Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 83: Default battlefield

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On the fifteenth floor, a closed corridor was dim. Some moonlight vaguely came in through the window, and I could only see a few **** bodies lying on the ground, as well as dozens of tables and chairs and a large number of paper items that blocked most of the corridors.

The external power supply of the building was interrupted, and the lighting relied on the internal emergency power supply. However, Zhou Qingfeng smashed all the emergency lights in this corridor. He was squatting around the corner of the corridor at the moment. He took out a few bottles of wine with a high degree of brandy, a brandy, a whiskey, and a vodka.

Whiskey is a well-known spirit. Brandy is known as ‘burning liquor’. As for vodka, you should treat it as pure alcohol. These were taken by Zhou Qingfeng from the small wine cabinet in a hidden place.

"Hugo, are we really feasible this way?" Mobutu asked, hiding behind him, his natural complexion hiding him perfectly in the dark. "There are far more enemies than us. In case we What if I burn myself to death? "

Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a night vision device from the police. He checked his firearm for the last time and turned his head to look at Mobutu. He said: "Listen, I know you want to escape, you want to leave The **** here is as far away as possible. Not only you think, I also think.

But I want to tell you that you escaped this time, and you cannot escape next time. You will not live a few days longer because you have escaped successfully. Even if no one is bothering you, disease and hunger will kill you. Believe me, life will only get more and more sad.

All we have to do now is do everything possible to compete with others for the chance of survival. The specific thing you need to do later is very simple, that is, when I am in danger, I can come out to help me. I do n’t want you to be brave enough, but I want you to play well. "

Zhou Qingfeng finally pushed Mobutu and said, "Hide behind, I will call you if necessary."

Mobutu left silently, and Zhou Qingfeng could see his rickshaw's back through the night vision device. Obviously, this black man was not much morale. In fact, he can't talk about high morale. He just has to work hard not to push the road.

NTZ-49 strengthened all aspects of Zhou Qingfeng's physical fitness, and even began to slightly improve his IQ and judgment and analysis ability. But nothing can enhance his courage, everything can only rely on him to encourage himself.

"God, please let me get a better shot, and the gun feels better. Because my ammunition is not infinite." Zhou Qingfeng holding the SCAR rifle in his hand, leaned silently against the wall.

The number of gangsters has an absolute advantage. After Zhou Qingfeng cleared the fifteenth floor, they found that they could not clean the sixteenth floor. Because there are too many enemies above the 16th floor, and they are very active, he was shot by a gun when he went up.

In order to solve this problem, Zhou Qingfeng presets the battlefield on the fifteenth floor, trying to create a geographical advantage for himself, waiting for the gangsters to attack. Only this passive approach can succeed, only God knows!

While waiting silently in Zhou Qingfeng, the gangsters who are aware of the abnormalities are re-sweeping the floors they control. Listening to the clutter of footsteps coming from the direction of the fire stairs, his hand holding the gun couldn't help but grab a few points-it sounds like there are really a lot of enemies!

With a clatter, the fire door on the fifteenth floor was kicked open, and a gangster was rushed in by Yakov. The pathfinder's unlucky egg rolled down on the ground as soon as he came in, and he swept the shuttle around the room boldly.

Bang bang ..., after half of the magazine was empty, the unlucky egg leaned against a wall to breathe quickly, swallowing saliva. The reason for this tension is naturally a dozen corpses that have been seen along the tenth floor.

The gangsters are not born to be bold. They only appear particularly arrogant when there are many people in the crowd, and they have an absolute advantage. The courage in ordinary times may not be as good as normal people.

Now, the almost slaughtering technique of Zhou Qingfeng really scares the gangsters. After all, there is only one life for everyone. It is impossible not to cherish.

"How's it going inside?" Yakov asked loudly hiding behind the fire door.

The pathfinding gangster gasped and said, "It seems, it seems to be fine."

So, one gangster after another was forced by Yakov to rush into the fifteenth floor. After the number of companions exceeded twenty, they felt relaxed, but only a little bit.

There are four or five corridors outside the fire door on the fifteenth floor. At the moment, the corridor is quiet and silent. Yakov holds an M4A1 carbine in his back, and orders his men to start searching the entire floor. "Be sure to find him, otherwise we all don't think about the comfort!"

Because of robbing a district police station in Queens, Korgan's men are generally equipped with M4A1. Now the gangsters walked into the corridors on the fifteenth floor carrying them one by one.

"Idiot, don't squeeze in a pile. That kid is equipped with stun grenade, do you want to be bombed again?" Yakov also took police night vision and stared at the movement in the corridor from behind. Now that the police have disappeared, police equipment has been popularized.

The gangsters really want to spread out, but the more scattered the formation, the slower the first few walk. The front part is slow, and the people behind naturally follow up, and the crowd is inseparable. The quieter the scene, the heavier the breathing of all people.

"Wow ..." The leading bandit suddenly shouted.

Yakov asked angrily behind his head: "What happened?"

"Yes ... Someone is dead." The leading gangster had walked to the pile of table and chair obstacles arranged by Zhou Qingfeng, where there was a dead body killed by him.

"What are the dead afraid of? Keep looking for me." Yakov shouted angrily.

While Zhou Qingfeng heard the shout, he immediately stood up from where he was hiding, pulled out a stun grenade from his hand, and dropped it after pulling the string.

The tossing wind immediately caught the attention of the gangsters. The two leading gangsters opened fire violently in the front, while the gangsters in the rear chased around one by one. Only at the end of the war, Yakov could see clearly in the night vision device and shouted: "Fool, get down!"

With a loud bang, the dazzling light suddenly lights up in the darkness, and the brightness of 8 million candles will be accompanied by a loud noise for a few seconds. This intensity of light can directly turn people temporarily blind, especially in a dark environment, the effect is particularly significant.

This is the benefit of the preset battlefield. When to launch an attack is determined by Zhou Qingfeng. When the stun grenade exploded, even the Yakov, which was far away, could not fight. His night vision device temporarily failed due to the strong light. Although it was not blinded, it also became dark.

Zhou Qingfeng shielded the lens barrel of its night vision device in advance, in order to win the absolute advantage of so few seconds. When the flashlight's glare disappeared, a group of gangsters screamed loudly in the corridor. He immediately appeared from the corner, knelt with his gun on both knees, firmly aimed at the target and started a precise single shot.

Bang ...!

A gangster was shot in the chest, and the ordinary policeman ’s soft body armor failed to block the penetration of the bullet. The gangster hit the ground.

Bang ...!

Another gangster was shot in the chest, but the bulletproof vest inserted into the ceramic plate saved his life, but the heavy impact still caused him to fall to the ground.

Bang ..., bang ..., bang ...!

One shot and one shot, one bullet at a time, the gangsters started shooting wildly, but they could n’t resist the accurate and ruthless shooting of Zhou Qingfeng.

Lying at the end of the last Yakov and cursing themselves at the incompetent gang, if they spread out a little obediently, would they be slaughtered like a bird? "Ivan, that kid is on the 15th floor, I need support, come and support!"