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That night, the two trucks drove one behind the other to the area of Mexico City, heading straight for the border.
"Tailon, I" Caldera said hesitantly.
At night, the moonlight was too weak, and the amount transmitted through the ventilator was even less. The entire container was pitch black, and Zhang Feng couldn't clearly see Caldera's expression at the moment.
The expression on Caldera's face at this moment was very exciting, his facial features were almost tangled together, and there was a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.
Zhang Feng heard his hesitant words and said: "If you have something to say, you have to fart."
"Puff." A series of fart sounds like a machine gun suddenly sounded, and a pungent smell suddenly filled the cramped space of the container.
"Damn it, what the hell are you doing? Damn it, you stink to me." Zhang Feng was stunned and then cursed.
He really didn't expect this idiot to be really stupid. He quickly stood up, moved to the vent, and took a few breaths of air that came in.
"Tyron, I think," Caldera said hesitantly.
"My ancestor, just say whatever you want to do and moan like an old woman." Zhang Feng said angrily.
"I want to poop" Caldera finally said what he wanted to do.
Zhang Feng almost fell to the ground.
It wasn’t just a fart, but I actually wanted to poop!
Zhang Feng now wished he could choke this idiot to death with a pee. But there is no other way. I don’t care about heaven and earth, but I can’t control shit and farts.
He waved his hands helplessly and said: "Pull, pull, pull as hard as you want."
After receiving permission, Caldera couldn't hold it in any longer and quickly took off his pants, puff puff.
The smell of shit suddenly filled the narrow and cramped container. Zhang Feng's face turned green from the smoke, but there was nothing he could do.
He could only get as close to the vent as possible. Only now did he realize how refreshing it felt to breathe the smog in Kyoto.
Caldera's shit was definitely a big shit. It lasted for three minutes before it stopped.
Zhang Feng suddenly remembered the naughty nursery rhymes from his childhood, how they described defecation, with feet on both sides of the Yellow River, secret documents in hand, machine gun fire in front, and artillery fire from behind.
"Tailon," Caldera hesitated again.
Zhang Feng now has a feeling, that is, if the old lady falls, she will not help her but will obey her.
"I've farted and shit, what else do you want? My ancestors."
"There is no paper." Caldera said coyly.
Zhang Feng rolled his eyes for a while and said angrily: "There is no paper. Don't you have clothes? Take off your clothes and wipe your butt. You still need to ask me about such a fucking thing."
He regretted it now. What he bought was not a thug, but a fucking uncle. He had to ask himself about all the big things.
Caldera did as he was told, took off his coat, and wiped his butt clean.
After finishing it, he shrank his body into a corner away from his own shit.
While he was feeling annoyed that he would have to stay in such a shit-filled space for the next few days, Zhang Feng, who was feeling aggrieved, suddenly woke up.
His hearing is far beyond normal, so he hears sounds that others don't hear.
The roar of the car engine sounds like it has been modified. The rhythm of the roar is running at full speed. And he is constantly getting closer to his current truck.
The position of the moon can be seen through the vent, and the current time should be midnight.
The car passed smoothly without any bumps. It can be judged that it is driving on the highway.
In the middle of the night, a car was approaching at full speed. He didn't think it was a good thing, especially in Mexico, where gangs are the most rampant.
Two jeeps, as Zhang Feng expected, were quickly approaching Zhang Feng's truck.
A few minutes later, Waltz received a report, "Colonel, there are two vehicles approaching us."
Waltz did not ride in the truck, but sat in the lead car, which was a black S.
After hearing the report, he immediately ordered: "Slow down immediately and test the other party's situation."
The last car in the convoy was a black car. After hearing Waltz's order, it immediately began to slow down.
Just when the car and the two jeeps were about to pass each other, the window of the jeep suddenly rolled down, and the dark barrel of the gun stretched out.
The driver of the car reacted very quickly, shouting into the intercom: "Attack!" while slamming on the brakes.
The barrel of the gun protruding from the window of the jeep suddenly opened fire. The fireworks at the muzzle were extremely brilliant in the dark night, and the burst of gunfire suddenly sounded.
Bullets hit the car body wildly.
Fortunately, the driver of the car reacted quickly and braked in time, causing the car to slow down suddenly.
Two jeeps rushed past like swords.
Waltz's brows almost knitted together. Who was the other party and why did he attack his convoy
But there is no time to think about these things now. These experimental subjects, especially Zhang Feng and Caldera, must be returned to the organization safely and intact, otherwise Zhang Feng's plan will not be implemented.
In that case, everything is in vain.
Immediately through the intercom, he ordered in a cold voice: "Speed up the truck and kill the other vehicles."
The car that had just braked suddenly, this time hit the accelerator to the bottom and quickly caught up.
The vehicle in which Waltz was riding and another car drove to both sides of the road, leaving the middle of the road open to the truck.
The two trucks immediately began to accelerate and passed quickly. The two cars merged into the middle of the road again, blocking the road.
Although he was trapped in the carriage, Zhang Feng could hear the gunshots very clearly. His brows knit together tightly.
I originally thought I could successfully reach the United States and enter Area 51. But I didn't expect that something like this would happen before I even left Mexico.
This was beyond his expectation.
Now trapped in the carriage, Zhang Feng couldn't do anything even if he wanted to. He could only wait for the final result.
Two jeeps were sandwiched between three cars in front and behind. But the people inside the car were very aggressive, and all the windows were rolled down.
Automatic rifles stretched out from the car window and opened fire wildly.
The three vehicles in the Waltz team have all been modified and equipped with bulletproof glass. But bulletproof glass has its limits and can be broken by bullets.
Waltz's face was gloomy and ugly, and he said solemnly: "Fight back! Kill them quickly."
He knew very well that it must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise the Mexican officials would be alerted. At that time, it will be really difficult to leave Mexico.