Yang Feng held his breath and tried to keep himself calm.

Now that you have found out, you must not sit idly by, and you must find a way to subdue the two people!

The curtains were all drawn, and it was impossible to judge where the two foreigners were in the house, and it was impossible to tell how many guns they had in their hands, and if they broke in, they would probably put themselves in a disadvantageous position.

Yang Feng squatted under the window, thinking of countermeasures, but there was no good way for a while.

Suddenly, Yang Feng saw a small building in the corner of the courtyard, it was a toilet, and every household in the countryside had a toilet in the yard.

Yang Feng's eyes lit up, and he decided to go to the toilet and wait for the rabbit.

The two foreigners drank so much alcohol at night that he couldn't believe that they didn't go to the toilet that night.

Thinking about it, Yang Feng walked to the back of the toilet slowly and hid in.

He had already thought that as long as the lights in the house were on, he would wait, and when the lights in the house went out, it would mean that they were sleeping, and then he would think of another way.

Minutes and seconds passed.

It was already late autumn and the weather was exceptionally cold at night, but fortunately, Yang Feng had a good physique, and he had also received cold training before, but he felt cold in his hands and feet.

Waited for about an hour.

Bang! The door to the house suddenly opened.

A foreigner walked back from the house and staggered towards the toilet.

Yang Feng held his breath, and when he walked in, he saw that it was the white man.

It's close!

Yang Feng suddenly rushed out like a cheetah, punched the white man directly in the abdomen, and at the same time covered the outsider's mouth with the other hand, his fist turned into a palm, and a hand knife hit the white man's neck.

The white man fainted.

Yang Feng slowly lowered him to the ground and groped around his body, but did not find the pistol.

Since it is not in this white man, it must be in the black man.

Yang Feng looked serious, took off his coat, tied the white man's arms, and then quietly walked towards the house.

Because the white man came out in a hurry, the door was not closed.

Yang Feng didn't hesitate, rushed in directly, and then saw the black man sitting on the kang, holding a bottle of red wine in his hand, still drinking.

And next to him was an M9A1 semi-automatic pistol, the black muzzle of which was cold.

The M9A1 is an American piece of equipment that is very popular internationally.

Seeing that it was Yang Feng, the black man named George changed his face drastically, and subconsciously wanted to take the pistol beside him.

Where would Yang Feng give him a chance, he picked up a stool next to him and threw it over, and his body rushed over.

George dodged sideways.

At this moment, Yang Feng had already come to him, and the speed was astonishing.

George's swarthy face instantly changed color, and he glanced at Yang Feng in disbelief, and then raised his two arms to resist Yang Feng's fist.

A sour feeling came from his arm, and George's face was even more shocked, as if he didn't expect Yang Feng's strength to be so great.

After Yang Feng threw a punch, he hurriedly grabbed the M9A1 semi-automatic pistol on the kang.

George was unwilling to let Yang Feng succeed, and kicked the pistol into the corner of the fire kang with a kick of his leg.

Then the fist swung towards Yang Feng.

Yang Feng dodged and raised his leg to kick sideways.

The two fought along the edge of the kang.

Yang Feng's face was heavy, and after a few rounds, he found that this black man was still extremely difficult, and the moves he used were also martial arts, which were the standard fighting techniques of foreign special forces.

However, for Yang Feng, although it is tricky, it is not a problem.

After so many years of immersion in his martial arts, coupled with the tricks he learned from Thunder, he had already reached another realm, otherwise he would not have been able to defeat Mu Xiaoyun twice.

You must know that Mu Xiaoyun's fighting skills are second only to Long Qianjun in the Dragon Weapon Special Forces.

As the intensity of the fight continued to increase, George gradually lost the upper hand, and his face gradually became anxious.

The fighting skills can't be beaten, and the only way to defeat Yang Feng is the M9A1 semi-automatic pistol that was kicked into the corner.

Thinking of this, George glanced at the pistol in the corner.

Yang Feng keenly discovered his intentions, jumped onto the kang in one step, and ran towards the location of the pistol.

As soon as he took a step, he was intercepted by a leg sweep from George, and at the same time George jumped onto the kang and rushed towards the pistol position.

Yang Feng jumped up and hugged George's legs with both hands, stopping him from moving forward.

Once again, the two were entangled.

Finally, George couldn't parry Yang Feng's fierce attack, and was accidentally punched in the face by Yang Feng, and his head was dizzy.

Yang Feng didn't give him another chance, he directly knocked him out, found a rag from the house, and tied George up.

Then Yang Feng dragged the white man into the house, tied him up with George, and then took the M9A1 and left the yard.

He wasn't worried about the two of them waking up and breaking free, because he was using the army's standard bondage technique, which was absolutely firm.

At this time, the whole village was plunged into darkness, and the people of the village had already fallen asleep.

As a last resort, Yang Feng could only wake up a family, and after asking the location of the village chief's house, he woke up the village chief.

Yang Feng borrowed a phone from the village chief and called the police directly.

Half an hour later, the police arrived at the village and arrested two foreigners.

And Yang Feng also followed the police back to the police station to make a confession and identify himself.

After that, the police sent Yang Feng to the vicinity of the bar, and Yang Feng found the military off-road car and drove back to the barracks.

By the time I got back to the barracks, it was already about four o'clock in the morning.

And Long Qianjun's office is still lit up.

Yang Feng frowned, he didn't expect Captain Long to still work so late.

Thinking of seeing Long Qianjun's tired face this morning, it is normal to think that this kind of work intensity is also normal.

Yang Feng couldn't help but feel a sense of respect in his heart, and he didn't know why he walked outside the office building.

After thinking for a while, Yang Feng walked into the office building and knocked on Long Qianjun's office.

"Enter!" Long Qianjun's voice came from the office.

"Captain." Yang Feng walked into the office.

Long Qianjun seemed a little surprised when he saw that it was Yang Feng, glanced out of the door, and wondered, "Where is Xiaoyun?" ”

"On her mother's side." Yang Feng said.

"What? Have you seen Tang Lan? Long Qianjun was a little surprised.

"Hmm." Yang Feng nodded, "Are you familiar with Aunt Tang Lan?" ”

"Hey." Long Qianjun sighed deeply, "Presumably you also know about Mu Xiaoyun." ”

Yang Feng nodded.

"Mu Feng and I used to be comrades-in-arms, but later he died during a mission, and asked me to take care of their mother and daughter before he died." Long Qianjun said, falling into deep memories.

Yang Feng felt this sad emotion, and his mood couldn't help but feel sad.

As a soldier, there is nothing more painful than watching your comrades die in front of your eyes, but you can't do anything about it.

This kind of pain is like a thousand arrows piercing the heart!