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With the gun in his hand, the smile on Zhang Feng's face became brighter and brighter. It could even be described as bright.

Compared with Zhang Feng, General Brownie's expression was completely two extremes, his face pale and not even a little bloody. The expression was solidified on his face, his body was shaking like chaff, sweat covered his forehead.

The pistol was spinning around in Zhang Feng's hands, like a dancing wizard.

It stopped abruptly, and the gun was aimed at Brownie who was close at hand.

Brownie's trembling body retreated suddenly, but he just got up from the sofa, there is no room to retreat behind, and fell directly on the sofa.

"Hey." Zhang Feng sneered twice, and smiled at Brownie: "General Brownie, I didn't expect you to have such a good product. Tsk tsk, if I am not mistaken, this pistol is It’s a young age, let’s take a look at the polished texture, it’s hand polished, and this rifling is definitely from a master gunner. The general is really extraordinary, and the handwriting is different."

Brownie was startled. He didn't know what Zhang Feng meant by saying this. He could only reluctantly echoed it twice, but his eyes fixed on Zhang Feng's finger on the trigger.

He now fully understands what it's like to be pointed at someone with a gun and being pointed at with 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? Yoyo, don't forget that we are now a cooperative relationship, isn't it? General, you want to give me a meeting gift?" Zhang Feng raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.

"Yes...yes, I just...want to give you a meeting gift, a meeting gift." Brownie heard Zhang Feng's words and could only go down the donkey, but his tongue was knotted because of fear, and his words were not good Cable.

"Is that right? I think you, general, must also want to give me this gun as a meeting gift, or else you still want to kill me? Hahahaha..." Zhang Feng laughed and thrust the pistol in. In his waist.

Upon seeing it, Brownie raised his hand tremblingly, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

There was a faint luck in his heart, but he also understood what the situation was like, and it was clear to him why Zhang Feng didn't kill him.

The reason why Zhang Feng didn't kill him is very simple. Brownie still has utility. Living brownie is more useful than dead one.

Isn't it a waste to kill him now? Even waste can be reused.

However, for the Brownie who wants to kill himself, Zhang Feng's must-have character, of course, cannot be easily let go.

Capital offenses can be avoided for the time being, but living offenses are absolutely inevitable!

He smiled and said, "I am very grateful to the general for the gift you gave me. As a partner, I naturally give back to the general, but what? I don't have any difficult gifts on my body now, I can only borrow flowers to offer Buddha."

With that, he picked up a 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 medicine was sold in Zhang Feng's gourd.

"Come on, for our cooperation, cheers."

Zhang Feng picked up another bottle of vodka on the table, flicked his finger, and the cork flew far away.

Self-consciously touched a bottle with General Brownie, and with the crisp sound, Zhang Feng raised the bottle and stuffed it into his mouth, taking two mouthfuls.

Upon seeing this, Brownie also blew into the bottle, hot vodka. Without the dilution of ice, it enters into the throat, as if a ball of flame burst open.

Burning the esophagus into the stomach, it is more like a mass of flames, burning fiercely.

Brownie resisted the discomfort, his eyes fixed on Zhang Feng, as long as the latter put the bottle down, he could also put it down.

Soon, Zhang Feng took two sips before putting down the bottle.

Upon seeing this, Brownie just wanted to put down the wine bottle, but did not expect Zhang Feng to directly lift his hand to support the bottom of the bottle, lift it slightly, and pour the spicy vodka into Brownie's throat.

Brownie's face was flushed, like a monkey's butt, his head leaned back slightly, but Zhang Feng pushed the wine bottle and inserted it deeper into his mouth.

Zhang Feng even more cheerfully said: "General Brownie, I like to accept the gift you gave me. Don't you like the gift I gave you?... I think you will definitely like it. Really? If you like it, you have to kill it. Ha ha ha, yes yes yes, that's it, we are a cooperative relationship!"

Brownie now wants to die.

The wine bottle was inserted deeper and deeper, already in his throat. The vomiting sensation caused by stirring his throat, coupled with the hot sensation of spicy vodka, made him feel that life is better than death.

When the bottle bottomed out, a pound of vodka was poured into Brownie's stomach.

In this way, Zhang Feng suddenly pulled out the wine bottle and threw it aside at random.

"Ahem."

General Brownie fell to the ground all of a sudden, coughing desperately, not retching, but could not vomit anything.

One of his face was flushed like a monkey butt, and scarlet bloodshot slowly appeared in his eyes.

After coughing for a long time, almost coughing out his lungs, Brownie eased slightly and sat on the sofa again.

His Yu Guang glanced at Zhang Feng, who was sitting on the side with his feet on the coffee table. The latter still had a faint smile on his face.

A deep fear suddenly rose in his heart.

Even if you really wait for the rescuer, can you really save yourself alive from this perverted hand?

A thick suspicion rose in Brownie's heart.

Zhang Feng didn't say anything, the next thing to do is to wait.

It depends on whether they can find Tom and get the data from his hand.

Although this kind of waiting is a bit of gambling, other than that, Zhang Feng has no better way. It is impossible to find Tom by his personal power.

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In the cramped dark room, Tom's eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and the progress bar for copying data had reached the 99% 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 he ventured out midway, killed a soldier of the Mi Army, and carried the corpse into the room.

He quickly pulled out the blood-stained uniform of the soldier and put it on his body, and took out a silver metal test tube from the original clothes. The length is about the same as a cigarette.

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