833.
"Tailong, what's going on outside?" Caldera also heard the gunfire and looked at Zhang Feng and asked.
Zhang Feng shook his head slightly and said, "The devil knows what's going on."
He is also very anxious now. Once something goes wrong, all his preparations for such a long time will be in vain.
When you want to plan, you will definitely need to waste some time, and you don't know how much effort it will take.
However, from the strength of the gunfire, it can be judged that his current position is getting further and further away from the shooting point. This is good news, indicating that the vehicle he is in is leaving the range of combat coverage.
The rest can only be left to Waltz to solve.
The bulletproof glass was finally overwhelmed and was penetrated directly, and the bullet was shot directly into the driver's head.
The powerful force directly blew half of the driver's head off, and the brains and blood were mixed together and splashed all over Waltz's face.
He didn't have time to appreciate the taste of this mixture. He quickly stretched out his hands and grasped the steering wheel to stabilize the car body that was about to lose control and had begun to shake.
Risking his own body, he opened the driver's door, kicked the dead driver down, and sat in the driver's seat.
The two jeeps were not much better. They were attacked one after another, and the two people in one of the vehicles were directly shot to death.
The body of the car was even more riddled with bullet holes, but the opponent seemed to be crazy and still rushed forward regardless, with a posture that would kill him.
Waltz still hasn't figured out why these people are like dead dogs, biting him crazily. It's totally meaningless
But now he has no way to figure it out. The only thing he can do is to kill the opponent as soon as possible.
He braked frantically, causing the rear of the car to hit the front of the jeep hard.
The rear bumper had been knocked off, but he still ignored it at all.
After a few hits, he turned the steering wheel sharply and the car body suddenly gave way. The jeep behind accelerated and rushed straight up.
At this time, Waltz suddenly turned the steering wheel back, and the front of the car bit hard into the side of the jeep.
The speed of both parties was maintained at around 150. Such a speed made the car body inherently unstable. The jeep was hit so hard that it immediately lost its balance.
The car body rolled directly sideways, rolling on the ground uncontrollably, and a series of sparks flew out. Finally, it barely stopped after hitting the isolation guardrail. The car body fell upside down on the road and was completely deformed.
The last remaining jeep, after a few minutes of struggle, was directly penetrated by bullets in the fuel tank, and a violent explosion occurred, and the entire vehicle suddenly turned into a fireball.
After finally dealing with the opponent, Waltz immediately ordered: "Go at full speed and catch up with the truck immediately. And get in touch with the organization immediately and ask them to help us pass at the border."
Waltz knew in his heart that it was impossible to hide the matter from Mexican officials if the matter was so big.
At that time, there will inevitably be traffic jams at the border and the convoys will be blocked. It will be basically impossible to leave the country under such circumstances.
Therefore, it is necessary to organize an event to allow Mexican officials to release it.
Caldera had long since stopped hearing the gunshots, but Zhang Feng heard the gunfire cease, and the sigh he had been holding in his heart finally let go.
It seems that the trouble is solved this time.
The jeep parked on the road was in flames. The oil coming out of the fuel tank was already burning, and soon the whole vehicle would explode.
From the deformed car window, a man who looked like a bloody gourd crawled out.
His hands covered with blood scratched the ground and slowly crawled away. When he climbed out about ten meters away, the car suddenly exploded.
The man slowly reached into his pocket and took out his cell phone.
The screen of the phone had already been broken into spider veins. He tried it and it was still usable.
He dialed a number and was quickly connected. As he spoke, blood foam came out of his mouth, "Boss, the young master has not been rescued. Ahem, what's the license plate number?"
When he read out the last digit of the license plate number with difficulty, a mouthful of blood mixed with broken internal organs spurted out, and he fell to the ground.
The phone with the screen on also hung up immediately.
Waltz didn't know that among the experimental subjects he captured this time, there was a twenty-year-old young man who was the son of the leader of the Mafia, the largest gang in Mexico City.
It was also the party leader who knew that he had too many enemies, so he fostered his only son in other families. Except for him and a few of his confidants, no one knew about the child's existence.
What he didn't expect was that his actions to protect his son made Waltz's men think he was just an ordinary child during the investigation and arrested him directly.
After the party leader discovered that his son was missing, he immediately launched an investigation and just locked the warehouse where Waltz was stationed.
After rushing there, they found that the building was empty. Through some means, they obtained traffic surveillance and discovered Waltz's motorcade. They immediately sent people to chase them and prepare to rescue them.
The final result was that none of the eight people in the two vehicles sent survived and all died.
Waltz soon received a reply from the organization. The latter attached great importance to Zhang Feng and Caldera and told Waltz that as long as the convoy could be successfully brought to the border, someone would be there to respond.
After receiving this news, Waltz breathed a long sigh of relief.
Answer? Waltz knew that the person who responded must be someone from the military. At that time, Mexican officials will not be able to let him go even if they want to, because they do not have the strength to challenge the United States.
None of these things have anything to do with Zhang Feng in the container. His only idea now is to let Caldera press into his own shit.
What the heck, the last time he took a dip in his shit was still warm, and now he actually has to take a shit again!
Zhang Feng felt a lot of regret in his heart. Why did he have to get so much food? If he hadn't eaten so well, Caldera's poop wouldn't be so smelly!
"Tyron" Caldera felt a little guilty and wanted to speak.
Zhang Feng interrupted him directly and said: "Come on, shut your mouth quickly. I know what you want to say. Is there any use in apologizing? Stop saying those useless words."
Caldera shut his mouth obediently, he was also feeling aggrieved. He didn't want to poop, but when he got to the exit, he couldn't hold it in anymore.
But don’t tell me, after I finished pooping, my body immediately felt a lot more relaxed.