"Looks like this city is no longer working, young man, there's a stronghold of Chinese agents nearby that can help us. I'm going to go there now, do you want to come along?"

The coffee shop owner said as he smoked a cigar while looking at the cold wind.

"Nope. Leng Feng smiled and shook his head.

How could he possibly go to the agents' stronghold, after all, he would most likely be recognized by those agents.

It was impossible for Long Hui not to order people to pay attention to his tracks, so he couldn't casually expose himself to people related to Huaxia.

"Are you sure?" the boss asked again.

Leng Feng exhaled and said, "Thank you for your kindness, but I have the ability to protect myself, so I won't go to the stronghold with you." ”

"Alright then, I'm not going to force it. The boss picked up the shotgun on the table, and then said to the cold wind, "Take care, young man." ”

"Take care. Leng Feng nodded.

The boss walked out of the coffee shop in a dashing manner, leaving the cold wind with a drag on his back.

There was a shootout on the street, and he walked out with a gun in such a dashing manner, which is not ordinary.

Leng Feng looked at his back and was also drunk, and then suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly shouted to the bar owner: "Hey, you don't want anything here?"

"No, it's not bad money. The coffee shop owner said without looking back.

"Tut-tut. Leng Feng couldn't help but smile, this boss is really chic.

War had broken out in the streets, explosions and gunfire had already enveloped the city, and the cold wind exhaled, it was time for him to leave.

Leng Feng had thought that he would encounter many things during his journey, but he didn't expect to encounter a war, which was not what he wanted to see.

After all, he wanted to travel, not to fight.

What's more, he has lost his abilities, and his physical condition is not much different from that of ordinary people.

Leng Feng carried his guitar on his back and left the coffee shop with his backpack on his back.

On the streets, more than half of the policemen who were fighting the militants had already been killed, and some policemen even dropped their guns and ran, not daring to participate in the war again.

After all, these militants are well-armed, and those of them who work as policemen only have ordinary pistols, and they are only equipped with a magazine, which is not enough to fight at all.

The owner of the coffee shop disappeared as soon as he went out, probably bypassing the battlefield and rushing directly to the stronghold.

Leng Feng walked outside the coffee shop, glanced around, and walked to a black sedan parked on the side of the road.

He intends to leave the city first and then look for a way to leave the country.

Leng Feng regretted why he came to Nigeria, these countries in Africa seem to have never been peaceful, and it was useless to come, and they couldn't travel at all.

The militants were fighting fiercely with the police, not paying much attention to the civilians around them.

Residents in the neighborhood hid in their homes and did not dare to go out, and the sound of gunfire and explosions made them tremble and pray.

But prayer is useless, God can't save them, only the police and the army can save them, but now the police are gone, and the army doesn't even have a shadow.

Leng Feng threw his guitar and backpack into the passenger seat, then sat in the car and quickly started the car.

He didn't want to stay here for a second, he was tired of fighting, he just wanted to travel quietly.

This war will affect the Huaxia people, but Leng Feng doesn't bother to pay attention to it, he doesn't want to have any indirect connection with Long Hui.

Because there will definitely be news coverage of this war, Cold Wind doesn't want to appear in the news.

He finally got rid of everyone's tracking, but he didn't want to be exposed again.

When the car started, Leng Feng realized that the nearby police had been defeated, running to death, and the militants had taken over the street.

And on the streets, except for the militants, he was left alone.

"Holy?"

Leng Feng hurriedly put the car into gear, and when he was about to step on the accelerator, several armed men with guns were already standing in front of him, and they all pointed their guns at Leng Feng and shouted for him to stop.

And a militant came to the driver's seat, pointed a gun at Leng Feng's head, chirping crookedly not knowing what he was talking about.

Feeling the muzzle of the gun on his head, Leng Feng pouted unpleasantly, and then turned his head to look at the militants standing next to the car.

I saw that this thing was holding an AK47, and his mouth kept chirping crookedly in a language that Leng Feng couldn't understand.

The atmosphere at the scene seemed to be very tense, these people would shoot at any time, and Cold Wind had no wings, once the other party fired, even if he reacted quickly, but in the case of his body speed could not keep up, he would only be killed.

"Hoo ......"

Leng Feng exhaled, then slowly raised his hands.

Seeing Leng Feng raise his hand, the militants standing next to him relaxed their vigilance a little.

And taking advantage of the opportunity for him to relax his vigilance, Leng Feng stretched out his left hand, grabbed his head tightly, and then said in a deep voice: "Impact!"

"Boom!"

A fluctuation of the air was heard, and the militants who were grabbed by the cold wind trembled all over, and the gun in their hands fell to the ground.

Leng Feng let go of his hand, and the man's body also collapsed to the ground, the whole person was bleeding, his eyes were rolling, and his death was extremely miserable.

And before the militants in front could react, Leng Feng stepped on the accelerator hard and started the car.

Leng Feng didn't intend to hit the steering wheel, he planned to kill those in front of him directly.

Zhang Yinghan has broken up with him, so there is no need for him to continue to be a good person, he will kill when he deserves, and everything will be as he pleases.

He also knows very well that he is not a good person.

If he didn't kill people, then he couldn't stay in this world at all.

For example, now, if he doesn't kill people, then these militants will kill him, it's as simple as that.

In this world, the law of the jungle is the strong, and good people are often the most vulnerable.

By the time the militants reacted, the cold wind car had already come to them, and the front of the car slammed into them, knocking them all out in an instant.

The cold wind can step on the accelerator to the end, and even the stranger may not be able to withstand this impact.

The militants who were knocked into the air did not even let out a scream, and just fainted.

And the nearby militants raised their guns one after another and fired at Leng Feng's car.

Leng Feng hurriedly turned the steering wheel to the left and drove the car onto another street.

The bullet only hit the body and did not hurt the cold wind.

The car was moving fast, and the sound of gunfire and explosions still echoed in the city, and the cold wind kept telling him that he could not stay in the city any longer.

However, he had a very bad premonition in his heart.

His hunch had always been accurate, and it was clear that there were many big things to come.

Cold Wind doesn't have a gun in his hand, and his only weapon is a mechanical glove in his left hand, but this glove has a limit, and it can only be used once in five seconds.

In other words, he must ensure his own safety every time he uses it.

Fighting can be seen everywhere in the city, and only the cold wind is still driving on the streets, and all civilians are hiding in their homes for fear that they will be shot.

And these militants are like killing red-eyed, basically killing anyone they see, regardless of whether the other party is a police officer or a civilian.

Leng Feng frowned, he found that many roads in the vicinity had been closed, and if he forced his way through, there would be only one dead end.

The militants cleverly blocked the road and prevented any vehicles from passing through.

"Damn!" Leng Feng scolded, then pressed on his sunglasses, turned on the satellite map, and searched for passable roads.

But at this moment, Leng Feng suddenly noticed that there were two militants holding RPGs in front of him, and they were already aiming in his direction.

Leng Feng suddenly gasped, quickly took the backpack and guitar in the passenger seat, and then kicked open the door of the cab and jumped out of the car.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, two rockets flew towards his car.

The cold wind almost crawled forward and ran into a clothing store.

"Boom !!"

As soon as he entered the clothing store, the car he was driving exploded, and the heat emitted by the explosion shattered all the glass of the clothing store, and the cold wind was also knocked to the ground, and several cuts were made in his hands.

Luckily, his guitar wasn't hurt in any way, just got a lot of dust on it.

The cold wind that fell to the ground cursed secretly, picked up the guitar and backpack and ran forward.

The clothing store has a back door through which he can leave.

Leng Feng didn't have any weapons on his hands except mechanical gloves, and the range of the impact was only five meters away, and if he exchanged fire with the militants, he would be looking for death.

"Bang bang ......"

The gunshots rang out again, and Cold Wind could feel bullets flying in his direction.

Almost instinctively, the cold wind threw itself to the ground, dodging enemy fire.

The bullet flew past his head, scaring him into a cold sweat.

Leng Feng looked back and saw three militants walking in his direction, and the AK47s in their hands were smoking.

Their shooting continued, and the cold wind quickly rolled to the left, out of their range.

The militants were approaching, and Leng Feng didn't have any weapons in his hand that could be used for long-range attacks, so he could only dodge helplessly, but he couldn't fight back.

At this time, Leng Feng's heart was full of grievances, how brilliant he used to be, but now he has fallen to the point of being chased and beaten by ordinary people.

Leng Feng didn't have time to pick up his guitar and backpack, so he hid behind some clothes, waiting for the militants to approach before counterattacking.

Just wait for these people to come within five meters, and the cold wind can send them to Jesus for tea!

However, just as the three militants were about to walk into the clothing store, three black shadows suddenly flew towards their heads.

"Snort!"

Almost at the same time, they had three more arrows in their heads, all black.

Seeing the arrows stuck in the heads of these militants, Leng Feng suddenly thought of someone.

Dragon Team Captain Hong Taek-hyun!