The New York Police Department headquarters is a very large building, and what you get here is not just vehicles. Zhou Qingfeng sent a small number of people to watch the entrances and exits of the police department headquarters, and then began to sweep and collect materials layer by layer.

As soon as the catastrophe occurred, more than a dozen people rushed into the police headquarters. As a result, no one came in under the violent conflict, and the entire building was empty.

There are twenty or thirty functional departments in the headquarters of the police station. Zhou Qingfeng first found a large number of police equipment, pistols, rifles, shotguns, stun guns, digital walkie-talkies, handcuffs, pepper sprays, night vision devices, small drones, etc. In addition, there are a large number of police personal belongings, including many good goods.

Among them are thousands of high-power digital walkie-talkies, which are more useful than guns for Zhou Qingfeng and others. The coverage of this walkie-talkie reaches the entire city of New York and is the only reliable and convenient communication tool after the mobile phone fails.

"Transfer all these things onto the car." Zhou Qingfeng grouped more than 50 plundering team members. Each of the four leaders, including him, brought about a dozen people to clean the floors in sections. In the end, he found that there were too many things and too many things, so he could only choose the most useful ones to load and take them away.

"Ah..., see what I found!" Zhou Qingfeng found boxes of ammunition. He had selected an MRAP armored vehicle as his mount. The heavy armor could make him ignore any obstacles. He will use the M249 machine gun to shoot outside on the machine gun tower, and now this box of dot two, two and three ammunition provides him with continuous firepower.

While the police headquarters was plundered, a large number of people gathered again in the Town Hall Square, not far from the police headquarters. The bodies of yesterday had been cleaned up, but the blood on the ground was still shocking. Nieto stood in the crowd, feeling anxious.

The scene of the forklift attack is still fresh in memory. There are very few people who join the gang of Zedas with Nieto. Whenever he thinks about it, he sighs that he is extremely lucky.

But if he was really lucky, Nieto wouldn't be frightened. He should have escaped yesterday, but he was slower when he ran away. As the leader of the gang, Guzmann was scared and paralyzed with a loud shout. As a result, he was still standing in the town hall square the next day, preparing for the founding ceremony of the New York Republic.

"The damn Republic of New York is a joke. So many people have died, but they still haven't stopped." Nieto looked outside the square, where there were a large number of people coming from Brooklyn. Unlike usual, the Zhetas gang was very cautious about recruiting personnel this time and had a lot of requirements for personnel.

According to physical fitness, appearance, and ability, the Zhetas gang only recruited about 300 people this time. This made tens of thousands of other people who were unable to join, and these people began to run around Manhattan like locusts.

Yes, there are tens of thousands more people. There were tens of thousands of people yesterday, and tens of thousands more people came today. Nieto felt that the days ahead would be more and more sad.

"Nieto." A loud shout rang out.

Nieto shivered in fear, and turned around and saw the bearded Guzman walking to him, "Come here, from now on, you will be the head of the Seventh Squad. These ten people will be under your command. Take them to dinner and arrange their accommodation by the way. Remember, if anyone is disobedient, shoot him to death."

Guzman patted Nieto's back heavily, indicating that he remembered that he was carrying a rifle and a pistol. Nieto became the leader of a small team for no reason. He actually couldn't shoot at all. He was a nineteen-year-old Mexican farmer.

But now...

Nieto straightened his chest, imitated Guzman's fierce appearance, and strode to his ten subordinates, first cursing, then kicking and hitting. When someone finally couldn't help resisting, he turned his rifle stock and smashed the other party hard to the ground.

Waiting for the whole team to become trembling, Nieto took them to collect food. However, when passing by Guzmann, the real cruel man sneered, "I learned very quickly, but you are not cruel enough. If I were to shoot the guy who dared to resist."

In front of Guzman, Nieto didn't dare to look at the other person's face. When he closed his eyes these two days, he was a scene of himself and dozens or hundreds of people flying in the battlefield. In these dreams, there was no exception that Guzman held a pistol and shot him freely behind them.

The so-called receiving food is just to distribute some biscuits and dry bread, and there is no water, so I can only find a way for myself. But this treatment is already very enviable. The people who join the Zhetas gang are not full and hungry for three meals? It would be good if you have something to eat.

When receiving the food, Nieto secretly took out a few bullets from his pocket and said to the person who distributed the food: "How about a bullet exchange for another piece of bread?"

"Two nine-mm pistol bullets, or one ot two two three rifle bullets for a piece of bread." The person who distributed the food was a big fat man, who was sheltered by the Zhetas gang because of his skill in cooking.

"Yesterday I was a pistol bullet to exchange for a piece of bread." Nieto wanted to fight.

"You also know it was yesterday? You had eaten yesterday, so don't eat today?" The fat chef refused to give in. "Do you change it or not? If you don't change it, get out of the way, and the food will only decrease and the amount."

Nieto had no choice but to exchange the bullet in his hand for two more pieces of bread. The ten subordinates behind him were silently watching the scene, secretly recording the trading location and price of the food black market.

After receiving the food, Nieto took his subordinates to a building near the town hall. After allocating his subordinates' housing, he came to his room and knocked on the door, "Halley, Sophia, open the door, I'm back."

A sound of heavy objects moving sounded behind the door, and then a crack was opened. The woman inside held a pistol and looked out vigilantly, confirming that it was Nieto who had just opened the door behind him.

The two women were rewarded yesterday. Halle is a young black girl, in her teens. Sophia is a Mexican woman, in her thirties.

"I brought you food, but there was no water." Nieto took out the bread he had exchanged for with bullets.

In the traitas gang, women did not have food allocated, and the men who adopted them were responsible for getting them food. This made the woman's situation extremely miserable.

Nieto is quite kind. He and these two women were crazy all night last night because he prefers the young and beautiful Harley, so he naturally gave the other party more food.

The older Sophia saw this injustice but didn't say much. Instead, she tore her part apart and handed it to Nieto, saying, "You should eat more. If you want to eat water, I have collected some of it, enough for us to drink it for two days."

With just a few words, the teenager Harley had finished her bread, and her eyes were still staring at the portion Sophia gave out. Nieto looked at it and said, "Then let Harley eat it, I'm full."

Halle almost rushed up and snatched the bread from Sophia. She swallowed the food into her stomach in three or five bites, and then she began to hug Nieto's neck and act coquettishly. In a few minutes, Nieto was pulled into the room and started having sex.
Chapter completed!