759.
"It's no use talking nonsense! I'll give you a choice. If I don't get what I want to know from you, I will shoot her! Of course I won't take her life. Such a The hostage is of great use to me! I let you choose where to shoot, whether to break one of her arms or a path." The big white man said coldly, with a fierce look in his eyes.
The corner of Zhang Feng's mouth twitched twice, and he said: "I have always given you choices for others, but I didn't expect you to give me the chance to choose today? What a cycle of cause and effect!"
"Stop talking nonsense here, tell me quickly!"
Zhang Feng's brows were furrowed tightly, and he looked hesitantly at a bush on the side. The direction he was looking in was exactly opposite to where Dai'er was actually hiding.
His eyes glanced briefly, then quickly retracted, and he licked his lips as if to cover up.
Such a small move did not escape the sight of the big white man. He was overjoyed and immediately shouted to the gunman: "Go and have a look in the bushes over there."
The gunman nodded, held the gun cautiously, and walked in the direction he said.
Zhang Feng said: "I really don't know where the woman you mentioned is hiding." As he spoke, his eyes kept drifting away nervously and then quickly back away.
Seeing this, the big white man became more sure of his judgment, and the head hidden behind Sharapova involuntarily poked out a little.
Zhang Feng was still mumbling: "Why don't you believe me? I really don't know where she is hiding."
As he spoke, his eyes locked on the controlled Sharapova.
Sharapova also noticed Zhang Feng's gaze. The two looked at each other and quickly looked away.
The gunman walked over cautiously and used the muzzle of his gun to push aside the bushes. There was a ghostly shadow of someone somewhere.
He turned around and shouted: "Boss, no."
"What?" The big white man was furious, and the body hidden behind Sharapova involuntarily gave way.
At this moment, Zhang Feng, who had been dormant for a long time, took action.
With a flick of his wrist, the playing cards hidden in his sleeve fell into his hand. With a twist of his waist, he suddenly threw his wrist out.
Sharapova, who was being strangled tightly, also pushed her head back suddenly, and the back of her head hit the big white man's nose.
The hooked nose was immediately broken, and two lines of warm nosebleed spurted out, spraying on Sharapova's hair and neck.
Uh-huh!
A black shadow passed directly across the neck of the big white man, and his body suddenly stiffened.
The wound opened directly on the neck, gradually expanded, and blood spurted out.
Zhang Feng threw out the playing cards, but without stopping, he rushed directly towards the submachine gun that he had kicked out not far away.
Rolling forward, he grabbed the gun with both hands, turned around, and shot at the gunman who was also holding a gun and was ready to shoot without any space.
Bang bang!
Two gunshots rang out in no particular order.
The gunman's eye socket was hit by a bullet, and the entire eye socket turned into a dark bloody hole with bloody flesh.
The bullet got stuck in the hard skull at the back of his head and did not escape from the back of his head, but it was enough to kill him instantly.
His body fell straight backward.
Zhang Feng maintained his shooting posture, his chest heaved violently, and he was breathing heavily.
First, he made sure he was not shot and turned to look in Sharapova's direction.
Sharapova fell to the ground, the white man's arm still hanging around her neck.
Seeing her eyes still staring, Zhang Feng breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't die.
He quickly put down his gun and ran towards her.
At this time, Sharapova also broke away from the white man's arm and climbed up, with blood splashed on her face by the white man.
The whole person looked as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood.
"How's it going? Did you get shot?" Zhang Feng asked.
Sharapova shook her head to indicate she was not shot.
Zhang Feng glanced at the big white man lying on the ground. When he saw that his arms were still hanging in the air and still holding Sharapova, he instantly understood what was going on.
When a person dies suddenly, the nerves are suddenly tense and the muscles become stiff for an instant.
This is why some people hold something in their hands when they die, but outsiders cannot pry their fingers away.
And it was the stiff arms of the big white man that pulled Sharapova to the ground when she fell, indirectly helping her avoid the gunman's last shot.
"It's okay!"
Zhang Feng muttered, suddenly his eyes widened, and he slapped Sharapova on the face with his backhand.
Snapped.
Sharapova was stunned by the direct beating. She covered her cheeks and looked at Zhang Feng blankly, wondering why he hit her.
Zhang Feng glared and said in a deep voice: "I don't know why I hit you? It's because of your stupidity!"
Tears welled up in Sharapova's eyes and flowed down her cheeks, washing away the blood on her face.
"Why do you hit me? My father has been reluctant to hit me since I was a child. Why do you hit me?"
"Sharapova, you just mentioned your father, so let's make it clear! Your father doesn't beat you because he is your father and can't bear to beat you! He is your father, but I am not! Do you understand? That's right Because of your stupidity, I, who is not your father, almost died because of you! You almost caused Dai Er to die in this damn place!"
Zhang Feng roared angrily: "You almost caused us to die, shouldn't you be beaten? This is the price you have to pay for your stupidity! Did I order you to hide yourself? Why did you run out for me? You Do you think you can help me? Having grown up in a training camp, do you know what the real battlefield is like? Have you ever thought about how cunning the enemy you face is?"
"These enemies are more ferocious than you think, more patient than you think, and more cunning than you think! Do you understand?"
Sharapova's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, but Zhang Feng didn't show any sympathy.
Since she is the princess of the Halberd of Victory training camp, it means that from the moment she is born, it is impossible for her to leave the battlefield, and killing is destined to accompany her throughout her life!
Sooner or later, she will understand all these truths, but in the process of understanding, she may not know what a high price she will pay!
Therefore, Zhang Feng told her now for her own good. This slap is worth it!
Zhang Feng turned around and walked towards the place where Dai'er was hiding, leaving behind a message: "If you were a soldier under my command, I would give you a bullet instead of a slap in the face from time to time. I believe that you My father will make the same decision as me!”
When Dai'er saw Zhang Feng approaching, she also limped out of the pit.
She held the miniature self-defense pistol in her hands tremblingly, and looked at Zhang Feng with a guilty look.