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Zhang Feng was still standing in front of the wine cabinet, pouring red wine down his throat.
The silky texture, slightly spicy taste, and long aftertaste of the red wine made his eyes slightly intoxicated.
From the time I left China to now, I have been living on tenterhooks every day, and I even want to stare with my eyes wide open while sleeping.
He was afraid that if his identity was accidentally exposed, the only outcome would be death in another country. Such a result is naturally not what Zhang Feng wants!
He wanted to complete his mission and return to his country, his home. In his heart, he was thinking about his family and the Huangquan mercenary group in Africa. He didn't know what the current situation of the mercenary group was under the leadership of the gigolo.
He would also think of the people of the Underworld Special Operations Team, and wondered if the King of Hell, who was pursuing the truth and wanting to clear the grievances of his grandfather and family, had found the answer. There are also the Tyrannosaurus Li Jian, students Wen Kaiqi, Jackal Chai Chong, and Monkey who returned to China. Did they rebuild the Huangquan special operations team as they wished
If you want to see the person you miss with your own eyes, you have to live.
Zhang Feng's requirements are not high at all, as long as he can survive.
But sometimes, the simplest idea is the most difficult to achieve. I don’t know how many people wanted to kill him.
And all Zhang Feng can do is to think carefully about every step he takes, and every step is like walking on thin ice, so as to prevent him from falling into the abyss of eternal destruction if he makes a mistake.
But when he reached the situation before him, it was like a sharp arrow shot from a full bow. With a roar and an indomitable momentum, there is absolutely no possibility of looking back. There is also no chance to change direction. Some can only keep moving forward until the goal is firmly nailed!
He and General Brown Ningxu were fighting against the snake, and they were even seeking skin from the tiger. Zhang Feng knew very well what the latter was thinking.
He also understood that Brownie knew what he wanted.
The reason why they maintain the current relationship is because the two of them have their own agendas.
It's like there is a thin layer of paper between two people, and you can see each other's shadow through this thin paper.
But no one between the two took the initiative to pierce this layer of paper, because once it is pierced, it will completely break up their faces. At that time, it will be absolutely impossible to maintain this relationship.
Zhang Feng stood in front of the wine cabinet, his back turned to Brownie, taking a swig of wine.
General Brownie was staring at his back with his eyes wide open. His breathing was a little rapid, which showed that he was a little nervous.
The hand behind his back slowly reached towards the gap in the sofa under his butt.
His movements were very slow and very light, for fear of being discovered.
He tried his best to maintain the most normal smile on his face to prevent Zhang Feng from turning around suddenly.
The nervousness made his breathing quicken, and sweat seeped out of his pores and flowed down his temples.
Licking his dry lips, the hand that reached into the gap had already touched the coldness and hardness of steel.
A gun!
Browning pistol! A large caliber pistol, powerful enough.
He grabbed the hard butt of the gun and pulled it out from the gap in the sofa. At the same time, he jumped up from the sofa.
General Brownie's expression was a bit ferocious, and his facial features were twisted together.
The silver gun body carries the coldness of killing, and the black muzzle seems to be able to swallow everything.
His finger was already on the trigger. As long as he pulled the trigger, the bullet would destroy everything.
Browning's fierce eyes seemed to have seen the hated Tyrone in front of him, and he was about to fall under his gun.
The bullet will smash his head into pieces, and blood will splatter everywhere. By then all the trouble will disappear, all the absconders will be captured, Tom will be found and the data will be retrieved from his hands. The Super Soldier Research Institute is back on track, and everything is as if nothing had happened.
But his idea is, after all, just a dream!
The dream will eventually wake up, and Zhang Feng is the breaker of Brownie's dream.
The moment Brownie stood up from the sofa and drew his pistol. Zhang Feng, who was drinking, turned around suddenly and waved his left hand violently.
Snapped!
Brownie's hand holding the gun felt a sharp pain, and the gun fell to the ground with a clang. His ferocious expression was completely frozen on his face, and he even forgot to scream.
I thought this was an opportunity to kill Zhang Feng, but the final result was like this, without hurting the opponent at all.
When he entered the room, Browning's plan was to continue stalling for time with Zhang Feng. It was not until he heard Zhang Feng asking him to sit on the sofa that his mind changed.
Plans don't change quickly.
The reason why he changed his mind was that he remembered that there was a pistol in the gap of the sofa.
The pistol is a Browning. In the first year of 1922, it was handmade by firearms master John Moses Browning himself!
The precious value of this gun can be imagined. If it is auctioned, the final transaction price will definitely be a sky-high price.
However, Brownie was short of money, so he would not auction it, and he also liked the gun.
In addition, he also has a habit of hiding guns.
This is because he developed a habit as he climbed higher and higher and received more and more assassinations.
Therefore, this treasured Browning was wrapped and hidden in the gap of the sofa.
After hearing Zhang Feng ask him to sit on the sofa, he suppressed the complicated emotions in his heart and sat on the sofa looking the same as usual. The position was right between the Browning pistol and Zhang Feng. .
With a stunned expression, General Brownie slowly lowered his head. His dumbfounded eyes saw that his right hand was highly swollen, and there was a bruise the size of a coin on the back of his hand.
Looking towards the ground again, a red wine cork was spinning beside his feet.
He raised his head and looked at Zhang Feng.
He is afraid! Afraid of angering Zhang Feng, he killed himself directly.
Zhang Feng, who was carrying a wine bottle, had dull eyes and a faint smile on his lips, with the juice of red wine hanging on it.
But it happened that such a harmless expression made Brownie feel cold to the bone, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Zhang Feng reached back and picked up two large bottles of vodka from the wine cabinet, and walked slowly towards Brownie.
Brownie's body was trembling, and if he was given a chance, he would never pull out the gun.
However, there is no regret medicine at this time. People always have to pay the price for what they have done!
Zhang Feng walked closer and closer, walked in front of Browning, and looked down at the pistol on the ground.
"Browning pistol, good stuff."
As he spoke, he placed the two wine bottles in his hands on the coffee table, raised his toes, and the pistol flew up and landed steadily in his hands...