Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 103: Sitting in a sleepy city

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The Chinatown in Manhattan is not a small area. The buildings and facilities here are far inferior to other areas in Manhattan. They are quite shabby.

Zhou Qingfeng travel along both sides of the road, and follow the map index to the nearby fire station. But he soon faced a matter of not knowing whether to cry or laugh, and the street he was going to was barricaded.

Several streets where Chinese gather are blocked by people. They are entrenched in their territory, prohibiting any outsiders from entering and exiting, and intending to protect themselves in this negative way.

"I saw the patrol, there are sentries on the top of the building, and there are at least a few thousand people living in it." Zhou Qingfeng raised binoculars, and he can see that his compatriots are doing very well in fighting illegal immigrants and the city gangster.

"You Chinese are very ruthless." Katrina is also observing. A Chinese patrol was dragging the body. It seemed that several white men were trying to hit the barricade.

"I always thought that we Chinese are bullied abroad." Although Zhou Qingfeng was very happy that his countrymen had a place to live in, he was blocked by a barricade. If he wants to go around, he may have to face another group of gangster forces occupying the street.

"Do n’t talk nonsense, when you Chinese are cruel, you are more fierce than anyone else!" Katrina was not convinced by Zhou Qingfeng's's words, "I was in mercenary in Africa, I had dealt with you Chinese.

Every time you are attacked, the world you call will know that you feel wronged. But when you attack others, you never say it. When the Chinese grab the site, they become extremely savage. "

"Is it?" Zhou Qingfeng said with a happy face. Hearing this news, he had a feeling of ‘comrades are so shameless, I feel relieved’.

However, the tone of Katrina changed again, and said ridiculously: "But you Chinese are also very infighting. You want to be the first in everything you do. If you are not the first, you will be unhappy and never give up."

"Stop, stop, stop, let's think about the trouble in front of us now?" Zhou Qingfeng looked a little ashamed, he didn't want to talk about these black history.

"What else can I do? Say hello to them, can you discuss it? Can you have an advantage? As long as the way is correct, you are willing to communicate and communicate with people.

It is impossible for us to kill everyone in Manhattan. Such a entrenched closed force is definitely something we will face in the future. "

Katrina also pushed Zhou Qingfeng, he asked in surprise: "You let me go up?"

"Did you let me as an Englishman go up?" Katrina rolled his eyes.

Hoo ..., it seems that I can only go up.

Zhou Qingfeng is not used to the feeling of facing the muzzle, but he can only stand up and shout loudly at the far post, "Hi! I am Chinese, can I talk to you?" >

The sentry immediately aimed at the gun and scared Zhou Qingfeng to quickly hide behind the wall of a building. After a while, the sentry shouted in Chinese: "Opposite, you can walk slowly, but I want to see your hands."

"Go, Chinese kid." Katrina patted Zhou Qingfeng's on the shoulder and said jokingly: "I hope you have the expertise in negotiation."

Zhou Qingfeng flashed his head a few times to make sure that there was no danger on the other side before he came out bravely. He also raised his hands and signaled that he was harmless. But when he approached, someone came up after the barricade, and after a few glances at him, he asked, "Are you the kid who killed the mayor of New York?"

Unlucky Director of the New York Police Department Bratton, achieved Zhou Qingfeng's prestige!

"Yes!" Zhou Qingfeng nodded shyly, "My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and the English name is Victor Hugo."

There were several Chinese with guns behind the barricades, and a middle-aged man shouted enthusiastically: "Boy, come in! We now need someone like you who dares to fight and kill, and you have been reported on TV , I believe you can never be a group of white and black people. "

The middle-aged man is obviously a leader. He patted the shoulders of Zhou Qingfeng's hard and said with amazement: "Boy, your outfit is really good! The New York police do n’t lose a lot of money in your hands. Something! "

Zhou Qingfeng also carries a variety of NYPD equipment, he also said cheerfully: "Uncle, can you discuss something with you."

"Want to join us? I have said, no problem. My surname is Zheng, from Hebei, you will call me Uncle Zheng later." Uncle Zheng is really enthusiastic, holding Zhou Qingfeng's hand and walking towards the back of the market. He went to meet other friends.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't speak for a while, so he could only follow Uncle Zheng. He quickly entered a roadside restaurant, which had been transformed into a command post.

"Come here, guys, do you know this kid ?! A week ago, the Victor Hugo in New York was violent. The real name was Zhou Qingfeng, and we came to us today." Uncle Zheng called out in the restaurant.

Zhou Qingfeng thought he would be cheered, but there were only a few cold eyes in the restaurant, which made his prepared smile face useless. There are more than a dozen people in the restaurant, old and young, all sitting at the table with sad faces, as if just ended a fruitless discussion.

"What's the matter? Are you worried? We are not alive now." Uncle Zheng looked optimistic and pulled Zhou Qingfeng one by one to introduce everyone. "This old man Li, a Hokkien, an old overseas Chinese. This Xiao Tang, a new immigrant who came seven years ago. This is Marco, who used to be a soldier in the US military and is our main force."

Uncle Zheng introduced, Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward with a smile and shook hands. When he walked in front of Marco, the shaved, young man in the US military training uniform said in a sarcastic tone: "I can't stay outside anymore, so I thought of looking for fellow men to warm up? But we have no food left here. ! "

"I guessed it." Zhou Qingfeng can understand with his knees that these Chinese families are very expensive and expensive. Without external supplements, everyone has to sit in the sad city. "I actually borrowed."

"Why borrow?" Mr. Li, sitting on the other end, snatched the conversation with a Minnan accent.

"My companion and I are going to the Bloom Street behind you, but only a few streets are blocked. I can only come up with a way to borrow the road."

"You still have companions? How many people?"

"Just two, me and an Englishman. We want to get a fire truck on Bron Street."

Listening to Zhou Qingfeng, two people, Grandpa Li shook his head and said: "It was okay to say a few days ago, but now I can't get through, the surroundings are blocked. Everyone is grabbing the site, everyone is afraid of being robbed , No one can believe anyone.

Now everyone knows that New York is over and we all want to run. But there is another gang of people on Bloen Street. Thousands of us are trapped here and ca n’t move. We ca n’t escape! "