C801 The great hunting of southeast asia(6)

That night, in the outskirts of Hanoi, in an old abandoned factory.

At this time, Tang Feng was squatting down with a piece of dry bread in his hand, gnawing on it, drinking his mineral water, and occasionally blowing on it coldly. These days were truly unpleasant for Tang Feng, but he was helpless, because now that the security outside was so tight, he had no other choice