In the monitoring room of Lower Manhattan Hospital, seven bloody corpses were dragged aside by the kidnappers, but no one cleaned up the blood marks on the ground, reminding others that a tragedy of massacre had just happened here. The CNN reporter in charge of the filming was already scared by this cruel scene. Na Na didn't know what to do for a long time?

Locke, who had a big brain, stared at the several large screens in the surveillance room, frowned. The trouble Zhou Qingfeng caused him was far from killing his seven subordinates.

For this kidnapping operation, Locke started planning since he was released from prison. In two months, he recruited a total of 24 desperate people to participate. If it were just street kidnapping, so many people would not be used at all. However, the sudden situation now makes his manpower short.

Locke has only seventeen men left, and there are only fifteen of them except him and his brother. It is natural that there are no one left to control hundreds of hostages in a huge hospital. If you add a policeman who is making trouble internally, it will be even more troublesome!

All Locke can do now is to use a few powerful bombs to scare the police among the hostages, otherwise he would have been ashes if the police attacked in. But the question now is how to deal with the Hugo Police Officer who was mixed in the underground parking lot of the hospital?

To be honest, Zhou Qingfeng killed seven subordinates in a row. This fierce attitude caught Locke off guard. He himself felt that Zhou Qingfeng was really brave and unresponsive. After thinking about it, he walked from the monitoring room to another room next door, where the core figure of the entire kidnapping case was Lina Fox.

Miss Fox is enjoying her last supper at this moment, and she has handed over the super management authority of the Central Committee of the Consortium. As long as the authority is transferred, it will be her doomsday.

"Miss Fox, how does dinner feel?" Locke made it to Lina Fox, grabbed a bottle of red wine on the dining table and looked at it a few times, and asked, "Red Wangyan..., what kind of wine is this?"

"Put it down, that's my wine. Don't pollute it." Lina Fox still looked calm and elegant. She put down the small fork in her hand, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said, "It should be three hours left before the transfer of authority will end. Can't you wait to kill me?"

"No, no, it's not your problem, it's mine. I want to ask the policeman who saved you, who is the guy you said is Victor Hugo, what is the origin of? Is it a special policeman from the New York Emergency Service Team? Or is it a great person?"

Looking at Locke's very distressed look, Lina Fox couldn't help but lit up her eyes. She asked quietly: "It seems that Officer Hugo has caused you a lot of trouble."

Lock immediately shook his big head, raised his fingers and swayed it in a negative way, "No, it's not a problem. Now the elevator has stopped operating, and all the passages and entrances and exits are stared at by my people. He is now blocked by me in the underground parking lot and can't go anywhere.

I'm already planning to fill gasoline into the underground parking lot. At that time, as long as I throw a match inside, the damn policeman will not die of suffocation, but will be burned into a roasted suckling pig."

"But he is not dead yet, isn't he?" Lina Fox raised his head proudly and said with a smile: "Someone just said he would send someone to kill the Officer Hugo immediately, but now he said he would fill the gasoline. I bet that the people you sent were dead, and there were still quite a few people who died, right?"

Bang...!

Locke slapped Lena. Fox in the face, and the slap turned her to the ground. The somewhat nervous bandit leader twisted his body uncomfortable and said unhappily: "Miss Fox, it's really unpleasant to chat with you. Well, I admit that the damn policeman killed seven of me. He made me angry, angry!

So the game is over. I plan to change the rules and burn him to death with gasoline. I see what he can do this time? He is definitely dead, dead!"

After Locke roared, he turned around and left. The former bodyguard Raj, who was in charge of the guard, held a pistol and sat aside and sneered: "Miss Fox, I know you have always been proud, but you shouldn't provoke my brother, he has a bad temper."

Lina Fox climbed up from the ground with difficulty, with two red slap marks on her face, and even bleeding from the corners of her mouth. However, she stroked her messy hair indifferently, and said with a smile: "You can't ask too much for a dying person. And even if I want to die, I will never bow to anyone."

Raj really had no choice but to use Lena Fox, while the beautiful Miss Fox continued to eat her last supper. She slowly tasted the dishes in front of her, with a calm expression. It was not until she could eat a special hard core from the cherry that she felt a little more hopeful about her chances of escaping.

"Then I'll see the little policeman next. Only when he stirs up more damage and creates greater chaos can I escape." Lina Fox put the hardcore in the corner of his mouth and continued to eat her supper slowly, but he was praying in his heart that Zhou Qingfeng could cooperate with her to escape.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng, who was in the underground parking lot, had already changed a lot. He threw away the police cap. Although he was still wearing a police uniform, there was a tactical vest outside that touched the body. There was even a pungent smell of blood on the vest, but he couldn't care about it.

Zhou Qingfeng's tactical vest bag contains a total of eight magazines. He has an M4A1 carbine in his hand and a Glock 17 in his quick pull-out holster.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng looked powerful and murderous. Although his face was still young and young, his temperament suddenly changed. Several lives in his hands made him look sharp and arrogant.

The ability of "extraordinary talent" made him progress very quickly. After several fights, he felt that his understanding of guns was rising sharply. At first, he could not use it at all while holding an M1911A1, but now he held an M4A1 and felt quite gun-like. The familiar feeling seemed to have been playing with it for more than ten years.

However, Zhou Qingfeng still couldn't escape from the first floor of the underground parking lot. Whether he was taking the fire passage or the driveway, two or three kidnappers blocked him. These guys didn't come down anymore. Anyway, they just blocked the intersection and refused to let him go out, and then the gasoline was poured in.

Seeing the gasoline, Zhou Qingfeng instantly understood the sinister intentions of the kidnappers. These bastards were afraid that he would be the one who killed him. After a while, he killed seven of them. No one could guarantee that they were not the eighth, so they would rather use stupid methods to deal with Zhou Qingfeng.

The kidnappers poured in not much gasoline, but as long as the gasoline is ignited, it will consume a lot of oxygen in the underground parking lot. By then, Zhou Qingfeng will not be burned to death, and he will also suffocate to death.
Chapter completed!