"This must be a soft article made by Lena Fox. She is trying to recruit more people. But a lot of people are really coming over. What should I use to support them?" Zhou Qingfeng felt puzzled by the 'Armed Sisters Association', but he didn't have the heart to ask clearly via radio.

"Let this newspaper show the rest of the neighborhood. There are so many missing person notices on it, and maybe someone can find their family." Zhou Qingfeng threw away the newspaper and called Minsk to the subway station. Time is tight now, so it is better not to worry about other messy things.

The night is dark and the stars are shining.

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

At night, gunfire sounds everywhere in Lower Manhattan. Climbing up the roof of the stairs, you can clearly see all kinds of projectiles flying around. It is true that this is hell.

The entrance to the subway in New York is very simple, narrow and small, and inconspicuous. Zhou Qingfeng moved a few ice cream cones that blocked the road and glanced at the entrance. There was a person lying at the entrance of the subway. He looked quite old and seemed to be holding a violin in his arms..., Violin?

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

But he apologized, but the old man didn't 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 very good at playing the violin. My past tickets for concerts would not be less than 500 US dollars. Now I will play it for you for free. How about it?"

The old man used questions, but he immediately started playing. More than a dozen aggressive wasteland thugs surrounded him and looked around.

"Old man, stop! No one listens to your performance now." Zhou Qingfeng shouted in a low voice: "Get out of New York immediately, you still have a chance to survive. Staying behind you will be dead."

"But when I left New York, no one listened to my performance. I have struggled all my life to play in various theaters on Broadway in New York, and keep playing until I die! I am about to achieve my dream, and I will not give up." The old man was still very stubborn.

"You want to play and perform somewhere else."

“But somewhere else is not safe.”

"Don't you feel that you are already very unsafe now?"

"But I think you have good tempers."

Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to raise his head and sigh: I, his mother, met a madman. He grabbed the old man's shoulders, threw him out of the subway entrance, and said in a bad voice: "Old man, listen to my advice, it's still time to leave New York now."

"But I'm old,..."

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

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

After going down from the subway entrance, Zhou Qingfeng and others turned on a strong flashlight and headed all the way to Chambers Station near the General Police Bureau. There were no overturned trains blocking the road along the way, and the road was smooth. Since the satellites in the sky could still work, after arriving at Chambers Station, Minsk used GPS positioning to select an excavation point in the tunnel wall of the subway.

"Dig six meters up from here, we should be able to enter a closed sewer." Minsk greeted him, and the calf-sized 'Pacers' stepped forward, and the high-pressure water flow cutting machine was transported.

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 of 500 MPa. This kind of machine has never been able to drill holes and remove walls. The only disadvantage now is that it is a bit waste of water.

"Minsk, you can take a few people to control the machine and leave a few people to be responsible for the alert. I will take a few people to go around other places of the tunnel to avoid disturbing us, and at the same time transport the subsequent tools." Because Minsk was too boring, Zhou Qingfeng could only give the order, and everyone else would just obey.

The entire work of digging holes and demolishing walls is extremely dull. Because 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, eating, drinking, defecating and scattering in the subway, and all supplies are available from the outside at night.

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

However, Zhou Qingfeng could not stay underground all the time. The butcher who went out to loot again brought back an envoy - the messenger of the Zhetas gang.

"Mr. Hugo, my name is Mr. Joslos Tedas. I send me to bring you his greetings. At the same time, I also formally invite you to be our friend." The messenger was a middle-aged man with the 'Z' pattern on his forehead, with dark skin that is generally the Mexicans, and he looked very kind.

But the few bodyguards who followed Jos came were not kind. They wore headscarves, wore homemade tactical vests, six or seven magazines, had machetes on their waists, and guns in their hands. Their cold eyes always liked to sweep around people's necks.

Of course, these guys also like to stare at Caterina's chest and thighs, and they even openly joked in Spanish, with an extremely obscene tone.

In order to receive this group of uninvited guests, except for Minsk who was working in the subway, all three other people in the team were present. Katerina stood behind Zhou Qingfeng and approached his ear and whispered: "Note that the M67 grenades hanging on the waists of these bastards. This can never be obtained from the police station."

Zhou Qingfeng also noticed the equipment of these guys, and felt that they had found the U.S. National Police or the U.S. Army camp and got a lot of good things.

Qiao Si stretched out his hand to Zhou Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Mr. Hugo, please accept Mr. Tzetas' friendship and become a member of us, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to reach out, but Katerina gently pushed him behind him before letting him make a compromise.

The two men's hands were held together, which made Zhou Qingfeng feel very disgusting. The other party's palms were wet and hot, and it was sticky and uncomfortable.

But Jos said proudly: "Mr. Hugo, this is the right choice. We actually know that you attacked one of our convoys and robbed some of Mr. Zhetas' supplies. Just outside your neighborhood, five hundred powerful Zhetas' guards have already assembled.

If you make the wrong choice, the ending will be bad. But it’s nothing now. You are already an official of the Republic of New York, so you will give it to you.”

Zhou Qingfeng let go of his hand and frowned and asked, "Mr. Jos, you must also hold an important position in the New York Republic, right? Can you know your identity?"

"I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the humble servant of Mr. Los Tedas." The obscene Mexican man said the name of his leader and bent respectfully.
Chapter completed!