But the man who was peeing seemed to be unaware of it. He just felt that after he released, his belly was much more comfortable, so he shouted proudly: "It's so good, so good, damn it, the foreigners can enjoy it, and drinking makes people feel so comfortable."

After the man finished speaking, he held his pants and walked back. But his words had already attracted Han Feng's attention. Han Feng looked up at the house where the man was walking to, and then he realized that it turned out to be a small hair salon. It was just because it was too late, and he turned off the light at the door and lowered the roller shutter door, so Han Feng didn't see it at the beginning.

"Hair salon? Foreign devil?" Han Feng's mind was spinning rapidly. He really couldn't imagine how such a low-level entertainment place would have something to do with foreigners.

Han Feng rushed up suddenly and chased him before the man entered the small door. He grabbed his neck and threw him aside. The man was humming a small song, but his body was shaking and couldn't stand firm. Han Feng threw it violently and fell to the ground immediately, and immediately started to scream like a pig killing.

The people in the room heard his scream and thought he had fallen down by accident. A woman cursed and shouted: "Don't drink so much if you can't drink it, don't drink it so much, right?"

Before she could finish scolding, the door was pushed hard, and a fierce young man had already rushed in and stared at her fiercely.

The woman looked in her 30s, but she was dressed very charmingly and her clothes were very exposed, with her snow-white thighs and both shoulders exposed. Two round balls were hanging on her chest, and half were exposed outside. Looking at Han Feng at this time, she couldn't figure out who the other person was and shivered nervously.

"You, who are you?" the woman asked in a trembling voice.

Han Feng ignored her at all and quickly patrolled the hair salon. The hair salon was very similar to the one he opened in Beijing. There were only a few sofa beds in the outer room, separated by a large curtain in the middle, and the massage room behind could not be seen. On the coffee table in front of the sofa, there were bottles of foreign wine and some dishes. It was obvious that this woman was drinking with the man who had just gone out to pee, but she did not see anyone else.

"Say, where is the person?" Han Feng turned around suddenly, grabbed the woman and questioned him sternly. Judging from the decorations on the table, it was absolutely impossible that this woman and the drunkard outside were drinking.

"Why, who is that?" The woman trembled all over and couldn't even speak well.

"Where is the foreign devil?" Han Feng shouted sternly.

"I, I..." the woman hesitated and dared not say anything, but her eyes were already looking at the massage room behind the curtain.

Han Feng did not continue talking nonsense to her anymore. He stepped forward and waved his arm hard. The big curtain had been pulled down by her, revealing the two small massage rooms behind, and there were curtains hanging on the door of the massage room.

Han Feng rushed to a massage room and was about to lift the curtain. Unexpectedly, as soon as he arrived in front of the door, the sound of a pistol running safely came from the room. Han Feng reacted very quickly, his body quickly tilted to the side. The moment his body fell out, the gunshot sounded. At this moment, if Han Feng reacted a few seconds later, he would definitely be hit by the gun directly. The woman in the room heard the gunshot and screamed in shock, and hugged her head and squatted on the ground.

Han Feng lay on the ground, quickly took out the pistol in his thigh holster, fired a shot into the house and counterattacked. Then he heard a woman's scream from the house. It was obvious that Han Feng's shot hit the massage woman who "accompanies" the foreigner in the house. Just as Han Feng was about to shoot again, there were also gunshots in another massage room, and the bullet almost flew over Han Feng's ears, making him feel that his ears were hot. Han Feng immediately lay down again, not daring to fight back easily, because he already understood that the special forces hiding in the two massage rooms must be the special forces he was going to hunt, otherwise it would be impossible to have such accurate shooting skills and cooperation.

Han Feng became very nervous. He was so desperate that he could find it without any effort. He tracked it all night but found no clues. However, he chased these fleeing American special forces in this inconspicuous small hair salon.

After the American soldiers in the room fired two shots but failed to hit the target, they did not dare to shoot easily, but just waited for the opportunity quietly. Han Feng lay on the floor and judged the location of the two American soldiers in the room through the curtain. He knew very well that no matter who attacked both sides, they must be fatal to one blow. As long as they leave a chance, they may pay the price of their lives.

The woman who fell to the ground kept trembling and asked nervously to Han Feng who was lying on the ground: "Who are you?"

Han Feng was not in the mood to pay attention to her at this time, so he could only turn around and make a ban on voice gesture to her, indicating that she should not make any more noises, so as not to be in danger. However, his gesture had just been made, and a row of bullets flew out from behind the door curtain of the massage room on the left, accurately hitting the woman who asked the question. The woman almost did not make any other second reaction, and the man had already fallen to the ground.

"How about this, these foreigners are so fucking cruel! No one is left to live!" Han Feng cursed in his heart, and was still thinking about how to subdue the two American special forces in the house.

Han Feng looked at the curtain in front of him and cursed in his heart. The person who designed the room was definitely a super bastard. The whole room was designed in the shape of an inverted trumpet, which means that the massage room was the most spacious place in the entire room. Han Feng was hiding outside, but was almost completely exposed to the control of the two massage rooms. In addition to the sofa, there was no place to serve as a cover in the outer room. This is also the reason why the American soldiers in the room could shoot that woman accurately.

Han Feng slowly retreated on the ground and retreated to the edge of the sofa. He knew that in this terrain, it was really difficult to catch the two people in the house with a pistol in his hand, and he needed support. So he wanted to retreat outside the door and then use the walkie-talkie to contact Liang Mingcheng.

Just as Han Feng was about to move to the door, an unexpected thing happened. A string of bullets swept in from outside. If Han Feng had not had a quick reaction and the opponent's shooting skills were relatively poor, he had not completely corrected it, he would have turned into a sieve.

Then I heard loud English calls from outside, obviously contacting two American soldiers in the inner room and attacking Han Feng.

"I'm fucking, this time someone made dumplings." Han Feng cursed. Although he couldn't understand what the Americans were calling, at this time, he knew that he had to fight to the death.

Han Feng slowly bent his waist and took off his shoes. Suddenly, he threw his shoes into the massage room on the left. He hit the door curtain and lifted the door curtain back, revealing the gap, so that everyone inside and outside the house could see the other party. Han Feng and the other party's gun almost rang at the same time, and the bullets roared towards the other party...

Perhaps it was the effect of hard training some time ago, or perhaps Han Feng should not have died. His bullet accurately hit the American soldier's forehead. The American soldier screamed and fell down and stopped moving. However, his bullet hit Han Feng's shoulder, and blood flowed out like a slight fountain.

Han Feng wanted to shout loudly in pain, but he couldn't, because he knew that his shot had exposed his position. Whether it was the American soldiers in another massage room or the newly arrived reinforcements outside, they would attack him as soon as possible. So he could only endure the pain and roll to the side to avoid the second round of attacks.

Sure enough, his body had just rolled away, and a row of bullets exploded in the place where he had just lived. It was estimated that Han Feng would be reimbursed if he moved a few seconds later.

Although Han Feng temporarily avoided the danger, after rolling, his injured shoulders also shed a large amount of blood on the ground, and his arm was so painful that he couldn't pick up the gun.

But then, Han Feng heard the rapid footsteps from outside the door. It was obvious that the American soldiers coming to the outside had slowly approached the door. Judging from the weapons he used when he was shooting just now, he should have at least a submachine gun with an M-16. If he was asked to rush to the door and shoot into the room, Han Feng would really have nowhere to dodge. What's more, there was a sharpshooter in the massage room who was eyeing him and waiting for him to reveal his traces.

Just as Han Feng felt that the American soldiers outside the house were about to rush to the door and shoot into the house, a wonderful plan suddenly formed in his mind. Maybe this is the flash of inspiration in a moment of life and death.

Han Feng quickly rolled his body to the sofa, which was the only thing he could use to protect his body. Just as the American soldier outside the door was about to break in, Han Feng took off his other shoe and threw it towards the door.

The American soldier was about to enter the door with a submachine gun when suddenly a black shadow flew towards him. He pulled the trigger at the black shadow almost without thinking. The American soldier hidden in the massage room was also attracted by the shoes thrown by Han Feng before, and almost fired the gun towards the door at the same time.
Chapter completed!