Chapter 1411

Johnson didn't struggle, he just struggled in his heart, struggling infinitely. He knew that Zhang Feng had more than just a way to cure him.

After a while, the little boy came back. He was holding a large plastic bottle in his hand, which was covered with black and crushed ants. The ants were still very big. Zhang Feng was shocked at first glance and he was in a cold sweat. This is African terror. Of marching ants.

"Well, good, thank you, you are brave!"

Zhang Feng took the plastic bottle from him and gave the little boy a positive smile.

"Sir..." the little boy said.

The interpreter was given to Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng asked him: "What else do you have?"

The little boy pointed to Johnson and said, "He shot and killed my grandpa!"

"Oh..." Zhang Feng understood. Seeing that the little boy's eyes wanted revenge, he asked him: "Then what do you want?"

"I let ants bite him!" the little boy said.

Zhang Feng knew it, and smiled. A very clever little boy, knowing that he used ants to bite Johnson.

"Aren't you afraid?" Zhang Feng asked him.

The little boy said: "I'm afraid, but he killed my grandpa!"

Very honest, Zhang Feng smiled and said: "Okay, you go!"

The little boy walked to Johnson with the bottle. Johnson looked at the little boy in horror, and the plastic bottle in his hand.

He shook his head as a symbolic struggle, but it was still in vain and was directly ignored by the little boy.

The little boy looked at his wound, his hands trembled a little, he was scared, but also brave.

Everyone was watching him approaching Johnson, opening the lid of the plastic bottle, and then returning to the villagers to watch quietly.

The ant crawled out from the mouth of the bottle, smelled the smell of blood, and crawled towards the smell of blood.

"Mr. Johnson, it's too late to tell. To be honest, you don't need to suffer this!"

It is time for Zhang Feng to say such inflammatory words.

Johnson raised his eyes to look at Zhang Feng and hesitated, but it was just an ant and would not let himself die. If he said it out, he would not survive. He didn't believe that Zhang Fengming would let him go, nor would the organization Let him go.

If you want to live, you can't say it.

Zhang Feng saw what he meant from his eyes.

"Hehe, then you can slowly enjoy the power of African marching ants!"

Zhang Feng sneered and said to Xu Wenhao: "Don't let him die."

"Don't worry, Brother Feng!" Xu Wenhao said confidently.

Uh uh...

At this time, several leading ants had already climbed up on Johnson’s legs, and Johnson’s body was twitching, shake it, if you want to shake off the ants, but the more the ants are like this, the more excited they climbed to Johnson’s wound. Spreading huge teeth and biting.

Johnson’s body was shivering, several ants biting, and one of them bit a meat crumb and crawled into the bottle. The next moment a dark black army crawled out in an orderly manner, facing Johnson. went.

Johnson's eyes watched this scene in horror.

In less than half a minute, ants crawled over his wound.

This kind of sharp itching god-level feeling made Johnson enjoy. After the ants were full, they bite off his meat and transported it back to the plastic bottle.

Johnson's wounds continued to expand, but there was no bleeding. It was a miracle. Zhang Feng was thinking, how could this ant use plastic bottles as their nest all at once, and when he looked at the little boy, he suddenly understood. When I went to the ant, I came back soon, dare to believe that this ant was raised by him.

That's the African marching ants, no matter what animal they see, they don't hide from a distance.

He was better, caught and raised.

It is a little guy who dares to take revenge. This girl has a promising future. Zhang Feng looked at him with admiration. He wanted to come to Zhang Feng when he was a child and was still in the streets when he was a child. He didn't dare to play such deadly things, so he just fought. .

Twenty minutes later, Johnson’s wound had spread to his belly button, and many ants had penetrated inside. Johnson was calming himself, not struggling, and tempering his will. Zhang Feng knew that he couldn’t find it, so he wanted to pause. Let him feel a difference in whereabouts.

Then he nodded to Xu Wenhao, who took a lit cigarette and smoked the marching ants away.

The ant quickly returned to the plastic bottle. The little boy came up to cover the bottle cap. His plastic bottle was so strong that the ant could not bite it open.

Johnson could get a breath, and his body was lying on his stomach, panting heavily. He must have exhausted his will in these twenty minutes. If it weren't for the rope, he would collapse.

Zhang Feng remembered that in ancient times, a prime minister was itched to death, and Zhang Feng didn't want him to die.

Thirty seconds later, Zhang Feng said: "Mr. Johnson, let's continue!"

As Zhang Feng looked at the little boy, he came up to open the bottle cap and the ants crawled out again.

Before the ants reached Johnson, his body was trembling.

"Haha, Johnson, to be honest, if I would choose death and would not choose this kind of enjoyment, you say it, whether I will let you go or your people will not let you go, it doesn’t matter, the point is This is it, you are better off than life, don’t worry, I will let you enjoy my methods, you will not die, I have time, let’s play slowly!"

In fact, where does Zhang Feng have any time? Time is tight.

Johnson looked at Zhang Feng with vicious eyes. At this time, the ants went to his wound again. Johnson's distorted face explained his pain.

At this moment he nodded, and Zhang Feng smiled: "Very well, Mr. Johnson, you are a wise man, I can take away the things in your mouth, but if you want to bite your tongue, this is a stupid thing. , Because you can't die, my medical skills are very good!"

"If you don't tell me, I will slowly play you to death, and I can find my things without you!"

Finally Zhang Feng added a sentence, and then personally took out the smelly socks from his mouth.

Huh...cough cough cough...

Johnson exhaled heavily, coughed, and coughed up blood.

After ten seconds, he waited for his breath, then smoked away the ants, and then said: "It can be said, this is your last chance. If you don't say it, these ants will slowly turn you into a skeleton. And I will look for my things, you know that I have the ability to find it, it is only a matter of time!

"The number of ants in this bottle is very small, but a few hundred. It may take two days to turn you into a skeleton!"

"I said, I said..." Johnson said again and again, and now he has lost his initial hardiness, and it takes only half an hour.

Zhang Feng smiled: "Give Mr. Johnson a little water and take a sheet to cover Mr. Johnson's wound!"