My Peerless Beauty President

Zhang Chenfeng told Long Tianxing the ins and outs of the matter in detail.

Although Zhang Chenfeng and Long Tianxing hadn't been in touch for a long time, and Zhang Chenfeng had been unwilling to return to the army before, but because he came to Tianzhou to perform a mission this time, Zhang Chenfeng had already returned by default.

On the surface, they have a relationship between a leader and a subordinate, but their actual relationship has long been as close as brothers.

Long Tianxing knew that Zhang Chenfeng would never ask for help easily, at this time he asked himself for help, the situation must be much more urgent than what he said.

Long Tianxing pondered for a while, and said slowly: "It's too late to send Brother Guilong there, I'll find another way for you."

Hearing this, Zhang Chenfeng's heart sank. It seemed that it was impossible for Long Lao to mobilize enough manpower in such a short period of time.

For the rest, I can only rely on Zhang Chenfeng's strength, do my best, and obey the destiny.

"My ace team just happened to go to Jianghai City to deal with an urgent task. I'm afraid they won't be able to arrive in time. You have to hold on."

Long Tianxing's tone was also low, with a trace of worry in it. The power of the killer group this time, in the eyes of anyone, is a sharp knife that rips the heart out.

Without too many pleasantries, the two hung up the phone.

In the following time, Zhang Chenfeng was quietly in the garden, waiting for the slow maturity of the Seven Soul Purple Sun Grass and the arrival of the support forces mobilized by Long Tianxing.

However, Zhang Chenfeng in the villa probably couldn't have imagined that in less than 15 minutes after he hung up the phone, there were scenes of bloody scenes in every corner of Tianzhou City.

In the presidential/presidential suite of a high-end five-star hotel, a man in his early twenties was sitting by the bed, admiring the superb figure of two mixed-race beauties who were lying side by side on the bed.

The expressions of the two beauties were extremely seductive, and they slightly hooked their fingers towards the man. The corner of the man's mouth was raised, revealing an evil smile, and he got up and untied the belt.

At this moment, the phone in his pants vibrated suddenly.

The man frowned and took out his mobile phone. After seeing the information on the mobile phone, his slutty expression disappeared. He grabbed the suit jacket beside him and rushed out of the door.

The mixed-race sisters looked at each other with shock on their faces, and said in unison: "Xie Te!"

At the same time, in the kitchen of a large restaurant, a chef wearing a tall hat was frying the delicacies in the pot, and the flames in the stove were as high as one foot.

Ringing, ringing, the phone next to the stove rang.

The chef picked it up and looked at it with an extremely solemn expression. He held back the half-cooked dish, grabbed the iron spoon, and ran away.

In a university classroom, a middle-aged teacher with glasses on the bridge of his nose was vividly narrating the important ideas of the Three Represents in Deng Xiaoping Theory when he suddenly felt a shock on the podium.

Picking up the mobile phone and looking at it, the teacher immediately threw away the glasses on the bridge of the nose, and said to the students who were full of teachers, "Leave get out of class early."

Before the words fell, he left quickly.

At the same time, more than a dozen people with various occupations and various clothes, driving trucks, super sports cars, private cars, and even rickshaws and electric bicycles, all headed towards the same place, rushing at high speed.

About half an hour later, these people broke into the Mingyuewan community one after another and stopped in front of the No. [-] villa.

Zhang Chenfeng was waiting in the garden for the Seven Soul Ziyang Grass to mature. Seeing the strange faces that suddenly walked in, he opened his mouth wide, as if his jaw would drop in surprise.

"Hello, Brother Zhang."

As soon as these people got out of the car, they stood in a row in unison, saluted Zhang Chenfeng respectfully, and spoke in a uniform voice.

Among these people are programmers, excavator masters, teachers, cleaners, playboys, gangsters, and even a tall, enchanting, sweet-looking little nanny in a pink and white maid outfit...

Zhang Chenfeng suddenly felt the chrysanthemum tighten, and felt a chilling feeling of being poured all over his body with cold water.

He never expected that the backup force mobilized by Long Tianxing would appear in this way.

However, besides the deep friendship between the two, the extraordinary status of the old man of the Xu family also played a large part in forcing Long Tian, ​​who has always been calm and cautious in his work, to take this step.

"Hi Brother Zhang, I'm the captain of the action team. You can call me Lao Hui. As soon as I received instructions from my superiors, I summoned all the members stationed in various places in Tianzhou City."

This man named Lao Hui, about 30 years old, dressed as a chef, with a very easy-going face, is a very ordinary existence in the crowd.

However, with Zhang Chenfeng's keen intuition, it is not difficult to find that Lao Hui's body is exuding a fierce aura, with calm and restrained eyes, he is obviously a practitioner with extraordinary skills.

In fact, every major city in China has action teams dispatched by the National Security Bureau. Their responsibilities are similar to agents, and they are no different from ordinary people. Only when they really receive tasks from their superiors will they reveal their original identities.

Each of them is an elite who has been professionally trained. Their strength is much stronger than that of the police and ordinary special forces soldiers, but they are weaker than the members of the Ghost Dragon Squad.

"Brother Zhang, if you have any missions, just tell me. The brothers have long been looking forward to making achievements in Tianzhou City. I didn't expect to be able to fight side by side with you this time."

Lao Hui looked extremely excited.

Everyone in the action team has more or less heard of the legendary deeds about the magic dragon Zhang Chenfeng.

This time, they were able to fight side by side with a generation of soldier kings standing on the altar. Everyone in the action team couldn't hide their excitement.

At the same time, the task that the Ghost Dragon Team can take over must be extremely dangerous, and they are inevitably very nervous and worried.

"Everyone has worked hard. It is a great honor for me, Zhang Chenfeng, to fight side by side this time. Time is tight. Let me explain the specifics of this mission first..."

Zhang Chenfeng nodded his head slightly, his eyes swept over everyone present one by one, he encouraged them first, and then explained to them the next task and the opponent he would face in detail.

Everyone who was originally excited, when they heard that the enemies they were about to face included five killers at the level of soldier kings, especially the king of killers ranked in the world, they all looked dignified, and some people even showed a trace of excitement in their eyes. The look of fear, but this look is fleeting.

"The action team has been established for three years, and has carried out thirteen missions, all of which have been completed. There is no word retreat in our dictionary."

There was a determined look on Lao Hui's face, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth symbolized his pride as the leader of the action team and his incomparable trust in his comrades.

"Old Hui is right. Soldiers only want to defend their home and country, and obey the orders of their superiors. They have nothing else to do. Those bastards who kill foreigners want to run wild in Tianzhou City, what the fuck. "

A young fat man dressed as a security guard tore off his security cap and held it tightly in his hands, feeling extremely agitated.

"That's right, let them come back standing up, and go back lying down. With this young master here, what are you afraid of!"

A playboy, wearing famous tags all over his body, his voice was a bit girly when he spoke, but the tough expression on that little white face made no one dare to underestimate him.

Hearing these people's words, Zhang Chenfeng nodded slightly, and the blood in his heart was constantly rolling.

Since coming to Tianzhou City, Zhang Chenfeng hadn't felt such an impassioned and passionate atmosphere for a long time without the company of comrades-in-arms and bloody fighting.

Although these people met me by chance, and they even wore bloody clothes, Zhang Chenfeng was moved and admired by the awe-inspiring righteousness and upright iron-blooded feelings exuded from each of them.

For the first time, Zhang Chenfeng showed moving eyes, straightened his body and used the etiquette unique to soldiers, and gestured to the members of the action team one by one. The scene was sincere and enthusiastic.

At this time, the garden is filled with an atmosphere of justice called iron and blood feelings.

And just as this incomparably majestic atmosphere was constantly brewing and sublimating, a discordant voice suddenly came from behind Zhang Chenfeng.