Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 661 It doesn’t matter whether I live or not, but you must die

The cruise ship's tilt angle is close to forty degrees.

The water level has also spread to the second floor below ground.

Moreover, it has begun to approach the negative first floor.

Next to the restaurant on the underground floor is a bar for leisure and entertainment.

At this time, the tables, chairs and sofas in the bar had all slid down and piled up in one direction, and many of them were soaked in water.

On the stage in front, the leader of the demon mercenaries, Abel, was pointing the muzzle of his gun at the back of Zhao Pengfei's head and shouting the number.

There were a dozen or so mercenaries around him, six or seven of whom had hostages.

They were four tourists from Yan Country and two soldiers from Yan Country.

One of them was the bruised and battered Long Tianye.

Previously, he was planning to run away with a few compatriots, but he was caught red-handed.

"3...2..."

Before Abel could shout out the last number, the door of the bar was pushed open.

Qin Feng walked in coldly from outside with a dozen armed Yan soldiers, pointing their guns at them.

Seeing this scene, the demon mercenaries felt their hearts tighten and a hint of panic appeared in their eyes.

Originally, they thought this mission was quite simple.

A soldier without a gun is no different from a child, and killing him is easier than killing a chicken.

But they never expected that these Yan soldiers would be much more difficult to deal with than they imagined.

Not only can he play hide-and-seek with them on the boat with ease, but he can also successfully counterattack and take away the guns that originally belonged to them.

At this moment, Abel, the mercenary leader, also had a gloomy expression on his face.

He also didn't expect that the situation would develop in this direction.

He hid his entire body behind Zhao Pengfei as much as possible to ensure his own safety.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Feng, the leader whose face was covered in blood and looked like a murderer.

For some reason, he felt a very dangerous and terrifying aura from this guy, even a slightly familiar aura.

Rather than saying that this guy is a soldier, it would be more accurate to say that he is more like a cruel serial killer, an executioner who has killed countless people!

"Are you Qin Feng?" Abel asked coldly.

"It's me." Qin Feng nodded.

"You're more difficult to deal with than I thought." Abel sneered, "No wonder they're willing to spend so much money to buy your head."

"How much did they bid?"

"thirty million."

"That's just a small amount of money?"

"Beautiful knife."

Qin Feng converted it.

His own head is actually worth 210 million.

He first glanced at the situation at the scene, then looked at Abel, who was hiding behind Zhao Pengfei and dared not show his face, and proposed terms of exchange.

"Let him go, I'll be your hostage, your target is me..."

"stop!"

Just as Qin Feng was about to take a step forward, he was scolded by Abel.

He thrust the gun hard against Zhao Pengfei's temple and said sternly, "Qin Feng, I'm a very self-aware person. I know you're very powerful, but I also know I'm not as good as you."

"You are a very dangerous person, otherwise they wouldn't offer such a huge reward for your life?"

As he spoke, Abel glanced to the side, and one of his men immediately threw a knife at Qin Feng.

"Pick it up and stab this knife into your throat. As long as you die, I will let them go."

"Why should I believe you?"

"You don't have a choice!"

Abel quickly raised his hand and shot the frightened old lady next to him.

The old lady let out a scream and blood gushed out of her stomach.

He kept saying things like, "I'm going to die, save me, who can save me" and so on.

Qin Feng's face darkened when he saw this scene.

The expressions of the other people behind him also turned ugly.

These guys are so crazy that they dared to shoot the hostages in front of them.

On the contrary, Zhao Pengfei, who was held hostage, felt particularly relieved and even wanted to shout "Well done!"

If it weren't for this damn old lady, they wouldn't have been captured alive by the mercenaries. Now they can only say that evil will be punished.

Abel threatened, "I know that what you Yan country soldiers care about most is your comrades and the safety of the lives of the Yan country people..."

He raised his hand and fired several more shots at the old lady, causing her to bleed profusely. "This is just a warning. If you don't die, not only this old lady, but all your comrades will be tortured to death as well."

"So, tell me, what is your choice? Do you want to trade one life for so many lives?"

"You Yan people like to use the word 'sacrifice'. Are you willing to sacrifice yourself for these innocent people and become a hero who will be remembered and admired forever?"

Qin Feng fell silent.

The current situation is more like a train problem.

There were one person and five people tied to each of the two railroad tracks.

A train is coming, and by pulling the handle you can change the direction of the track, choosing whether to die one person or five people.

And now, the handle to change the trajectory lies in Qin Feng himself, and he has become the one who has to make the choice.

sacrifice?

When have the soldiers of Yan Country ever been afraid of sacrifice?

As for being remembered and becoming a hero, none of these are important?

Finally, Qin Feng bent down and slowly picked up the fruit knife from the ground.

Seeing Qin Feng's actions, Abel's eyes were cunning and a hint of surprise flashed across his lips.

Zhao Pengfei was extremely anxious because of Qin Feng's actions: "Qin Feng! Put down the knife, you can't do this, these people are terrorists, they are crazy and can do anything!"

"you shut up!"

Abel hit Zhao Pengfei hard on the back of the head with the butt of the gun.

The blunt force was so huge that blood immediately flowed from his head.

But even so, Zhao Pengfei still kept persuading Qin Feng to put down the knife.

"Qin Feng, you can't do anything stupid. You are still young and you are not married yet!"

"You still have a lot to do, a lot of roads to walk, and a lot of people need you!"

"Don't listen to this guy's nonsense. Even if you do what he says, they won't let you go. Listen to the squad leader, put the knife down, put it down now!"

But Qin Feng acted as if he didn't hear anything at all. He held the hilt of the knife with both hands and put the sharp tip of the knife against his throat in a dull manner.

The sharp blade flashed with an extremely dangerous cold light, and the tip of the blade even scratched the skin of Qin Feng's throat, leaving a red mark.

Seeing the blood oozing out, Zhao Pengfei's pupils contracted violently and he began to struggle frantically.

When Abel saw this scene, his eyes were filled with excitement.

"Don't do anything stupid!"

"No one is worth trading your life for his!"

Veins bulged on Zhao Pengfei's forehead as he struggled to break free from his restraints.

But as the mercenary leader, Abel is naturally no pushover.

He kneed Zhao Pengfei in the waist, and then hit the bleeding part of his head several times with the butt of his gun.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead again, with a murderous and threatening look on his face.

"Don't think I won't beat you to death. If you move again, I will..."

Ok? !

Abel's pupils suddenly contracted.

Because he suddenly discovered that Zhao Pengfei turned around and inserted his finger into the trigger guard.

He squeezed the trigger hard, his blood-stained eyes filled with madness: "It doesn't matter if I live or die, but as long as I die, you and your people must all die!!!"