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"Brother Feng, what should you do?" Johnson asked.
Zhang Feng rolled his eyelids, slapped Johnson on the back of the head, and cursed with a smile: "Mad, what else can I do. I will go back by myself then."
Although he sounded relaxed, Johnson also understood that Zhang Feng might have something important, so he nodded and said with a naive smile: "Okay, Brother Feng, you must be careful."
He handed over the tooth skull and ordered him to retreat with Johnson and rest until the sun was scorching tomorrow morning. Today I just took advantage of the darkness and traveled all night.
He took out Feng from his backpack, handed it to Johnson's hand, rubbed its furry little head, and said, "You go back with Johnson, and you're not allowed to mess around on the way, you know?"
Feng, whose body was being pinched by Johnson's big hands, kept twisting and struggling, and his four claws were scratching randomly. He turned his head and bit his fangs into Johnson's arm, which frightened Johnson and quickly let go of his hand.
Feng fell to the ground and ran to Zhang Feng's feet, biting Zhang Feng's trouser leg with his sharp fangs.
Zhang Feng gave a helpless smile. This little guy is really smart. He bent down and held him in his hands, rubbing him twice. He smiled helplessly and said, "It's better to follow me. Johnson, I'll leave the Tooth Skull tribe to you two." Okay, let’s go now.”
Tooth Skull and Johnson nodded, beckoning the tribe's indigenous people to continue on their way.
Zhang Feng held Feng in his arms and said with a smile: "Follow me, but you are not allowed to yell casually, you know?"
Feng seemed to be able to understand what he said, and stretched out his body to lick his palm.
Zhang Feng did not move immediately, but put Feng back into his backpack and walked towards the parked jeep.
A grenade was originally placed under the brake, which could detonate as long as the other driver stepped on the brake. Now it seems that it needs to be arranged better.
After getting into the car and taking out the grenades, he took off two more grenades from his body and arranged them. Zhang Feng's lips curled up into a sneer.
As long as the opponent doesn't chase them, once the opponent catches up, the grenade explosion will definitely make them close the pot.
Instead of chasing after Johnson and others in the direction they were moving, they turned around and got into the jungle.
Lurking among the thick weeds at the edge of the jungle, his camouflage combat uniform perfectly matches the surrounding environment.
The fusion of the two, and the cover of the night, I am afraid that even if someone comes close, they will not notice it.
Just waiting quietly like this.
… … … …
The mercenaries who followed did not let Zhang Feng wait too long. As soon as the sky cleared, three jeeps came into his sight.
Zhang Feng's eyes were fixed on the sight, observing the mercenaries in the car, and his brows could not help but frown slightly.
Judging from the weapons and the demeanor of the mercenaries, these mercenaries are not comparable to the ragtag fire ant mercenary group.
His eyes fell on the armbands on their arms again, which were all weeping wolf heads, and his brows furrowed deeper.
He thought to himself: "It seems that you have to pay a price to gain the loyalty of the Johnson tribe." A glimpse of the whole leopard can be seen, and this mercenary group must be difficult to deal with.
Lurking in the grass, Zhang Feng's body remained motionless. Feng, who was inside the backpack, also felt Zhang Feng's tense body, and his little head was still motionless inside the backpack.
The three vehicles parked backwards in front of the jeep that Zhang Feng had tampered with.
The vulture stepped out of the car and set his eyes on the car. The car that exploded just now left him still frightened. Now that he had discovered another car, he couldn't help but have doubts. Could someone have tampered with this car
With this thought in his mind, he said, "Go over and check the car personally to see if you can find anything on the car."
When a mercenary who was not afraid of death had the courage to walk up to the car, carefully inspected it from front to back, inside and out, and took out a grenade from the front cover of the car.
"Captain, someone has indeed tampered with it. There is a grenade here!" the mercenary shouted. The moment he saw the grenade, cold sweat poured down his back. After looking carefully, he found that the steel pin of the grenade had not been pulled out, and he realized It was a false alarm.
The vulture nodded. It seemed that someone was indeed targeting the Blood Wolf Mercenary Group.
"Look around to see if you can find any traces left by the other party."
Hearing this, the mercenaries were searched everywhere. After a while, a mercenary shouted: "There are footprints here! They are almost covered by the wind and sand. It should have been a while."
The footprints he found were left by the migration of the indigenous people led by Johnson, and he was afraid of this.
, Zhang Fengcai did not leave with them but stayed here.
A man with two legs would definitely not be able to outrun a car with four wheels. If these mercenaries chased him, he would be able to save his life, but many indigenous people would definitely die.
Zhang Feng had already regarded these indigenous people as his treasures, so there was no way he could allow them to suffer, so he stayed.
Knowing that he couldn't wait any longer, the sight of the scope locked on the mercenary who found the footprints, breathing steadily, and decisively pulled the trigger with his finger.
"Poof." A gunshot rang out. The mercenary was shot in the back, blood spattered, and his body fell limply, killing him with one shot.
The remaining mercenaries reacted in the shortest possible time, quickly crawled to the ground, pulled the bolt of the gun, and the whistling bullets poured in the direction where the bullets came from.
The advantage of this is to prevent those who secretly attack from firing cold shots again. Although the specific location of the opponent's hiding place is not known, covering the shooting can force the opponent out.
They didn't need to force him. After Zhang Feng killed him, he quickly stood up, bent his waist, and quickly got into the jungle.
There was at least 500 meters between the two sides. After a few ups and downs, Zhang Feng's figure completely disappeared from the sight of the mercenaries.
The expression on the vulture's face was extremely ugly. The opponent was obviously ready to ambush here.
"Chase! If it's possible to survive, I would like to see who dares to attack our blood wolf people. If there are no survivors, then just kill them."
He is confident because the team he leads are all retired soldiers from various countries, and they are veterans who have survived battle after battle. Isn't it easy to catch someone with cold intentions
The mercenaries all stood up quickly, holding their guns vigilantly, looking around with their eyes fixed, and they would pull the trigger without hesitation as long as there was any suspicious trace in the scope.
Zhang Feng, who had moved to the second shooting point, raised a murderous sneer on his lips. Very good. Only in this way can the arrangement he left behind be of maximum effect.
At this moment, his position was behind a thick crooked-neck tree. The trunk of the tree could just block his body, and the protruding branches were perfect for holding the gun.
The enemies in the scope are all in the flat wasteland, and there are no sand dunes that can serve as cover except for crawling on the ground.