Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 81: Silent death

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For Korgan boss, the immediate trouble is not only the problem of food shortage, but also the problem of low morale. After all, no one has encountered such things as the Cataclysm. It was unfavorable to have a teacher last night. So Korgan boss decided to release a speech.

"You gangs of idiots cheered me up, the government is gone, the police are gone, the law is no longer bound, are there any better days? You used to be short of money, and now New York is rich Just grab it. You used to be despised by anyone. Now who dares to despise you just kills him. What are you unhappy about?

I know what you are worried about? An eighteen-year-old boy named Victor Hugo. The media blew him up to the sky, saying that he was the most terrifying terrorist since 911. This is bullshit!

I know that Victor Hugo, he is not a terrorist at all, nor a murderer, he is a little fart boy. In front of me, he was nothing.

You guys look at me. I ’m Korgan, Queen ’s largest gangster leader, and New York ’s largest gangster leader. If I want Victor Hugo to bow his head, he will have to bow his head; if I want him to die, he will have to die.

Do you know why Victor Hugo has to escape? Because he knew I was here. He was scared away by me. How scary could he be that someone who dared not meet me directly?

So do n’t worry too much. Continue to clean up this building and try to find some food and water. Soon we will be stronger and stronger to occupy the whole of New York. As for Victor Hugo, if he didn't die in my hands, he would hide like a mouse. "

The gangsters like to listen to such rhetoric. Korgan boss's words made them excited and echoed. Korgan boss also waved his hands, constantly improving the morale of his men. But when he jumped off the lecture table, he asked Ivan around him: "Are you sure that boy escaped?"

"He should have escaped downstairs along elevator shaft. I have sent my younger brother to chase him down. But he may have escaped this building." Ivan is confident in his judgment.

"Um ..." Korgan responded irreproachably, "If it is best to get his body, I want to let everyone know that those who fight against me Korgan will never end well."

Just when Korgan boss issued such rhetoric, the night killing of Zhou Qingfeng on the tenth floor of the building had just begun. Although the night is coming, the floor is not silent. Occasionally, some rumbling noises can be heard, and it sounds like several people are constantly searching every corner of the room on the floor.

In the immigration office building, there are various independent offices and office areas, and each area has various tables and cabinets. The gangsters responsible for the search use a flashlight to rummage through various valuable things.

Zhou Qingfeng holds a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand. When he walks into an office area, he sees the floor is full of overturned tables, chairs, and debris. The figure is busy.

When Mobutu saw the gangster's appearance, he suddenly became nervous. But Zhou Qingfeng glanced around for a few moments, but walked briskly, toe to point, moving quickly and silently, just like a black panther hunting.

Especially when Zhou Qingfeng approached the back of the gangster, he swooped forward swiftly and stabbed him directly at the opponent's back. The blade pierced through the gap of the ribs and directly pierced the heart and lungs. During the assassination, he still covered the other person's mouth, making him spurting blood but unable to speak.

This is silent death! brutal and poignant.

The original task of Mobutu was to take care of the back of Zhou Qingfeng's and let him watch the movements in other directions. But when Mobutu saw him killing someone so lightly, he felt cold and shocked.

The murdered gangster fell down slantingly. In fact, he was still not dead. His body convulsed from time to time, and his mouth was spurting blood out, showing that his heart was still barely beating. Zhou Qingfeng slowly withdrew military knife, picked up the flashlight that fell to the ground, and opened several large garbage bags around the gangster.

In the trash bag are the materials collected by the gangster in a day. There are food and drink, and some tools and supplies. There are even several guns, magazines and bullets in a bag. These things should have been searched from inside the building.

Zhou Qingfeng brought these things back to Mobutu and waved his hands and whispered, "Come on, the next goal."

Mobutu is still in a state of horror. He only feels the dryness of his mouth, his heartbeat thumps, and the subconsciously asks: "Mr. Hugo, I remember the media reports that you are only eighteen Years old, is this true? "

"Yeah, in theory I am really only eighteen." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"So have you received rigorous training since childhood?" Mobutu asked again.

"Um ...?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at Mobutu's trembling expression, and immediately understood that the other party was frightened by his murderous efforts. He bluntly said: "Yes, we Chinese will work hard and have been trained since childhood."

In fact, this is a manifestation of Zhou Qingfeng ’s ‘Naturally Gifted’ ability. Doing anything is extremely sensible and improves rapidly. Now even his terrible marksmanship has been greatly improved. Sooner or later, he will become a murderous machine in the chaotic world's end.

On the tenth floor of the whole building, only four gangsters were active. When Zhou Qingfeng captured the last person, instead of killing him on the spot, he used a knife to hold the other person ’s throat and began interrogation.

"I ask, you answer. If I find that you deliberately conceal something, I will stab you, understand?" In the dark, Zhou Qingfeng's sounds like a terrible night demon. He imitated the words of the villains in the police gangster movies, and he really achieved good results of persecution.

"Who are you boss?"

"Korgan, Korgan boss."

"What are the people around him?"

"There are Portaschi brothers, there are ..."

After Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions that he knew the answer, he continued to ask in depth.

"How many of you?"

"I do n’t know very well. I died a little last night. There should be seventy or eighty."

"Who were you fighting with last night?"

"I don't know, it seems to be the gangster team in other places. Anyway, everyone is messed up, seeing someone who is not on their own side fires."

"Have you met a few acquaintances? For example, did you encounter a guy named David Lawrence?"

"No, I didn't see David Lawrence."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and finally killed him with a knife.

After seeing this scene, Mobutu has been drawing a cross on his chest, and it seems to be confessing to God, asking for forgiveness for his sins and Zhou Qingfeng's. His trembling look looked pitiful and ridiculous.

"Mobutu, no need to greet God for me."

"Why?"

"Because I do n’t believe that **** at all."

"Ah ...?!"