Chapter 1410

Johnson stared at this man, nothing like what the intelligence said, especially just now, he actually blocked the bullet with a saber. Is this the incarnation of a god?

You must know that it is an armor-piercing bullet for a sniper rifle, and his saber is of good quality.

And he sat there as if he was all right.

Johnson has never been so desperate.

In fact, Zhang Feng suffered a serious injury. A rib on his chest was severely damaged. It was painful to breathe slightly and his chest ups and downs, but Zhang Feng didn't care at all.

So far, he feels lucky. If the sniper aimed at Zhang Feng's head, now the guy on his shoulders would be gone.

Luckily at the same time, Zhang Feng was alive because of his ability.

The sound is much faster than the flying speed of a bullet, and Zhang Feng's reaction does not go through the brain, it is directly a muscle reaction. Hearing the sound of a gun, he can immediately determine where the target point is, at least an approximate location.

Moreover, Zhang Feng calculated the sniper’s psychology and skills. His skills were not very good. He had fired a lot of shots before, but they could not hit the same point. The bunker where Zhang Feng was located could be penetrated by five bullets. But he can't do it.

Zhang Feng shook his body from behind Johnson’s body. He would not aim at the head but the chest, because it is easier to hit from the mouth. With such a powerful lethality, as long as it hits the chest, no matter whether it hits the heart or not, he can’t live. , Because the bullet will make a big hole in the chest.

But when Zhang Feng shook his body, his speed was fast. As a result, this sniper was really like this, aiming at a bigger point, his chest.

And then it was time for luck. Zhang Feng could only place the eleven-inch-long saber on his chest side by side with three fingers, holding it firmly with both hands.

When the bullet hit the blade of the saber, the powerful impact shook Zhang Feng out and fell to the ground.

My hands were numb, and my chest hurt.

But what made Zhang Feng gratified was the quality of the saber. There was only a little scratch on the body of the knife, and it didn't hurt the blade.

The bullet was bounced away, that is, it bounced.

"I won't say it, kill me!" Johnson knew that he could not die, because of gold, if he died, they would not find gold.

And he knew very well that if he said it, he would really be dead.

Zhang Feng looked patient, he knew Johnson's thoughts, and he was not in a hurry.

"I will let you talk!"

Zhang Feng then said to Xu Wenhao: "Don't let him die or let him commit suicide!"

"Brother Feng, don't worry, he can't die!" Xu Wenhao said confidently.

Although Johnson's injury was serious, it was not life-threatening, and his physical fitness was very good. Xu Wenhao had already stopped the bleeding and could not die.

"Brother Feng, the villagers found it!" Fan Yongxi stepped up and said.

The judge went after the man with the remote control Gatling gun.

"Let them go!" Zhang Feng saw Fan Yongxi followed by many black people, men, women, old and young, with horrified expressions on their faces.

Fan Yongxi said: "More than ten people died, all of them did it!"

Hearing what Fan Yongxi said, Zhang Feng looked at Johnson who was lying there and suddenly thought about it and shouted outside: "Caldera!"

Caldera's huge figure came inside and hunched into the door.

"Zhang, what's the matter?" Caldera asked.

Zhang Feng said: "Bring him out! Don't hurt him."

"Yes!"

Caldera stretched out his hands and was two meters long, almost holding the bed board out.

Putting it on the open space, Zhang Feng continued: "Yongxi, call all the villages here!"

"Good!" Fan Yongxi didn't know what Feng Brother was going to do.

Yan Wang and others also watched quietly. In the matter of interrogating prisoners, a lunatic is the best way.

I don't know how he opened Johnson's mouth this time. It seems that Johnson is not a simple person.

More than a hundred panicked villagers came over, looking at the executioners lying there, all of them had a ferocious look in their eyes, but Zhang Feng and others’ pistols did not dare to mess around, even though they were Chinese. Malicious, but still be careful, it was these Chinese people who saved them.

Fan Yongxi knew that Zhang Feng was going to talk to them, and found a local person who understood English.

"Don't be afraid, we will not hurt you. We invite you to come here to punish this person. They hurt you. Then let you see how I punish him!" Zhang Feng said.

The translator was here for Zhang Feng, and the people below became agitated and were not so afraid.

Zhang Feng almost watched the scene and said to Xu Wenhao: "Tie his hands and feet and fix them on the bed. Caldera, stand him up!"

The two understood and went up and started. Johnson seemed to understand something. He couldn't say anything, he seemed to be struggling and yelling.

His mouth is full of smelly socks.

"Taking off his pants!" Zhang Feng said.

Being erected, Johnson faced the villagers.

Xu Wenhao cut his trousers with a knife, and his shocking wounds appeared, which made people unbearable to look straight. The child on the opposite side was blinded by the adult.

Women dare not look.

The villagers feel refreshed, because this is the head of the executioner who hurt their relatives.

It was cut off, a long scar, **** and bloody, because of his excitement, the intestines that had just been stuffed came out again.

Xu Wenhao has not stitched him up yet.

"The more you struggle, the better you look. Look, the intestines are all out, do you want me to ask someone to stuff it back for you?" Zhang Feng stood beside him.

Johnson stopped moving. He was right. It was futile to struggle.

"Very well, now you can decide whether you want to say it, or if you want to say it, just nod your head!" Zhang Feng said again: "I will give you another five seconds to consider!"

Johnson didn't nod his head. After five seconds, he still didn't nod his head. Zhang Feng was not in a hurry. He helped others stop him here, and the gold would fall.

Zhang Feng lit a cigarette and smoked, walked over to the villager and knelt down and said to a child: "Little guy, tell uncle, where are ants?"

The translator followed. Zhang Feng was holding a few pieces of chewing gum in his hand and looked at the little boy with a smile. The little boy was very dark, but his eyes were so bright that he was not afraid of Zhang Feng.

The little boy nodded, indicating that he knows where there are ant nests!

"Very well, this one belongs to you, it's very sweet!" Zhang Feng peeled off a piece of candy and ate it by himself. The little boy completely let go of his guard and took it with his hand. He was full of joy. Zhang Feng continued, "Can you help Am I going to catch a lot of ants? I want a lot!"

The little boy nodded again, turned around and ran away.

Zhang Feng smiled.

But Johnson finally knew what Zhang Feng was going to do. He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself down, thinking about how to survive.