Chapter 833: I Still Want...

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"Tyron, what's going on outside?" Caldera also heard the gunshots and looked at Zhang Feng and asked.

Zhang Feng shook his head slightly, and said, "The ghost knows what's going on."

He is also very anxious in his heart now, once there is stubbornness, all his preparations for such a long time will be lost.

There must be some time wasted before planning, and there is still uncertainty about how much it will cost.

However, from the strength of the gunfire, it can be judged that his current position is getting farther and farther from the shooting point. This is good news, indicating that the car he is in is leaving the range of combat coverage.

The rest can only be solved by Waltz.

The bulletproof glass was finally overwhelmed and was directly penetrated, and the bullet shot directly on the driver's head.

The powerful power directly lifted half of the driver's head, mixing the brain and blood, splashing the waltz's face.

He didn't have time to appreciate the taste of this mixture, and quickly reached out his hand on the steering wheel to stabilize the body that was about to lose control and had already begun to shake again.

Braving his body, he opened the door of the driver's seat and kicked the driver who was already dead and could no longer die, and he sat in the driver's seat.

The two jeeps were not much better, and the two people in one of the cars were directly killed by the two jeeps.

The body is full of bullet holes, but the opponent seems to be crazy, and he still rushes forward regardless of the situation.

Waltz hasn't figured out why these people are like dead dogs, biting themselves frantically, it is meaningless?

But now he has no way to understand, the only thing he can do is to kill the opponent as soon as possible.

He madly lit the brakes, causing the rear of the SUV to hit the front of the jeep.

The rear bumper had been hit and flew, and he still ignored it at all.

After a few hits, he slammed the steering wheel and the body suddenly moved away. The jeep behind accelerated rushed up.

At this time, Waltz slammed the steering wheel back again, and the front of the car was bitten on the side of the jeep.

The speed of both sides is maintained at about one hundred and five, such a speed makes the body inherently unstable. The jeep was so vicious that it suddenly lost its balance.

The body rolled directly laterally, rolling unstoppable on the ground, a series of sparks splashed out, and finally hit the barrier barrier before it barely stopped. The body was buckled upside down on the road, and it was completely deformed.

The last remaining Jeep, also after a few minutes of struggling, had its direct fuel tank penetrated by a bullet, causing a violent explosion, and the whole car suddenly turned into a fireball.

When the opponent was finally resolved, Waltz immediately ordered: "Go ahead at full speed and catch up with the truck immediately. And immediately get in touch with the organization and let them assist us through the border."

Waltz knew in his heart that it was impossible for the Mexican government to hide the troubles so much.

At that time, a card will inevitably be set up at the border to block the convoy. Under such circumstances, it is basically impossible to leave the country.

Therefore, it is necessary to organize an event to let the Mexican official release it.

Caldera could not hear the gunshots, but Zhang Feng only heard the gunshots dying. The breath that he kept in his heart finally let go.

It seems that this time the trouble has been resolved.

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The jeep buckled on the highway was blazing fire. The oil from the fuel tank was already burning, and the whole car was about to explode soon.

From the deformed car window, a person like a blood gourd crawled out.

Bloody hands, scratching the ground, slowly crawled towards the distance, when he climbed out about ten meters away, the car suddenly exploded.

The man slowly stretched his hand into his pocket and took out the phone.

The screen of the phone was broken into spider patterns, he tried it, and it was still usable.

He dialed out a number, and it was quickly connected. As he spoke, blood was splashing out of his mouth, "Boss, young master...it was not rescued...cough...the license plate number is..."

When he read the last number of the license plate number with difficulty, a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organs spurted out, and the whole person fell to the ground.

The phone with the screen on also hung up.

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Waltz did not know that in the experiment he caught this time, there was a twenty-year-old young man who was the son of the leader of the largest gangster in Mexico City.

It was also the party leader who knew that he had too many enemies, so he fostered his only son with other people. Apart from him and his confidantes, no one knew of the existence of this child.

What he didn't expect was that his actions to protect his son caused Waltz's subordinates to think that they were just ordinary people's children when they were investigating.

After the party leader discovered that his son was missing, he immediately investigated, and just locked the warehouse at the Waltz station.

After rushing to the building, I found that someone had gone to the building. Through some means, he was transferred to the traffic monitoring. When he found the waltz convoy, he immediately sent people to catch up and prepare to rescue.

The final result was that of the two vehicles sent, eight people in total, none of them survived, all died.

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Waltz quickly received an organizational reply. The latter paid great attention to Zhang Feng and Caldera and told Waltz that as long as the convoy can be brought to the border smoothly, someone will respond.

Hearing this news, Waltz breathed a long sigh of relief.

Respond? Waltz knows that those who respond must be members of the military. When the time comes, Mexican officials will not let go of people even if they want to, because they still don't have the strength to compete with the United States.

None of these things have anything to do with Zhang Feng in the container. He now has one idea, which is to let Caldera stick to his own shit.

Wow, the last **** was hot, but now he is going to **** again!

Don't mention too much regret in Zhang Feng's heart. He had to get so much food for then. If it weren't for the food so well, Caldera's **** wouldn't be so smelly!

"Tyron..." Caldera wanted to speak guiltily.

Zhang Feng interrupted him directly and said: "Come on, shut your mouth quickly. I know what you want to say, is there any use to apologize? Don't say anything that is not nutritious."

Caldera closed his mouth obediently, and he was also aggrieved. He didn't want to shit, but he couldn't hold back when he had reached the exit.

But let alone, after the **** is over, the body suddenly feels a lot easier.