Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 132: Last wish
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Uncle Zheng and Marco are gone. Uncle is a good old man, sighing again and again when he walks, Marco glanced at Zhou Qingfeng with resentment, as if to say ‘I am waiting for you to come to your door’. However, Zhou Qingfeng sneered at this kind of dare not to look at his mother gun.
The mother is walking away, but the dilemma is still in front of Zhou Qingfeng and others.
Although I know that Zetas gangster is also bad, it's a shit, but Kenny District has less than two hundred people left, so it's hard to do anything.
Katrina went to investigate once before nightfall, and the report at the moment: "Those gangsters are quiet, but they have rearranged the barricades, and they have a lot of sentries. They ca n’t pass from Roosevelt Avenue, and the roads are monitored. I feel that gang The guy suddenly became smart. "
"The people of gangster set up barricades?" David Lawrence asked strangely, "That is to say, the other party has no intention of large-scale attack temporarily?"
Butcher said with a laugh: "If it is us, the situation will be disturbed by someone driving forklift during the day, and I will also think about how to stabilize first at night. I estimate that Zetas gangster people need at least one day to repair . "
"Then they can't be too good, I will take a team to see again at night." David Lawrence said voluntarily. This great hero still does not forget his "decapitation" tactics.
Zhou Qingfeng has no objection to this, he originally wanted to follow along, but was rejected by David Lawrence, "Victor, you still have a good wound."
Hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng unconsciously touched his face. His face was originally taken away by a sniper bullet two days ago, and today he drove the forklift and hit the excavator, which cut his entire face. Now he looks really terrible.
"Okay, so what can I do?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
Minsk sat at the back, reached out and patted the shoulder of Zhou Qingfeng's, Shen Sheng said: "Go to sleep, you have done enough today."
Listening to Minsk, Zhou Qingfeng grinned and asked, "How is the tunnel digging?"
"It will take two more days."
"Two days, tomorrow Zetas gangster will probably not launch an attack, and the day after tomorrow we will be able to enter the underground Air-Raid Shelter of police headquarters. Maybe we can retreat some people in advance and withdraw the manpower to Lena Fox."
Everyone has no idea about this. Now Kenny District's various materials are hoarding a lot. There are hundreds of trucks alone. Most of these vehicles pull various necessities of life. I used to worry about consumption when there were many people, but now I have to worry about how to transport them away.
For this matter, Katrina took the initiative to take it down, "The roads to Midtown Manhattan are blocked. It takes a lot of time to clear it. Victor, your large forklift is for me, I need it to push Various obstacles along the way. "
"No problem." Zhou Qingfeng nodded.
The time is running out and the action starts immediately. Minsk continued to dig the tunnel, David Lawrence took a few people to make trouble. Katrina led the team to start packing and preparing to retreat, family members like Angie and Jenny will be evacuated as soon as possible.
Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher have been idle. After inspecting the outpost, the two suddenly heard someone playing the melodious violin music in the messy neighborhood.
"Old man, are you still dead? Didn't I tell you to leave Manhattan?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the man in a dress on the road with surprise. The violinist was the violinist who met him at the subway entrance a few days ago. He is old now, and his clothes are more worn and messy, but his manner is impeccable, even his mental state is very good.
When the old man saw Zhou Qingfeng, he nodded appreciatively and smiled with a slightly hoarse voice: "Yeah, a lot of people are dead, but I have n’t died yet. I ’m glad you have this old man. Caring.
But I will not leave Manhattan. This is where my dream lies. I hope my life will be connected to Broadway. I don't think you would mind if I play the violin here, you see, everyone loves to listen. I am very happy that there are still people willing to listen to my performance. "
On the open streets, people in the block are busy retreating. Except for the sentry, almost everyone is paying attention to the old man playing the violin. When everyone walks past the old man, their steps will slow down, they are very focused, and they listen quietly for a while.
It ’s a luxury to hear music in this chaotic world. Especially in front of him is this world-renowned violinist. Although Zhou Qingfeng has forgotten his name.
"Well, old man, you can stay, and we will go to Midtown Manhattan with us later. I think we are extremely rich in food now, and it's okay to feed you." Zhou Qingfeng finished and left.
Soon, the light and lively tune rang again. Listening to this tune, there was a little more smile on everyone's face, the pace was also speeding up, and the work efficiency was improving. Zhou Qingfeng asked Butcher very strangely: "How did the old man survive these few days? No one has helped him, he is definitely dead."
"Minsk sent someone to give him some food." Butcher said.
Zhou Qingfeng is even stranger, "Does Minsk like to listen to the violin?"
"No, Minsk has no special feeling for music. But Katrina likes violin, so he likes it too." Butcher shrugged slightly, indicating that things are so simple.
This is a sad story, Minsk is too pitiful.
Zhou Qingfeng looked back at Zheng Huan ’s violinist, and thought: It might be a good thing to keep this old man. He patted Butcher on the shoulder and said, "Okay, tonight you're vigil, I'm going to sleep."
But as soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, a swish bullet was fired from a distance, and a guard in charge of the body fell down from the top of a five or six-story building.
"Enemy attack, covert, sniper!" Seeing the scene, Zhou Qingfeng and Butcher shouted at the same time. People in the entire block immediately panicked, and everyone looked for hidden objects.
The bullets fired silently in the dark, and the guards on the roof were killed one after another. This should be a sniper rifle equipped with a silencer. Zhou Qingfeng probably estimated the direction and shouted to Butcher: "The sniper is upstairs directly opposite us."
Butcher did n’t dare to raise his head at this moment. He could only narrow down a street corner and glance at the direction of the bullet. Then he scolded: "We have at least five or six guards in that direction. . "
Fuck * him * mother *!
Zhou Qingfeng can only change direction, find a way to bypass the flanks. He has a feeling that the current sniper should be the guy who almost killed him the previous two days.
But as soon as he turned around, Zhou Qingfeng saw the old man who was standing on the street and playing the violin. He would be at a loss as to what to do. Looking around, he did n’t even know where to hide?
"Old man, come over me." Zhou Qingfeng shouted and beckoned. Hearing his cry, the old man ran slowly with his violin.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Zhou Qingfeng only felt that the time had become too slow, and the old man was not running as fast as a normal person. He even wanted to reach out and pull the other hand.
But when the old man was approaching, Zhou Qingfeng really reached out and grabbed his clothing corner, but a bullet penetrated the old man ’s chest, and he fell to the ground with a plop.
Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to struggle to pull the old man to his side, the old man still held his violin tightly and vomited blood and asked: "Sir, please tell me, am I going to die?"
The old man ’s chest is full of blood, and he is absolutely hopeless.
There was a sadness in Zhou Qingfeng, Shen Sheng said: "Yes, sir, you are going to die."
"Dead in Manhattan?"
"Yes, I died in Manhattan."
On the contrary, the dying old man was relieved. He raised his violin and said freely: "Sir, I ’m leaving. This world is not for the survival of an old person like me. But please be sure to put me Buried with the violin, it would be best if it could be buried in front of a Broadway theater. "
Zhou Qingfeng burst into tears suddenly.