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Men simply don't have the courage and courage.
He knew very well that if he shot and killed an experimental subject with SSS physique, he would definitely die very ugly when he returned to the organization.
But now he was riding a tiger and couldn't get off, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
His expression did not escape Zhang Feng's eyes. He knew not to push too hard, and he had achieved his goal, so he suddenly grinned.
"Don't you dare! Let me tell you, don't pretend to be cool in the future. Remember?"
Pulling the gun away, Zhang Feng continued: "I know what you want to do, isn't it just to repair the surveillance camera?"
"But don't think about it. Even if it's repaired, what else will happen? I can break it again at will."
"In this way, let's make a deal. I'll let you repair it and promise not to destroy it again, but first you ask me to prepare some food, cigarettes and wine, and serve them all for me."
Waltz, who was standing outside the room, twitched at the corner of his mouth when he heard Zhang Feng's words.
Making such a big fuss just to extort food, wine and food? He was completely defeated by Zhang Feng and had no idea what he wanted to do.
Although he is currently cooperating with Zhang Feng, he still wants to hand over Zhang Feng to the organization as soon as possible, because working with him is really torturous and tiring.
The man holding the gun involuntarily turned his head to look at Waltz outside the room.
Waltz waited until he had to make a decision, then nodded and said in a deep voice: "I will provide him with good smoke, good wine and good food."
After saying that, he turned around and walked away.
The man reinstalled the surveillance camera as he wished.
Zhang Feng also got what he wanted.
Top-notch wine, good food, and good cigars. Although Zhang Feng doesn't like this thing very much, it doesn't feel as good as inferior cigarettes, but it's better than nothing.
The food and drinks were all served with disposable paper tableware, and there were no cutlery, forks, bowls or chopsticks.
Zhang Feng greeted Caldera, and the two of them grabbed it with their hands and filled their stomachs with delicious food.
Zhang Feng knew very well in his heart that the other party did not use glass tableware or knives and forks, because these two things could be turned into murderous weapons, and they were all on guard.
"Save some for me, damn it." When Caldera grabbed a piece of steak that was as big as his face, stuffed it all into his mouth, and swallowed it whole, he immediately became anxious and quickly grabbed another piece. Steak, stuffed into his mouth.
He ate quickly enough, but only after seeing Caldera did he realize what it means to be a little dwarfed by a big witch.
This guy's throat seems to be connected directly to his stomach. It seems like there is no need to chew at all when eating, just stuff it in.
Caldera had no chance to talk nonsense. When had he ever eaten such delicious food
Not to mention the taste, it was pretty good if it could fill your stomach. And if I get a little money and buy some delicious food, I will leave it to my sister. Now that I see meat, I will naturally be wiped out by the wind and residual clouds.
To fill their stomachs, a lot of meat and wine were poured into the stomachs of two people.
Zhang Feng picked up the paper lunch box, wiped his mouth cleanly with the back, then balled it up and threw it casually in the corner.
He opened the package of the cigars, took out two cigars, handed one to Caldera, took one in his mouth, lit it with a match, took two strong puffs, puffed out the smoke, and said with enjoyment: "One after the meal. Smoke is the most wonderful taste.”
Caldera followed Zhang Feng's example, lit a cigar, and started smoking slowly.
Was Zhang Feng making such a fuss a pointless farce, or was his purpose just to get some food to fill his stomach
Of course it won't be that simple.
Time passed little by little, and the lights in the room were always bright. Caldera didn't know how much time had passed.
But Zhang Feng was able to roughly estimate it.
When the surveillance camera broke and the guard came in with a gun, Zhang Feng leaned over and looked out the door intentionally or unintentionally, and saw the sky outside. The time at that time was about four or five o'clock in the afternoon.
By now, he roughly estimated that it should be about six hours in the past, that is to say, it is now around 11 o'clock in the middle of the night.
It's still early.
Zhang Feng lay down directly on the ground, and after a while, he began to breathe evenly.
Caldera's concept of time had long been blurred. When he saw Zhang Feng lying down to sleep, he lay down casually.
Watching the surveillance video, Waltz breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Zhang Feng sleeping. He secretly thought that his ancestor had finally slept and he no longer had to worry.
He told the people next to him, "Keep an eye on it and don't be careless. As long as we return these two ancestors to the organization, our mission will be successfully completed."
"Yes, Colonel." Waltz returned to his room to rest.
Time passed little by little. The man who was staring at the surveillance video yawned and looked back at the hanging clock. It was already three o'clock in the morning.
Looking back at the surveillance video, his sleepiness was suddenly awakened and dissipated.
Because Zhang Feng, who had been sleeping in the surveillance video, actually stood up.
The man picked up the walkie-talkie. As long as Zhang Feng made any changes, he would immediately contact the person in charge of guarding through the walkie-talkie.
In the surveillance video, Zhang Feng stood up, walked to the corner, took off his pants, and sighed against the wall.
Finally, I shook my head, pulled up my pants, walked to another corner in a daze, and lay down again.
The man responsible for watching the surveillance video breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene and put down the walkie-talkie he was holding.
"What the hell, it turned out to be peeing."
Zhang Feng in the room was lying on his side, facing the wall, giving the surveillance camera a back view.
At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and there was no trace of sleepiness at all.
pee? It was just a deliberate attempt to give the other party a false impression. His purpose is to get from the place where he just lay down to the corner where he is now.
In this corner, there is what he wants, which is the food sent by the other party, using a restrained lunch box.
Does the other party think that without glass tableware or steel knives and forks, he can't get a weapon capable of killing people
Humph, it’s too simple to think about.
His back was against the camera, just blocking his hand. And he was playing with a thin paper shell in his hand.
Slowly tear the paper shell into palm-sized pieces and then start to roll it up along a certain arc. After it is completely rolled, the length is only half the length of a cigarette, and the shape is more like a pencil, but it is a sharpened pencil with a With a sharp tip!