Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 88: Ask for help

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No. 7, early morning.

After a night of exploration, teaching, and learning, Zhou Qingfeng confirmed: Eastern and Western women can be said to be very different from inside to outside, from thought to body, from concept to action.

After three hours of gradual and various negative distance fluid exchanges, Zhou Qingfeng realized what is called active? What is enthusiasm? What is a tired cow? Had he not been physically strong enough, he wouldn't be able to deal with the blonde big horse in front of him!

Sure enough, it ’s true knowledge, and it ’s true!

Early morning, Zhou Qingfeng wakes up. He occupies an empty house near Chinatown in Lower Manhattan. This is not only the place where he hides the mobile command vehicle, but also the relatively comfortable daily necessities.

Last night, the whole of Lower Manhattan was full of gunfire. More and more illegal immigrants in Brooklyn are pouring into Manhattan like a tide. It is estimated that tens of thousands of people have formed various gangs The high-rise buildings were looted.

However, there is still a restricted area near the New York Police Headquarters, where more than a dozen high-rise buildings are occupied by more than a dozen powerful gangs early, and anyone close to them is shot ruthlessly.

Zhou Qingfeng sat up from the bed and looked sideways out the window of the room. Several streets near him showed signs of looting, and even the house where he was located had bullet holes. Several bodies outside the house were shot by him when he tried to invade.

Several church pastors are passing through the streets with white flags. They clean up corpses everywhere, accommodate homeless people, dissuade others from stopping violence, and try to restructure social law and order.

The United States is still a society with a strong religious atmosphere. Christianity dominates and has not yet attacked religious personnel. However, the efforts of religious personnel have only slowed down the destruction of the entire city, because the city of New York can no longer support tens of millions of people.

The difficulty of survival cannot be solved by kindness and responsibility. After a while, the entire city will become hell!

Zhou Qingfeng was about to get up, Jenny. Braun also woke up, she was pulling the thin rolling hills covering her chest, stroking her hair to cover the bullet marks on the side of her ear, and said softly. Hi'. Both were a little embarrassed for a while.

For Jenny, the age of Zhou Qingfeng's is a little too young. Although it is already an adult, it is only 18 years old. If this matter is placed before the cataclysm, the thirty-year-old boy dating an eighteen-year-old boy can even become a scandal of high society.

For Zhou Qingfeng, he has a sense of national mission, and feels that since he goes to bed, he will completely conquer the big ocean horse in front of him. But practice has proved that he is a shameful student on the bed, and the mature and generous Jenny. Braun can be his teacher in some kind of love.

But both teachers and students are deeply satisfied with each other, one is physical strength, handsome image, good temperament, good charm, strong firepower, deep capital, and the other is great figure, beautiful appearance, patience, and good taste , Experienced and skilled.

The water and milk blend, the taste is wonderful!

"I think we ..." Jenny was flushed by Zhou Qingfeng. As a reporter, she is actually a very generous and hearty person, but the current situation makes people not generous, "I still do Breakfast bar. "

Jenny got out of bed slickly, grabbed the clothes thrown aside and went to the bathroom. Zhou Qingfeng sat on the head of the bed, just seeing the woman's hips beating while she was jogging, she felt the blood swell, and simply followed into the bathroom. In the exclamation of the ocean horse, she carried out a pleasant morning exercise.

It was only ten minutes after the activity started, and the stand-alone radio station at the table suddenly rang. Jenny, who had to stand against the wall, came back and begged in a low voice: "Victor, it seems that someone is calling you. We will come again at night, will we?"

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to hold Jenny to answer the radio station, but she was freed by the big ocean horse. She dressed and ran to the kitchen to get breakfast. On the radio, Butcher's throaty voice is constantly shouting: "Hey, Victor Hugo, Victor Hugo, are you still alive?"

"I won't die if you die." Zhou Qingfeng said, clutching the small individual radio station. He is now rich in materials, very luxurious brushing his teeth, washing his face and changing clothes, while cleaning up the old skin that has fallen off some of his wounds, while looking at the Jenny wearing an apron. With toast and pork sausage.

"Ha Ha Ha ..., I saw the building of the immigration office on fire the night before, and I was worried that you would have been burned inside." Butcher asked: "How? Have you managed the group of people in the building?"

"I've done it already! I have returned to the mobile command vehicle, collected a lot of materials, and now I have breakfast." Zhou Qingfeng got close to Jenny, kissed the woman's face, and grabbed the table. Stuffed his mouth into his mouth.

However, Butcher's incoming call reminded Zhou Qingfeng of one thing. The Portaschi brother who died in his hand the night before was actually unlucky. He felt strange in his heart.

According to the original plot, the elite monster pair of Portaschi brothers died in David Lawrence about half a month later. At that time, David Lawrence was almost like a god, and it was like playing to kill these two guys.

But now, the two villains died in the hands of Zhou Qingfeng on the second day of the cataclysm, and the whole process also abused Zhou Qingfeng as unnecessary, leaving him with injuries all over. If he didn't recover much faster than ordinary people, he should now lie in a corner and suffer from the pain.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng is actually full of tears. He has no protagonist strength or protagonist power, but he has done the protagonist's work, and he is really tired!

But it was Butcher who was more bitter. He heard Zhou Qingfeng chewing on the pork intestines and scolded the other side, "I thought you were dead or trapped somewhere. But you actually still If you can have breakfast, come and help me quickly. "

Yesterday Zhou Qingfeng tried to contact Butcher, but could not be reached. He guessed that the big Russian must be in trouble. Now I heard, it really is.

"You can't get things done, can I still do it?" There is a contrast to be happy. Zhou Qingfeng took another sip of hot milk and felt very comfortable. It's not easy to get a hot meal at world's end.

Jenny whispered through the milk and said: "Our food cabinet only has these things, lacking fresh ingredients, otherwise I will be able to do better."

"You still have a woman to make breakfast for you?" Butcher heard Jenny's voice, and even scolded angrily: "Damn, I knew this way, I won't be separated from you. My situation here is terrible ! Dead people, dead people, dead people, dead people everywhere. "

"How bad is your situation?" Zhou Qingfeng was still breathless when listening to Butcher, only when the other party was joking.

However, the voice on the radio changed quickly, and a resolute female voice was inserted, saying, "Victor Hugo, where are you now? Now we need your help very much."

"Katrina?" Zhou Qingfeng froze, his smile stopped. The fierce temper of Hu Niu has always been tsundere, which can make her say that she wants to help, things are not ordinary.

Katerina Ruiwen said: "Yes, it is me. We are trapped inside the City Hall subway station, and there are thousands of people trapped together. Our situation is terrible, you must find a way to save us, otherwise Everyone here must die. "