of his gun. He saw blood flowing across the tent, and incomplete corpses that had been torn apart by bullets were lying upside down.
Judging from the number of heads, there were eight people in total, and none of them were alive.
Zhang Feng was about to exit when he heard a twisting sound. Could it be that someone was not killed? His brows furrowed slightly, and there was a 'puff' sound when his feet stepped on the pool of blood.
He walked to the corner where the strange noise came from, and used the muzzle of his gun to open up the tarpaulin covering it. In an iron cage there was a male lion cub about thirty centimeters long.
Suddenly, he remembered the lifeless lioness he saw at that time. It was really a lion cub that had been captured by these mercenaries.
The royal families of desert countries have a hobby of taming these lions. Such a male lion cub will definitely be able to be bought at a good price. No wonder these mercenaries want to take it with them.
His eyes became increasingly cold and stern. Zhang Feng really didn't expect that these mercenaries were not only killing people and selling goods, but were also doing poaching part-time.
The lion cub's mouth was tied with wire and he couldn't roar. Just now
Hearing the sound of gunshots, his body kept hitting the cage to make noise, which attracted Zhang Feng's attention, otherwise it would probably starve to death.
He reached into the cage and untied the wire that bound him. The cub immediately bit Zhang Feng's hand.
Zhang Feng retracted his hand with a wry smile. Unexpectedly, this little guy really repaid kindness with hatred.
Although the cub was weak, it half-hunched its body, bared its fangs, and let out low roars, as if to warn Zhang Feng not to get close.
Zhang Feng didn't care whether it could understand or not. He pointed at himself and then at the corpse on the ground and said, "I'm here to save you. These people are the murderers of your lions."
As he expected, the lion cub actually stopped roaring, sadness appeared in his shining eyes, and the original roar turned into a whimper, and his body curled up into a ball in the corner of the cage.
The smile on Zhang Feng's face became stronger and stronger. It seemed that beasts could also distinguish right from wrong. At that moment, he couldn't help but fall in love with this lion cub who was more like a 'puppy'.
He lifted up the cage, walked out of the tent full of holes, and said to Johnson: "Johnson, look, I found this little guy, let's release it, right?"
Johnson also didn't expect that he would not only avenge the lions, but also rescue a young lion. When Zhang Feng said he wanted to release it, he immediately shook his head and said: "Brother Feng, if we release it now, it won't survive at all. Each lion group has specific members, and other lion groups will not bring out food at all. Contain it. And it has no ability to defend itself at all. A hyena can kill it."
Hearing this, Zhang Feng also gave up the plan of releasing it, and said: "In that case, let's take it with us for the time being. By the way, pour the contents of the fuel tank of one car into the fuel tank of another car. Among them, let go of the rest. Then we leave quickly, and now we can find your tribe faster if we have a car."
Johnson was busy with the gas tank, while Zhang Feng put the cage on the car and walked towards the secret whistle he had just killed.
The secret whistle was naturally dead. He disassembled the automatic rifle on his body and threw the broken parts nearby. They would soon be covered by the wind and sand.
Just as he was about to leave, Zhang Feng's eyes fell on the armband on his right arm.
"It seems that these people are not out on a mission, otherwise they would not be able to carry armbands." After muttering to himself, Zhang Feng squatted down and tore off his armband.
Looking carefully, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes. Is it them
Since these mercenaries are not on a mission, they will not go too far away from their base. Compared to the opponent's base, they are nearby.
Holding the armband, he quickly walked towards Johnson.
Johnson also finished the fuel tank. When he saw Zhang Feng coming back, he said, "Brother Feng, let's go. Now that we have a car, we can cross this wasteland faster."
Zhang Feng did not speak, but handed the armband in his hand to him.
"Armband?" Johnson took the armband and his hand froze in mid-air. His eyes were almost on fire, and the muscles on his face were shaking because of uncontrollable anger.
"This is what I just found on that secret sentry. It should be the mercenary group that killed your tribe and kidnapped you, right?" Zhang Feng said.
Johnson nodded. The logo on the armband would never be forgotten even if he was a ghost. It was a wolf head weeping blood!
That's them! They killed their own tribe, kidnapped themselves and sold them to the United States, and even forced themselves to fight to the death!
"Johnson. The mercenary group should be stationed nearby, but now I'm afraid there is no possibility for the two of us to avenge you. So..." Zhang Feng did not continue to speak, and stopped talking about some words. This is Johnson of hatred.
Johnson calmed down for a while, and finally suppressed the anger in his heart again. He nodded and said, "Brother Feng, I understand what you mean. Revenge must be avenged, but not now."
"As long as you understand what I mean! Let's set off and find your tribe members now. Then we will find a way to take revenge." Zhang Feng said, getting in the car.
Johnson held the armband with the weeping wolf head tightly in his hand, and his fingers made a snapping sound due to the excessive force.
When he got into the car, Zhang Feng took off a grenade and threw it into the fuel tank of another car. If the other party can't find this place and doesn't drive, then nothing will happen. If he refuels and starts the car, something interesting will happen!