Chapter 832: I Think...

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That night, two trucks drove one after the other to the area of ​​Mexico City, heading straight to the border.

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"Tyron, I..." Caldera said hesitantly.

At night, the moonlight is too faint, and the light coming in through the ventilating head is very small. The entire container was pitch black, and Zhang Feng couldn't see Caldera's expression at the moment.

The expression on Caldera's face at the moment is very wonderful, his facial features are almost pulling together, and there is a trace of embarrassment in his eyes.

Zhang Feng heard his hesitation and said: "There is something to say, there is fart."

"Puff...Puff." Like a series of machine gun farts suddenly sounded, a pungent smell suddenly filled the cramped space of the container.

"Fuck, do you really have a fart? Damn it, I'm so stinky." Zhang Feng was taken aback, then cursed.

He really didn't expect this foolish guy to have a fart. Quickly stood up, moved to the vent, and took a few breaths of the incoming air.

"Tyron, I...I think..." Caldera said hesitantly.

"My ancestor, just say what you want to do. Haw Mo is like an old lady." Zhang Feng said angrily.

"I want to shit..." Caldera finally said what he wanted to do.

Zhang Feng almost fell to the ground.

Not counting a fart just now, I actually want to shit!

Zhang Feng can't wait to pee and choke this idiot. But there is no way to control everything, not **** and fart.

Waving helplessly, he said, "Lalala...hurry up..."

Caldera, who got permission, couldn't hold back anymore, took off his pants quickly, "pupupu......"

The smell of **** suddenly spread in the narrow and cramped container, and Zhang Feng's smoked face turned green, but there was no way at all.

He could only get as close to the vent as possible, and now he knew how refreshing it was to breathe in the haze of Kyoto.

Caldera's **** was definitely big poop, and it took three minutes for it to stop.

Zhang Feng suddenly remembered how the nasty and funny nursery rhymes when he was a child describe shit, stepping on both sides of the Yellow River, holding secret documents in his hand, shooting with machine guns in front, and gunfire behind...

"Tyron...I..." Caldera was hesitant to speak again.

Zhang Feng has a feeling now, that is, if the old lady falls down and doesn't help, just convince him.

"The fart is released, the **** is also pulled, what do you want? My ancestor."

"There is no paper," Caldera said with a twist.

Zhang Feng rolled his eyes for a while, and said angrily: "Without paper, don't you have any clothes? Take off your clothes and wipe your buttocks. There is something special. You need to ask me."

He regrets it a little bit now. What he bought is not a thug, but a special uncle, and he has to ask himself for big things.

Caldera did so, took off his coat and wiped his **** clean.

After he was done, he shrank into the corner away from his shit.

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Annoyed that the remaining few days would be spent in such a shit-filled space, Zhang Feng, who was aggrieved, suddenly felt shocked.

His hearing is far better than that of ordinary people, so he heard sounds that other people did not hear.

The roar of the car engine, the sound is definitely modified, the rhythm of the roar, driving at full speed. And he is constantly approaching his current truck.

The position of the moon can be seen through the vent, and the time should be midnight.

It can be judged that the car is stable without any bumps and is now driving on the highway.

In the middle of the night, there was a car approaching at full speed. He didn't think it was a good thing, especially in Mexico, where gangs were most rampant.

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Two jeeps, as Zhang Feng had expected, were quickly approaching the truck where Zhang Feng was.

A few minutes later, Waltz received a report, "Captain, two cars are approaching us."

Waltz did not ride in a truck, but sat in the lead car, which was a black SUV.

Hearing the report, he immediately ordered: "You now slow down immediately, and test what is going on with the other party."

The last car in the convoy was a black car, which immediately started to slow down after hearing Waltz's order.

Just as the car and two jeeps were going to pass by, the windows of the jeep were suddenly lowered, and the black barrels of guns were stretched out.

The driver of the car responded very quickly, shouting at the walkie-talkie: "Attack!" He slammed on the brakes.

The barrel of the jeep protruding from the window suddenly fired, the muzzle of fireworks was extremely gorgeous in the dark, and the burst of gunfire suddenly sounded.

The bullet madly hit the car body.

Fortunately, the driver of the car reacted quickly and braked in time, causing the car to slow down suddenly.

Two jeeps rushed forward like swords.

Waltz's brows are almost twisted together. What is the identity of the opponent and why should he attack his own convoy?

But now there is no time to think about these things. These experimental subjects, especially Zhang Feng and Caldera, must be safely returned to the organization, otherwise Zhang Feng's plan will not be implemented.

In that case, everything will be empty.

Immediately through the intercom, the cold voice commanded: "The truck speeds up, and the other vehicles will kill them for me."

The car that had just braked suddenly blasted the throttle to the end this time and quickly caught up.

The vehicle in which the Waltz was riding, and another car, both drove to both sides of the road, giving up the middle of the road to the truck.

The two trucks immediately began to accelerate, passing quickly. The two cars merged into the middle of the road again, blocking the road.

Although trapped in the carriage, Zhang Feng could hear the gunshots very clearly. His brows were twisted together tightly.

I thought I would be able to reach the United States smoothly and enter Area 51. But I didn't expect to encounter such a thing before leaving Mexico.

This exceeded his expectations.

Now trapped in the carriage, Zhang Feng can't do anything even if he wants to do it, and can only wait for the final result.

Two jeeps, sandwiched between the front and back of three cars. But the people in the car are very fierce, and all the windows of the car are down.

Along the window, a handful of automatic rifles stretched out and fired wildly.

The three cars of the Waltz team are all modified and equipped with bulletproof glass. But bulletproof glass has its limits, and it can be shattered by bullets.

Waltz's face was gloomy and very ugly, and he said solemnly: "Fight back! Get rid of them quickly."

He knew very well in his heart that it must be resolved as soon as possible, otherwise the Mexican officials would be alarmed. It will be really difficult to leave Mexico at that time.