Chapter 722 Waltz was rescued
722.
Mike used the surveillance camera hidden in the dark to discover the traces of the American special forces who came to rescue Waltz in advance, and gave Zhang Feng and the gigolo time to prepare in advance.
Zhang Feng held a pistol in his hand, glanced at the gigolo, and nodded slightly.
The latter immediately understood what Zhang Feng meant, and the round whip in his hand struck Waltz's body more and more fiercely.
Zhang Feng turned his gaze to Waltz again, lowered his voice and whispered: "You will definitely be killed by one bullet."
Hearing this, Waltz's eyelids couldn't help but twitch.
Not only did he suffer such physical pain, but he also had to be shot, but he had no other choice. If he didn't make it real, there was no way he could hide it from the people who came to rescue him.
At that time, even if he is rescued and is suspected, all these hardships will be in vain. In that case, one's own family members will inevitably suffer persecution.
Therefore, when he heard Zhang Feng's words, he had no chance to refuse and could only nod solemnly.
After getting Waltz's confirmation, Zhang Feng walked to the door of the basement and leaned against the wall.
At this time, the gigolo also shouted: "Tell me everything you know! Hum, if I am happy, I can make you die happily, so don't make yourself uncomfortable."
"I know nothing, and I know nothing." Waltz said. At this time, he looked like a loyal warrior, but only the three people present understood that this conversation was scripted.
"Then don't blame me for being rude!" the gigolo said.
"Kill me if you can. Someone will definitely avenge me by then!" Waltz said.
While Waltz was having a conversation with the gigolo, Zhang Feng squinted his eyes slightly and listened.
There was a slight sound in the yard, which was caused by the friction of the soles of the shoes on the ground.
Zhang Feng didn't know until the American special forces who rescued Waltz had arrived. The other party was very cautious and made very little noise, but it could not escape Zhang Feng's extremely keen ears.
After receiving the sound into his ears, Zhang Feng turned on the safety of the pistol.
When the other party got closer again, he knew it was almost time.
His body suddenly popped out of the door, and he yelled: "Who is it?"
While he was drinking, his finger had already pulled the trigger.
"boom."
Along with the sound of a pistol being fired, there was a muffled sound of a corpse falling to the ground, and then the burst of gunshots suddenly rang out in the night sky, and bullets whizzed towards Zhang Feng.
The messy and noisy sounds completely broke the tranquility of the night, and the stomatitis sprayed from the muzzle lit up tongues of flame in the dark night.
Zhang Feng fired and hit the target. The special forces of the US Army naturally understood that their actions had been exposed, and they naturally wanted to fight back.
The rescue operation turned into a storm!
Zhang Feng had already expected such a situation, and everything that happened now was in accordance with his predetermined script, so there was no panic.
Immediately after the shooting, the body returned to the basement.
So the bullets fired at him all crackled on the wall, cement slag flew everywhere, and craters the size of fingertips were left on the wall.
"rush out!"
Zhang Feng shouted in a deep voice.
The gigolo nodded, took out a remote control that was much smaller than a palm from his pocket, and suddenly pressed his fingers on the remote control.
"Boom!"
The bomb that had been planted in the courtyard of the house suddenly exploded, and a huge fireball started. The US Army special forces in the courtyard had no time to react, and two of them were blown away. However, the bodies that flew up were not complete, but with broken arms. Average value.
Zhang Feng came to Waltz's side, lowered his voice and whispered: "When you go back, don't do anything, just wait for me to contact you!"
After saying that, the muzzle of the gun in his hand was pressed directly against Waltz's abdomen.
His finger decisively pulled the trigger, and there was a bang. The bullet penetrated Waltz's body directly and shot out from behind, leaving a scar as big as a palm on his back!
Waltz's facial features were twisted together in pain, and his body was convulsing.
Zhang Feng and the gigolo nodded, and the two of them rushed directly through the basement door.
The gigolo held an automatic rifle in his hand, his finger on the trigger, and he used his arm to press the muzzle of the gun. There was a burst of gunfire and the bullets shot out.
It's not about killing the target effectively, it's about suppressive shooting.
The U.S. special forces were already rattled by the explosion, and coupled with the crazy suppressive shooting of the gigolos, they couldn't even lift their heads for a while.
With this effort, Zhang Feng and the gigolo climbed out of the nearly three-meter-high wall of the house and got into the dark alley according to the route they had already set.
The American special forces also got up from the ground at this time, but they did not chase Zhang Feng and the gigolo. For them, their first mission was to rescue, that is, to rescue Waltz.
Three special forces rushed into the basement, while the others were on guard at the door.
Waltz was hung in the air, his whole body was stained red with blood, his head was drooping, and he was unconscious.
The special forces of the US army were sure that this was the person they were going to rescue. They immediately cut the rope hanging from Waltz's arm and checked his breathing intermittently.
He immediately found adrenaline from his backpack and injected it into Waltz's veins.
Zhang Feng and the gigolo were both very smart. Waltz looked miserable, but in fact the wounds on his body were just superficial injuries and nothing serious.
The only serious injury was Zhang Feng's last shot that hit his lower abdomen.
However, Zhang Feng had consciously avoided his fatal position, so Waltz was not life-threatening in general.
Three minutes after being injected with epinephrine, Waltz woke up from a coma.
"Waltz?" asked the American special forces.
"Are you...?" Waltz asked extremely exhausted.
The American special forces did not continue to speak. The purpose of their operation was to rescue Waltz. As long as they were sure that he was the real one, they did not care about the rest.
Under the protection of the American special forces, Waltz quickly left the old house, got into the jeep parked by the American special forces in the alley, and quickly headed towards their temporary station outside the city of Rwanda.
Lying in the back seat of the car, Waltz closed his eyes. His body was in severe pain, but his mood was relatively relaxed.
For him, the injuries on his body were all worth it. My family will be exempted from the punishment of the organization, and I will be able to completely take them out of the organization, so that I will not have to live without freedom and dignity for the rest of my life!
Zhang Feng and the gigolo rushed to their new house.
As soon as he walked in, he saw Mike walking towards him and said, "Brother Feng, Zhai Qiang called just now. Their auction is about to start."
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