"Captain, that kid is quite powerful. He can actually fight Lin Yu like this."

A man next to Song Wenjun said with a smile that he was a sniper of the Wolf Warrior Squad.

"You are really good at it, but Lin Yu will definitely win in the end. You should be very clear about his combat power." Song Wenjun said with a smile, with a slight smile on his face.

After the words came, Song Wenjun turned around, looked at Lan Feng who was sitting beside the pool, and then walked towards him fearlessly.

Five years ago, he could only look up to him from afar, and now he is qualified to stand in front of him on an equal footing with him, and even trampling him to death.

Five years ago, he was just a clown-like existence in Lan Feng's eyes, but now everything has come back. In his eyes, Lan Feng is the clown, a toy trapped in a cage by him.

In Song Wenjun's eyes, Lan Feng is now just a stray dog ​​who has lost everything. He has no past glory, no past rights, no tough backstage, and no brothers and comrades who have shared life and death.

What's even more ridiculous is that even the last brother and comrade in the world left him, he abandoned him, stood opposite him, and became his enemy.

What a pathetic person.

Looking at the Lan Feng, Song Wenjun couldn't help but sigh in his heart. He really didn't understand why he still had to live strongly. He finally saved his life from the continuous pursuit, but now he is going to come back to die. He is such an idiot.

Did he think he was still the one he was five years ago?

Didn’t he know that China has become his forbidden area since five years ago?

Five years ago, he was the sharp blade of the entire China and the most powerful soldier king. He was invincible and had great military achievements.

Five years ago, he was a tiger in the entire capital. No one dared to stop him from wherever he passed. The children of aristocratic families could only look up from afar.

Five years ago, he was the undefeated myth of the entire special forces. He shuttled through the war, shed blood and tears for this country and this land, and was an idol in the hearts of countless soldiers.

However, five years later, he is just a toy in their eyes, and no longer has any reliance or support. It is like a sick tiger whose teeth are pulled out and whose claws are cut off, and they are at slaughtered.

At least, Song Wenjun felt that.

Song Wenjun had just sat down next to Lan Feng, and seemed to feel something was wrong. How could he have less alcohol in such a great life?

Song Wenjun stood up and walked to the front of the car, opened the trunk, took out a bottle of expensive human heads and horses, and then walked to Lan Feng to sit down, unscrew the bottle cap, and drank slowly. A touch of playful sound came from Song Wenjun's mouth: "Don't you want to say something in this situation?"

After hearing Song Wenjun's words, Lan Feng did not even turn his head to look at Song Wenjun, but glanced at his face with a touch of playful smile from the corner of his eyes, without saying anything, and then he stopped at Jiang Shaojie and Lin Yu who were fighting fiercely in the field again.

Damn, I was actually ignored by this guy.

Song Wenjun's face was extremely difficult to see, but he soon recovered. He understood Lan Feng's mood and feelings at this moment, just like he was five years ago.

In five years, Song Wenjun finally completed the flip and slap in the face, took a leisurely sip of wine, and a playful voice came from Song Wenjun's mouth: "Are you in pain now? Do you want to cry? Do you want to drink? How about it, do you want me to give you a sip?"

"Are you telling me about your feelings five years ago?"

Listening to Song Wenjun's words, Lan Feng slowly turned his head and showed a faint smile on his face.

"Damn it."

Upon hearing this, Song Wenjun's face became extremely ugly, and an angry voice came from his mouth. Lan Feng's words undoubtedly poked his pain.

"Madman, do you think you are really the lunatic before? No one can cure you? Believe it or not, I will shoot you right away."

"Do you think you can pass me soon?"

Lan Feng took out a sharp saber from his pocket and put it in his hand to play with it. He had a slight smile on his face and confident words came from his mouth.

"grass!"

Song Wenjun scolded angrily, and threw the bottle of wine in his hand hard at Lan Feng's head.

"Don't touch me, otherwise you will be the next Song Fanggang." Lan Feng smiled slightly, and his right hand reached out and grabbed Song Wenjun's wrist holding the bottle as fast as lightning. No matter how hard Song Wenjun struggled, it would be useless.

"Swish!"

Song Wenjun's face became extremely ugly at this moment. A pistol suddenly appeared in the sleeve of the other hand and was held in his hand. He pointed directly at Lan Feng's head. A cold voice came from his mouth: "Do you think I would be unprepared?"

He knew that Lan Feng's personal force was extraordinary. As early as when he came, Song Wenjun hid his pistol in his sleeve to avoid accidents.

"You can try whether your gun is faster or the knife in my hand is faster." When Song Wenjun pointed the gun at his head, Lan Feng was not afraid at all, but still had a smile on his face, and a faint voice came from his mouth.

At some point, the saber in Lan Feng's hand had already hit Song Wenjun's chest and was facing the heart.

Feeling the chill from his chest, Song Wenjun couldn't help but look down. When he watched the saber in Lan Feng's hand press against his chest, his face became ugly at this moment.

Damn it, I was already prepared for it, but this guy took advantage of the loophole.

This guy is still as powerful as he was five years ago?

However, he didn't know that Lan Feng is stronger, more terrifying, crazier, and more domineering than five years ago!

In Song Wenjun's view, even though Lan Feng escaped from that tragic encirclement and later survived by countless mercenaries and killers in the dark world, he should have suffered serious injuries and left countless dark diseases, and his strength should have been greatly reduced.

In the past five years, his strength has improved by unknown levels and has become many times stronger. After all, he should be able to beat Lan Feng. Now, a short fight has been a draw with Lan Feng.

That's right, in Song Wenjun's opinion, this is a draw.

However, in Lan Feng's eyes, all this is just a game.

Looking at Song Wenjun, whose face turned extremely ugly, the playful voice came from Lan Feng's mouth: "Don't you want to kill me? Now you are shooting."

Song Wenjun's face turned pale, but he did not dare to make any moves.

Seeing this scene, Lan Feng showed a light smile on his face: "In five years, you have not grown up at all, and you are still as cowardly as ever, just like your elder brother Song Fanggang who has become a vegetable in his hospital bed."

"If I'm not mistaken, you were sent by Song Qiankun."

A sly light flashed in Lan Feng's eyes: "Do you know why you were sent here?"

"Because you are cannon fodder."
Chapter completed!