Chapter 576 Late Night Assassination

Under the leadership of Dadataron, Zhang Wenlong attended the carnival party held for him.

Many people were preparing, so naturally Zhang Wenlong would not disappoint, so he arranged for many people to come and help.

The night gradually became deeper, and a group of people surrounded by a huge torch. The firelight shone on everyone's face and looked very beautiful. First, a group of people entered the middle of the crowd and sang and danced around the torch. Among them were men and women, and their faces were covered with patterns, like masks, making people unable to see what they looked like.

Zhang Wenlong sat quietly among the crowd, and he was enjoying this feeling.

"Everyone, calm down!"

Dadadaron stood up and said to everyone, "Now we have a hero, the Jungle Wolf!"

Under everyone's push, Zhang Wenlong stood in the middle of the crowd, and everyone looked at him in the middle of the crowd, making Zhang Wenlong a little confused.

Then he held a bouquet of wreaths in his hand and handed them to Dadathara. He took the wreath and said to Zhang Wenlong: "Put it on, Warrior!"

Then Dadadoron put the garland on Zhang Wenlong's head, which was very funny and he felt a little embarrassed.

"Thank you, leader, thank you everyone!"

Zhang Wenlong said modestly.

"Okay! Now the carnival begins!" Dadadaron shouted.

People all drank big drinks and ate meat in big mouthfuls. Some young men and women in tribes got hooked up and became intimate in public.

Zhang Wenlong got a lot of black women and came to him one after another, but he was not interested in black women. He hid beside Dadataron and asked everyone to go back.

He drank with Dadadoron and drank a lot of them.

It was getting dark, and Zhang Wenlong thought about it on the spot, and he thought he should go back.

He pretended to be drunk and greeted Dadadoron: "Chief, I'm going back. I'm having a great time drinking today!"

After saying that, he even gave him a thumbs up.

Seeing Zhang Wenlong's appearance, Dadadoron arranged two people to take him back.

With the help of the two, Zhang Wenlong walked towards his military camp. It was very quiet at night, and there was movement around him to hear it.

After coming out of Dadataron's military camp, he felt his whole body furrowed and always had an unknown premonition, so he slowed down and twisted step by step, as if he was drunk, walking leisurely.

The two people who supported Zhang Wenlong had no expression on their faces, and they gave people the feeling of sending death.

"Didn't you drink?" Zhang Wenlong suddenly said something like this.

However, neither of the two black men paid attention to Zhang Wenlong and just gave him away with him with great responsibility, as if he was afraid that he would fall.

"Uh..." Zhang Wenlong made a vomiting sound, he lay beside him and started vomiting, even though he had been vomiting for a long time but didn't spit out anything.

Then the two of them held Zhang Wenlong, patted him on the back, and looked at each other.

Then Zhang Wenlong got up and continued walking. The two seemed to have agreed, and they stopped at the same time.

Zhang Wenlong was stunned. He looked drunk. He turned his head and looked back and forth twice, speaking with a big tongue: "What are you two doing? Why don't you leave?"

Both black men were first-class players and their movements were very quick. One of them took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed Zhang Wenlong's stomach.

But Zhang Wenlong's reaction was faster. He knew that the two of them had bad intentions and directly grabbed the blade of the dagger with their hands, and blood flowed out of his palm.

He pushed hard, "Ouch!" and he thought to himself: "Damn it, there is something really wrong. It turns out that Shalina is talking about this."

The black man who stabbed Zhang Wenlong secretly said that it was not good, and he actually caught the dagger. Could it be that this man pretended to be drunk?

But before he could think about the following, the dagger in his hand was knocked down by Zhang Wenlong. After Zhang Wenlong bent over, he took the dagger and did not let the dagger fall to the ground. He grabbed the dagger, his figure flashed, and followed the black man who was retreating backwards. He appeared behind the black man, and the dagger was directly inserted into his heart.

The black man died without saying a word and fell to the ground.

The other person was also very nervous when he saw his partner die. He understood that based on his performance just now, his hand was definitely not as good as Zhang Wenlong, but he had a gun. He took out his pistol from his arms and pointed in the direction of Zhang Wenlong.

But the moment he pulled out his gun and lowered his head, Zhang Wenlong had disappeared.

The whole area was dark, and only him and his partner who fell to the ground. He felt that Zhang Wenlong was like a ghost, who was just now in front of him, but now he disappeared. He subconsciously took a step back.

He didn't know what he stepped on, and his heart skipped a beat.

A sharp dagger had appeared in front of his neck, and a gloomy voice came to his ears: "Why are you going to kill me, who is going to kill me?"

He heard this voice and felt that the person who spoke was Zhang Wenlong, who was so drunk just now, but he didn't believe in his eyes anymore. How could anyone have such a fast speed? Is he really "the messenger of Allah" like what outsiders said?

Now he couldn't help but think too much. He just knew that his life was over and he shouldn't have taken on this task at the beginning, but what should he do? Suddenly he thought of his old mother. When he was dead, someone would give his old mother a lot of money, and he felt at ease.

Zhang Wenlong's voice was very cold, and he continued to ask, "Who is it?"

What Zhang Wenlong did not expect was that the black man actually took the initiative to swish his neck against the dagger. He had no time to react, and only felt a fire flowing in his hands.

"Pu!" The black man fell to the ground.

Zhang Wenlong looked at him quietly, seeing his eyes rushing very much, spitting blood in his mouth, and pointed at himself as if he said again: "I won't let you go if I'm a ghost."

After a few seconds, he finally died.

Zhang Wenlong squatted down and looked at the young man with an indescribable sadness in his body. He closed the black man's eyes, stood up, and threw the dagger aside.

The dagger flashed with light and penetrated deeply into the ground.

"ah!!"

Zhang Wenlong shouted loudly, and he really felt very sad.

He himself was covered in blood, and he walked back to the barracks step by step.

Zhang Wenlong sat in the tent in the military camp. Dorgi brought a basin of water into the tent and placed the water in front of him.

Seeing Zhang Wenlong's face and body full of dark red blood, he asked worriedly: "Chief of Staff, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!