Chapter 712 Waltz’s Treatment
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"Shooting training, especially pistol shooting training, the most important thing to train is the speed of drawing the gun, and the hit rate of the first shot! Remember, if the speed of drawing the gun is slower than your opponent, or your first shot Missing the target means death!"
Tyrannosaurus Li Jian said calmly, and then began to demonstrate various postures and how to draw the gun as quickly as possible.
Emily stared at Tyrannosaurus Li Jian with burning eyes, engraving every move he made firmly in her mind.
In two days, Tyrannosaurus Li Jian, student Wen Kaiqi, Monkey, and even the gigolo who had been busy all talked to Emily a lot.
How to kill with one hit in close combat, how to use things everywhere around you to turn into deadly weapons, how to put the opponent in a highly dizzy state with one blow when the strength is insufficient, and how to kill the target in the shortest possible time. Perform high-intensity physical strikes, as well as the essentials of shooting.
With only two days, Emily couldn't remember everything in her mind. At most, she could only have an impression of what they said.
However, Tyrannosaurus Li Jian and others discovered that Emily was definitely a genius.
Even if adults want to complete the actions or content they are talking about, they don’t know how many times they need to practice. But although Emily was very slow, she was able to imitate the movements they made.
This is enough to surprise Tyrannosaurus Li Jian and others.
"Madman, won't you give Emily what you know?" Monkey asked curiously.
Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said with a sneer: "It's enough for you to call her. Besides, Emily has already learned what I know!"
"Already learned it? Madman, what has she learned?" The monkey was confused.
Zhang Feng chuckled twice and said no more.
What did Emily learn? Naturally, the hardships life gave her made her learn to endure and persevere, and that was enough.
… … … …
Two days later, Alfonso finally reached an agreement with the military, and the two sides were ready to sit down and talk.
Because the military is divided into two camps, one supports Alfonso, and the other completely blames Alfonso for Chelfang's death.
The two sides did not trust each other, so the meeting place was finally set at the Rwandan Army's military camp, so that the forces of both sides could restrain each other to prevent unnecessary conflicts.
After the matter was finalized, Alfonso immediately told Zhai Qiang the news.
Zhai Qiang drove back to his old house.
"Brother Feng, what do you think we should do about this matter? The negotiations are scheduled to take place in the Rwandan Army's camp."
Zhang Feng frowned slightly, things were indeed a bit difficult to handle.
However, no matter how difficult it is, we must find a way to solve it. After a slight hesitation, Zhang Feng said bluntly: "Zhai Qiang, call Alfonso immediately. I want to talk to him."
"good."
Zhai Qiang didn't dare to be vague and immediately dialed Alfonso's phone number.
Alfonso is also anxiously waiting for the call at this moment. If he cannot suppress the voices that oppose him this time, even if he retains his position as mayor, I am afraid that the rights in his hands will inevitably be divided. This is something he cannot accept. .
When he heard the phone ringing, he quickly picked it up and said impatiently: "Mr. Zhai Qiang? What did Captain Zhang Feng say?"
"I am Zhang Feng."
Zhang Feng said: "Alfonso, I need you to place my people in the Rwandan Army's camp, tonight at the latest. If you say you can't do it, then I'm afraid you really have no value."
Although what he said was unpleasant, Alfonso did not dare to care so much, and quickly said with certainty: "Captain Zhang Feng, I can certainly arrange for people to go in, but tomorrow both sides will bring people. After the interrogation, I’m afraid it will be difficult to get close to the negotiation room.”
"You don't need to worry about this matter. My people will be divided into two parts, each with ten people. One part will act as your bodyguard and will follow you tomorrow. The other part needs you to arrange to go to Rwanda tonight. In the army's camp!" Zhang Feng said in a deep voice.
"Okay, Commander Zhang Feng."
Zhang Feng hung up the phone and said to the gigolo beside him: "I'll leave the rest to you. Let Zhai Qiang connect you with Alfonso and make it nice."
The gigolo nodded and sneered: "This is easy."
The people the gigolos brought into urban Rwanda are finally going to do something about it. He quickly left the old house with his people, and took advantage of the night to drive straight to Alfonso's villa.
… … … …
Zhang Feng got into the basement.
After catching Waltz, it had been left to dry for such a long time and the heat was almost the same. It was time for interrogation.
In the gloomy room, Waltz hugged his knees and sat in the corner. The room was empty and dark, and his words echoed.
No one talked to him, he couldn't see the time, and he seemed to be completely isolated.
Even the people who deliver the food come at irregular intervals just to confuse Waltz's concept of time. They never say a word, put down the food, and then turn around and leave.
This method is a kind of mental torture.
Humans are social animals, and being alone and closed for a long time will put the nerves in a depressed state.
Zhang Feng didn't want to use this method to drive Waltz crazy. Maybe ordinary people can, but Waltz has obviously received professional training and knows how to deal with it.
But even if he knew how to deal with it, after a few days, the calmness on Waltz's face had long since disappeared.
The whole face was wrinkled and pulled together, like an eggplant beaten by frost.
His expression was even more depressed, and his eyes were even more gloomy.
Zhang Feng opened the door, and the whole room was filled with the smell of feces and urine. There was no toilet, just a bucket containing Waltz's excrement over the past few days.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Waltz thought it was the food deliveryman. He raised his head numbly and saw that it was Zhang Feng.
His mouth opened, but he didn't know how to speak.
"Mr. Waltz, I've really wronged you. Now that you see me, are you very touched?" Zhang Feng said in a sinister tone.
"Zhang Feng, what do you want to do?" Waltz's voice sounded like a tight pimp.
This is because he hasn't spoken a word for several days and his throat is too dry.
Zhang Feng took out two cigarettes from his pocket, dropped them both on his lips and lit them. After taking two puffs, he threw one of them in front of Waltz.
The corners of Waltz's mouth twitched twice.
Normally, he would only smoke the most high-end cigars. He would not even look at such low-quality cigarettes, let alone those smoked by others.
But now
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