953.
The gun fell into his hand, and the smile on Zhang Feng's face became even brighter, which could even be described as bright.
General Brownie's expression was completely opposite to Zhang Feng's, his face was pale without even a trace of blood. The expression was frozen on his face, his body was shaking like chaff, and his forehead was covered with sweat.
The pistol was spinning in Zhang Feng's hand, like a dancing elf.
Stopping suddenly, the gun was pointed at Brownie, who was very close in front of him.
Brownie's trembling body suddenly fell back, but he had just stood up from the sofa, and there was no room to retreat behind him, so he fell directly onto the sofa.
"Hehe." Zhang Feng chuckled twice, facing Brownie and said with a smile: "General Brownie, I didn't expect you to have such a good product. Tsk, if I'm not mistaken, this pistol is It's old, tsk tsk, and look at the polished lines. It's hand-polished, and the rifling is definitely the work of a gun master. The handwriting is really different."
Brownie was startled. He didn't know what Zhang Feng meant by what he said. He could only reluctantly agree with him twice, but his eyes were fixed on Zhang Feng's finger on the trigger.
He now fully understood what it was like to point a gun at someone and to be pointed at a gun.
"General Brownie, don't you want to say something? For example, what do you want to do when you take out the gun? Hey, don't forget that we are in a cooperative relationship now, don't you? General, do you want to give me a meeting gift?" Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a half-smile.
"Yes... yes, I just... want to give you a greeting gift, a greeting gift." When Brownie heard Zhang Feng's words, he had no choice but to get out of the way, but his tongue was knotted out of fear and he couldn't speak clearly.
"Is that so? I think General, you must also want to give me this gun as a meeting gift, or else you want to kill me? Hahahaha..." Zhang Feng laughed and inserted the pistol in his hand. around his waist.
Seeing this, Brownie raised his hand tremblingly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
He felt vaguely lucky, but he also understood what the situation in front of him was like, and why Zhang Feng didn't kill him was as clear as a mirror.
The reason why Zhang Feng didn't kill him was simple: Brownie still had value, and a living Brownie was more useful than a dead one.
Wouldn't it be a waste to kill him now? Even waste can be reused.
However, Zhang Feng's character of always spending money on Brownie, who wanted to kill him, naturally could not let him go easily.
Death penalty can be temporarily avoided, but living crime is absolutely inevitable!
He smiled and said: "I am very grateful to you, General, for the gift you gave me. As a partner, I will naturally repay you, General, but what? I don't have any rare gifts with me now, so I can only borrow flowers to offer to Buddha."
As he spoke, he picked up the bottle of vodka that had just been placed on the coffee table and stuffed it into General Brownie's hand.
General Brownie didn’t know what kind of medicine Zhang Feng was selling in the gourd.
"Come, cheers to our cooperation."
Zhang Feng picked up another bottle of vodka on the table, flicked his fingers, and the bottle flew far away.
Minding his own business, he had a drink with General Brownie. With a crisp sound, Zhang Feng raised the bottle of wine and stuffed it into his mouth, taking two gulps.
Seeing this, Brownie also blew hot vodka into his vagina. Without the dilution of ice cubes, when it enters the throat, it is like a ball of fire bursting open.
It burned the esophagus and entered the stomach, more like a ball of flames gathering, burning fiercely.
Brownie endured the discomfort and glanced at Zhang Feng. As long as the latter put down his penis, he could put it down as well.
Soon, Zhang Feng only took a few sips and put down his glass.
Seeing this, Brownie was about to put down his drink, but he didn't expect that Zhang Feng directly raised his hand to hold the bottom of his breasts, raised it slightly, and poured the spicy vodka into Brownie's throat. .
Brownie's face turned red from holding back, like a monkey's butt. His head tilted back slightly, but Zhang Feng pushed the drink's dick and inserted it deeper into his mouth.
Zhang Feng even said cheerfully: "General Brownie, I really enjoyed accepting the gift you gave me. Don't you like the gift I gave you?... I think you will definitely like it. If you like it, then you have to kill it, yes, that’s it, we have a cooperative relationship!”
Brownie now wants to die.
The drinker's penis penetrated deeper and deeper, reaching his throat. The vomiting sensation caused by the stirring in his throat, coupled with the burning sensation of the spicy vodka, made him feel worse than death.
When the liquor bottomed out, more than a kilogram of vodka was poured into Brownie's stomach.
In this way, Zhang Feng suddenly pulled out the wine stick and threw it aside casually.
"Ahem."
General Brownie suddenly fell to the ground, coughing desperately and retching, but nothing could be vomited out.
His face was as red as a monkey's butt, and scarlet bloodshot eyes slowly appeared.
After coughing for a long time, almost coughing out his lungs, Brownie relaxed slightly and sat on the sofa again.
From the corner of his eye, he glanced at Zhang Feng, who was sitting nearby with his feet on the coffee table. The latter still had a faint smile on his face.
A deep fear suddenly arose in my heart.
Even if the rescuer really arrives, can he really save himself alive from the hands of this pervert
Brownie was filled with suspicion.
Zhang Feng didn't say anything. The next thing he needed to do was wait.
It depends on whether they can find Tom and get the data from his hands.
Although waiting like this is a bit of a gamble, Zhang Feng has no other way. It is simply impossible to find Tom with his own strength.
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In the cramped and dark room, Tom's eyes were fixed on the computer screen. The progress bar of copying data had reached the ninety-nine percent position.
Ding!
"It's done!" Tom quickly pulled out the USB flash drive and stuffed it into his backpack.
There was a corpse in the room. It was not that someone found him, but that he ventured out midway, killed a US soldier, and carried the body into the room.
He quickly pulled off the soldier's blood-stained military uniform and put it on, and took out a silver metal test tube from the original clothes. The length and size are about the same as a cigarette.
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