Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 114: Messenger

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"This must be Lena Fox With the soft text she made, she was trying to recruit more people. But there are really a lot of people coming over. What can I do to feed them? " Zhou Qingfeng Correct' Armed Nun Association ‘It ’s inexplicable, but he did n’t even bother to ask clearly through the radio.

"Show this newspaper to other people in the block. There are so many tracing notices, maybe someone can find their family." Zhou Qingfeng threw the newspaper away and greeted Minsk to the subway station. Now the time is pressing , It is better not to care about other broken things.

The night is dark and the stars are blinking.

Zhou Qingfeng and Minsk took sixteen men and pulled up the Pacers machine to carry a large number of tools and headed to the nearby subway station. Because they were worried about exposing their intentions, they did not turn on the lights and only rely on a night vision device to explore the road.

There were gunshots all over Lower Manhattan at night. Climbing up the rooftop, you can clearly see the stream of various projectiles flying around. It ’s true that it is hell.

The subway entrance in New York is very simple, narrow and small, and very unremarkable. Zhou Qingfeng moved a few ice cream cones in the way and glanced at the entrance. There was a man lying at the entrance of the subway. It seemed that he was not young, and he seemed to be holding a hand in his arms ..., violin?

"Hi, old man, this is not where you can stay. Stay away from here." Zhou Qingfeng kicked with his foot, and the old man on the ground quickly got up and repeatedly apologized to him.

The apology just returned, but the old man did not leave. Instead, he asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, are you going to have a serenade? I am Joseph Bell, the chief violin player of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. I am good at playing the violin. My past concert tickets will not be less than five Hundred dollars, now I will play for you for free, how? "

The old man used questions, but he immediately started playing. More than a dozen menacing Wasteland thugs looked around in a silly look.

"Old man, stop! Now no one listens to your performance." Zhou Qingfeng whispered angrily: "Get out of New York immediately, you still have a chance to live. Staying is a dead end."

"If you leave New York, no one will listen to my performance. I have struggled all my life, I just want to play in various theaters on Broadway in New York, and continue to play until I die! I will soon achieve my dream, I Will not give up. "The old man was still very stubborn.

"You have to play to perform elsewhere."

"But other places are not safe."

"Are you unaware that you are very unsafe now?"

"But I think you are good tempered."

Zhou Qingfeng really wants to raise his head and sigh: I am a madman. He grabbed the old man by the shoulders and threw it out of the subway alive, and said in a nasty voice: "Old man, listen to my persuasion, it is still too late to leave New York."

"But I am old, ..."

"I don't care whether you are old or not, don't hinder me in front of me."

At the end of Zhou Qingfeng, he kicked the old man away and led the team into the subway. During the whole process, no one around him spoke.

Going down from the subway entrance, Zhou Qingfeng and others screwed up a bright flashlight and went all the way to Chambers Station near the police headquarters. On this road, there was no overturning train blocking the road, and the road was smooth. Since the satellites in the sky can still work now, after arriving at Chambers Station, Minsk used GPS to locate and chose an excavation point in the subway tunnel wall.

"Digging six meters upwards from here, we should be able to enter a closed sewer." Minsk greeted, the calf-sized ‘Pacers’ stepped forward, and the high-pressure water flow cutter was carried up.

Zhou Qingfeng has obtained a lot of high-energy batteries, which can be used to drive a portable ultra-high pressure water flow cutting machine with a 500 MPa level. This kind of machine has never been able to dig holes and remove walls. The only drawback now is that some water is wasted.

"Minsk, you bring a few people to control the machine, and leave a few people to guard, I will take a few people to go around the tunnel, so that no one will disturb us, and at the same time bring the follow-up tools." Because Minsk is too boring, only It can be ordered by Zhou Qingfeng, others just obey.

The whole work of drilling holes and removing walls is extremely dull. As I work under the dark subway, I can hardly notice the change of time. In order to seize the time, more than a dozen people work in three shifts, 24 hours a day, 24 hours a day, eat and drink in the subway, all supplies are selected from the outside to supply at night.

The first day of construction passed quickly, and Minsk successfully opened a large six-meter hole. The entire engineering team entered a sewer and turned to another communication maintenance pipeline.

However, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't stay underground, and Butcher, who went out to search again, brought back a messenger, the messenger of Zetas gangster.

"Mr. Hugo, my name is Jos. Lowes.Mr. Zetas sent me to bring you his greetings. At the same time, I officially invite you to become our friend." The messenger is a middle with a "Z" pattern on his forehead Young people, with the dark skin that is common among Mexicans, have very kind eyes.

Just a few bodyguards who came with Jos were n’t kind. They wore headscarves, wearing homemade tactical vests, carrying six or seven magazines, with choppers on their waists, guns in their hands, indifferent Eyes always like to sweep around people's necks.

Of course, these guys also like to stare at Katrina ’s chest and thighs. They even openly whispered in Spanish, the tone is extremely obscene.

In order to receive this group of uninvited guests, except for the Minsk working in the subway, all three other members of the team were present. Katrina stood behind Zhou Qingfeng and whispered close to his ear: "Pay attention to the M67 grenade hanging on the waist of this bunch of bastards. This can never be obtained from the police station."

Zhou Qingfeng also noticed the equipment of this group of guys. It felt like they found the US National Guard or the US Army camp and got a lot of good things.

Josie reached out to Zhou Qingfeng and smiled and said: "Mr. Hugo, please accept the friendship of Mr. Zetas and become a member of us, otherwise you will regret it!"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to reach out a bit, but Katrina gently pushed him behind him before he let him make a compromise.

The hands of the two men are held together, which makes Zhou Qingfeng feel sick. The other person's palm was wet and hot, and it was sticky and uncomfortable.

Jos said extremely proudly: "Mr. Hugo, this is the right choice. We actually know that you attacked one of our convoys and snatched some supplies from Mr. Zetas. Just outside your block, there are The assembly of 500 powerful Zetas guards is complete.

If you make the wrong choice, the ending will not look good. But now there is nothing. You are already an official of New York Republic, and those materials should be given to you. "

Zhou Qingfeng released his hand and frowned and asked: "Mr. Jos, you must also hold a key position in New York Republic? Can you know your identity?"

"I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs and a humble servant of Lowes.Mr. Zetas." This obscene Mexican man spoke of his leader's name, and he was slightly respectful.

Zhou Qingfeng really has the illusion of hell. The person who filed this way was actually the Minister of Foreign Affairs. What a **** New York Republic really is a joke!