It was bright daytime and the sun was shining brightly, but Zhou Qingfeng felt a little cold inexplicably. The neighborhood where he was located was extremely deserted. Although there were many pedestrians on the road, they were all sturdy and fierce-looking niggers.

The niggers looked at people with a chill, and they never spoke loudly in the street. Three or two people gathered together to whisper, looking sneaky. No matter what they did, their eyes were habitually looking around, as if an enemy might pop up behind them at any time.

Watching these niggers rushing around the streets, Zhou Qingfeng had a Chinese face mixed in, making people feel like they were tightening. He found the street sign of this street, and only a few words in North Brooklyn were seen. The latter sign was rotten and there were several obvious bullet holes on it.

Damn, where is this place?

Zhou Qingfeng didn’t see the bus or the taxi. Occasionally, several cars drove past the streets, and they were all rushing at lightning, as if the back of his butt was on fire. It would be dangerous to stay for one second.

All the street lights in this block were blown up like a gunshot. Occasionally, I saw a few cameras on the street with only empty shelves left. There was always a smell of urine in the alley, and from time to time, I could see a few unkempt and dirt-faced trash bins rummaging.

Zhou Qingfeng walked in this neighborhood for half an hour and was so hungry that he was rumbled. He saw a Turkish barbecue restaurant on the side of the road, so he opened the door and walked in.

Several customers in the store were talking softly in front of the table. A thick and strong aunt was sitting on the barbecue table. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in, she stepped forward and shouted: "What do you want?"

"A serving of barbecue." Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the price tag in the store and chose the cheapest food.

The aunt of the shop grabbed the knife, cut off a few slices of beef from a barbecue rack, added a few more vegetable leaves and salad dressing, put them on the plate and handed them to Zhou Qingfeng, and said, "Six dollars."

Zhou Qingfeng was almost hungry for a day, and after paying, he picked up a knife and fork and swallowed it. Speaking of which, Turkish barbecue is quite a tasty food in the United States, and it is quite large in weight and is suitable for filling the stomach.

While eating, Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about what to do next? Although he couldn't continue to live in Caterina, this was not an unacceptable thing. After calming down, he had already figured out that nothing could go smoothly, as long as people could live.

"It's still necessary to find the mechanical dog named 'Dog Meat', which will be more reliable than humans. At least it won't throw itself away halfway like Katerina.

I can't lose my bet with Tony Parker. I would be furious if I watched the hippie boy wandering in front of me with 'dog meat'."

"But it is impossible to get rid of 'dog meat' without Anji's help. So now we have to find a way to contact Anji."

"Then I also get some living expenses, otherwise I can't handle the 'dog meat' and I will starve to death first."

Zhou Qingfeng was just thinking about it. When he was about to finish eating, the barbecue aunt brought a glass of coke in front of Zhou Qingfeng and said, "It's free for you."

"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng was indeed thirsty, so he picked up the cup and drank more than half of it.

But the barbecue aunt said slowly: "The nigger you killed once robbed our store. I cursed him to die on the street countless times, and today I finally got my wish."

What? Zhou Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this and slowly looked up at the barbecue aunt. The thick and strong barbecue aunt pointed to the TV screen hanging on the wall of the store, which was playing the scene of the murder near Target Department Store. A reporter was talking to the camera about the deterioration of public security.

"Damn it, I'm on TV." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the TV screen in shock, and there was a surveillance video of McDonald's at that time. The picture clearly showed the scene of himself turning over and stabbing the other person to death after being hijacked.

"Beautiful job." An old man in his sixties seat next to him gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up, and deliberately imitated his killing moves, saying in admiration: "You turn around very quickly and act very ruthlessly. You are Chinese, and your kung fu is great!"

Kung Fu, you are so tall! Your eyes can tell that I know how to do Kung Fu? I have really become a wanted criminal now. Do you still have the intention to joke with me?!

Seeing his big avatar being played on TV, Zhou Qingfeng was sweating protruding out in cold sweat. He drank the Coke in one sip, put down his cup and turned around to leave the barbecue restaurant. But at this moment, the door of the store clanged and two policemen walked in from outside.

Zhou Qingfeng did not stop, nor did he turn his head and run away. He calmly lowered his head and walked out, not looking at the police's eyes, but lowered his eyes just as he saw the two policemen pause slightly, and then he naturally pointed to the left and right, and their hands pressed towards the gun holster at the waist at the same time.

Still recognized!

Zhou Qingfeng's Chinese appearance is too eye-catching among a bunch of foreigners, so it is difficult for others to not pay attention to him. His big avatar is still hanging on the TV screen on the wall, which is the best verification target.

I'm going to be finished. Once I'm caught, I'll definitely be thrown into prison and imprisoned until death!

Zhou Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat and almost fell into a state of stagnation. He raised his head and saw two white policemen looking at him with a serious face. One of them had already opened his mouth and was about to shout while squirting the gun.

I can't be caught, I can't!

Extremely agile, always take the lead in attacking!

The passive attribute that Zhou Qingfeng had just obtained was activated, and he swung his body and rushed towards a policeman. The policeman's hand had just been placed on the holster, but he pushed the other party's arm with a palm and pulled out the Glock 17 pistol first.

Immediately afterwards..., pulling out the gun, holding, aiming, and three actions were completed in one go! Zhou Qingfeng's agility in desperate situation made everyone in the entire barbecue restaurant exclaim.

When everyone in the store felt that the young man was doomed. No one could have thought that his movements would be so fast that he actually controlled the two policemen. The old man who had just admired him whispered "Kung Fu" again!

Old man, you have watched too many movies!

Zhou Qingfeng's breath was heavy at this moment. His movements just now required strong explosive power. His heart was like a drum beat, and a layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead.

The two policemen, one of the people in front of their heads, were stolen, and the other one was pressed on the gun holster, and they were already stalemate, and both of them were a little stupid.

When they saw Zhou Qingfeng, they reacted quickly, and they cooperated with each other. However, they felt that the situation was a big reversal of 180 degrees. They had never seen anyone move so quickly, just like a ghost!

Zhou Qingfeng pointed at the policeman who was pressing his holster at the gun, and said in a low voice: "Put the gun and the walkie-talkie on the table, and use handcuffs to copy yourself and your companions on the legs of the table. Hurry up, do what I said, otherwise I will shoot."

Both policemen did as they did, put the gun in front of Zhou Qingfeng in a regular manner, and handcuffed himself and a table together, throwing the key out of the store. The whole process was extremely calm. After seeing Zhou Qingfeng's ghostly speed, no one dared to act rashly.

Seeing that the two policemen were losing threat, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly breathed a sigh of relief. He turned off his pistol insurance and wanted to insert the gun on his belt. But when he saw the police equipment pulling out the gun holster, he shouted softly: "Take off the clothes."

What?

The two policemen thought to themselves: Could it be that we met a pervert? They even had to take off our clothes when they were arrested.

The bloody clothes on Zhou Qingfeng were too conspicuous. He took off a policeman's clothes and pants and put them on him. Although they were a little wide, they were barely enough.

Gun holsters, walkie-talkies, handcuffs, even chili powder, electric shocks, and strong light flashlights. After Zhou Qingfeng got these things out of this Turkish barbecue restaurant, he had become a street patrolman in Brooklyn, New York.
Chapter completed!