Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 680: Bloody cleanup

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From Kaiwood neighborhood, Zhou Qingfeng is also reviewing the problems in the process of just contacting Helena. ? 33 ?? Obviously he is not as embarrassed as he described. He has worn all the clothes he has skipped the stage of pursuing a famous brand. Basically, he is handmade by professional tailors.

Looking at clothes that look like a stall, low-key luxury is unremarkable, in fact, worth hundreds of thousands. Zhou Qingfeng didn't originally want to wear it so expensive, but the women around him were in control of hundreds of millions of funds. Where would he let him really wear out the goods?

This expensive dress can't be seen in the eyes of ordinary people, but the woman of Helena can do FBI, can be undercover, it is impossible to have no eyesight.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling that he still wanted to keep in touch with the hard-working girl, but how to lie? Still not lying at all? After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to get up from wherever he fell-didn't he want to find a house, I moved directly.

Everything was carried with Zhou Qingfeng. He found another taxi and paid twice as much to return to the Kywood community. He also specifically found the Helena apartment and knocked on the big iron door of the apartment.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" The apartment manager is a skinny black old lady with a cockskin crane and a double-barreled shotgun in his hand. His eyes are alert. She just talked to Zhou Qingfeng across the apartment door.

"Oh ... this is really American." Zhou Qingfeng whispered, "Is there a room for rent?"

The face of Asians has disadvantages and benefits in the United States. The disadvantage is that it is easy to be bullied. The advantage is that others are not too cautious. The old black lady was seven or eighty years old, and carefully looked through her pair of glasses before putting the Zhou Qingfeng in and asked, "What kind of house do you want?"

"Is there one room and one hall?"

"One thousand three hundred dollars a month, there is a bathroom, if you want the kitchen, add two hundred dollars. If you want furniture, I have some second-hand bargains."

The old black lady bowed her back and walked three times in one step, chatting to Zhou Qingfeng about the apartment she managed. This five-story building was built in the 1960s. It is sturdy and sturdy, but various supporting facilities are completely backward.

Climbing the stairs to the third floor, Zhou Qingfeng quickly ordered a house, and then he also bought various furniture from the black lady, and had to hire someone to move into the empty room.

"Are you Chinese?"

"Yes."

"You really have money, but I don't understand why you live here? Chicago has a dedicated Chinese community, and they rarely appear in places with poor security."

"I just want to be a neighbor with a pretty girl."

"Ah ..., I see, no wonder you have to choose this room because the opposite is Natasha, the girl is the only person in this apartment that gives me peace of mind.

But I want to remind you that Natasha does not like men. She always brought various beautiful girls back to live, and recently hooked up with another one, and that girl was also pretty. "

The old lady ’s gossip filled Zhou Qingfeng with black lines. After asking where the nearby store was, he went out to buy some daily necessities. As soon as I went out ...

"Hey, isn't that the guy who stole the car. He hasn't left yet." Three or four idle black men appeared from the corner of the street and immediately surrounded them like prey, with a hippy smile.

The old black lady who manages the apartment is behind Zhou Qingfeng. She quickly opened the apartment door and shouted, "Child, come in, these little ruffians can do everything."

Zhou Qingfeng was unimpressed, but greeted and asked, "I happen to be looking for my car, do you know where?"

"Ha Ha Ha Ha ..." The black ruffians are too happy to find North, as if they have never been so happy in this life.

Rugs are tall and strong one by one, their skin is black and bright, and each one looks full of deterrence. They first surrounded Zhou Qingfeng and then cursed the black lady reminding Zhou Qingfeng's: "Old things, don't hinder, so you can live a few more years."

The old black lady hurriedly closed the iron door of the apartment, looking out through a gap in the door gap, but she was already regretting that she would soon lose a good tenant.

"Boy, bring me your wallet out. Don't say you have no money, otherwise ..." Half the words, the leading black ruffian screamed and fell down. This guy got a leg on his crotch and felt that his eggs had burst.

A few other black ruffians surrounding Zhou Qingfeng's are stunned. For a long time, they didn't want to understand how their companions fell down?

"Boy, do you dare to do it first?" Another black ruffian with question marks across his face. And after asking this sentence, he also got a leg in the middle of the crotch. Two black ruffians came to awakening, but it had eggs and screamed.

Zhou Qingfeng found two guns and several magazines from four black ruffians, but no dime was found. And for half a day, the iron door of the apartment creaked open, and a handful of old black ladies came out from inside, full of surprise.

"Kong-Fu?"

"Yeah!"

"Bruce Lee?"

"Uh ... yeah!"

"Very good!"

After a few simple conversations, Zhou Qingfeng is a little embarrassed. He asked the old black lady: "Aren't you going to call the police?"

"Of course not! If you can clean up the villains around here, I will praise you to God." The old black lady said with certainty.

"That's good." Zhou Qingfeng turned back and asked the four black ruffians on the ground with a smile: "Can I talk about who stole my car now?"

The black ruffians have fallen to the ground like soft-footed shrimps, and they screamed when they covered their crotches. These bully and tough guys look at Zhou Qingfeng as if they were monsters, and nodded to his problems.

"Excellent, take me to find my car." Zhou Qingfeng walked along the street slowly with four head-dropping ruffians, and soon this scene attracted countless people on both sides of the block to probe the brain. This kind of thing has never been seen before. In the past, black people bullied Asians. How did it fall today?

A lot of people are still companions of these ruffians, and when they look at this situation, they rush to rush. But except for the rifle team led by Zhou Qingfeng to continue to expand, it has no effect at all. The only trouble for Zhou Qingfeng was that he had to find a bag to hold the seized pistol.

The final destination of Zhou Qingfeng is a block of underground parking. This place has been converted into a block of gangster. More than a dozen black men with big waists are refitting stolen cars here.

Everyone stopped working after seeing a lot of street ruffians with swollen noses and blue faces. A black man with a head of more than two meters came out aggressively, holding a shotgun full of bullets in his hand.

Behind the black man, the other black people also put down their tools, grabbed their weapons, and stared at the Zhou Qingfeng, which was the source of the incident.

"Boy, who are you?" The strong black man pointed at Zhou Qingfeng with a malign voice and said: "You better explain it to me, otherwise you will die."

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the other direction of this underground parking lot until he saw his stolen 'Dodge' sports car, "You certainly don't believe it, I just came to find my car."

‘As Quick as Lightning’ ...

Three consecutive times ...

Time stagnation ...,.

Pulling the gun and shooting ...

Zhou Qingfeng's quickly moved his hands, and a burst of muzzle flames suddenly burst out. A dozen rounds of bullets flew out, instantly killing all the black men with guns in front of him.

After three seconds, the accumulated gunshots suddenly exploded, and the entire underground parking lot exploded with thunderous vibrations, and at the same time, bursts of **** flowers. The swollen ruffians with dull faces were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a disagreement, apathy and fierce murder on the spot.

After shooting two pistols, Zhou Qingfeng changed the magazine again, this time aiming at the black ruff who was driven by him.

"No, don't do this."

"We surrender."

"Do n’t shoot."

Various cries of shouting and shouting are the gunshots of Zhou Qingfeng shooting again. Half an minute later, the entire underground parking lot was filled with blood and blood. It's a bit exaggerated to say that blood flow drifts.

When Zhou Qingfeng moved these corpses to the Wasteland Havana transshipment freighter, the heavy smell made even the Butcher guarded next to them frown, "Victor, you seem to have opened a big hunting body. Let ’s talk about the murderous man I will only serve you. "

"Hehe ..., I just do n’t want anyone to steal my car." (To be continued.)