No. 7, early morning.

After a night of exploration, teaching and learning, Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that women in the East and West can be said to be very different from the inside to the outside, from the thoughts to the body, from the concepts to the actions.

After three hours of gradual exchange of body fluids at various negative distances, Zhou Qingfeng realized what initiative is? What is passionate? What is exhausted cow? If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have really been unable to deal with the blonde ocean horse in front of him!

It turns out that practice brings true knowledge, and this statement is true!

As soon as dawn was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng woke up. He occupied an empty house near Chinatown, Lower Manhattan, which was not only the place where he hid his mobile command vehicle, but also had relatively comfortable daily necessities.

Last night, gunfire was heard throughout Lower Manhattan, and more and more illegal immigrants in Brooklyn were pouring into Manhattan like a tide. It is estimated that tens of thousands of people have formed various gangs and looted among the tall buildings one by one.

However, there is still a restricted area near the New York Police Department. More than a dozen tall buildings are occupied by more than a dozen powerful gangs, and anyone who is approaching is ruthlessly shot and killed.

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

Several church pastors were passing through the streets with white flags, cleaning up bodies everywhere, sheltering homeless people, discouraging others from stopping violence, and trying to rebuild social laws and order.

The United States is still a society with a strong religious atmosphere, and Christianity is dominant, and there is no need to attack religious personnel yet. However, the efforts of religious personnel have only delayed the speed of destruction of the entire city, because the city of New York can no longer support tens of millions of people.

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

Zhou Qingfeng was about to get up, and Jenny Braun woke up. She pulled the undulating mountains that covered her chest with thin blankets, stroked the bullet mark on her hair covering her ears, and said softly, "Hi". For a moment, both of them were a little embarrassed.

For Jenny, Zhou Qingfeng is really young. Although she is already an adult, she is only eighteen years old. If this matter is placed before the catastrophe, her thirty-year-old dates with an 18-year-old boy could even become a scandal in the upper class.

As for Zhou Qingfeng, he had a certain sense of national mission and felt that since he got into bed, he would completely conquer the ocean horse in front of him. But practice proved that he was shamelessly a student on the bed, and the mature and generous Jenny Braun could be his teacher in something he loved to do.

However, both teachers and students were deeply satisfied with each other. One was that they had sufficient physical strength, handsome image, good temperament, good charm, strong firepower, and deep capital. The other was that they had a good figure, beautiful appearance, sufficient patience, good taste, rich experience and superb skills.

The blend of water and milk makes the taste amazing!

"I think we..." Jenny's face turned red by Zhou Qingfeng's eyes. As a reporter, she is actually a generous and cheerful person, but the current situation makes people feel generous. "I'd better go make breakfast."

Jenny got out of bed naked, grabbed the clothes she threw aside and went to the bathroom. Zhou Qingfeng sat at the head of the bed. Just watching the woman's back beating while trotting, she felt her blood surging. She simply followed her into the bathroom and performed a pleasant morning exercise amid the screams of the ocean horse.

Just ten minutes after the event started, the single-soldier radio station next to the table suddenly rang. Jenny, who had to stand on the wall, turned around and whispered: "Victor, it seems that someone is calling you. Let's come back tonight, can you?"

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to carry Jenny to answer the radio, but was broken free by the ocean horse. She put on her clothes and ran to the kitchen to get breakfast. On the radio, the butcher's thick voice kept shouting: "Hey, Victor Hugo, Victor Hugo, are you still alive?"

"I won't die if you die." Zhou Qingfeng said, holding the small single-soldier radio station. He is now rich in supplies and is very luxurious in brushing his teeth, washing his face and changing clothes. While cleaning up the old skin that has fallen from some of his wounds, he looks at Jenny Braun in an apron busy in the kitchen. In just a while, toast and pork sausages are already on the dining table.

"Hahaha..., I saw the building of the Immigration Bureau on fire the night before yesterday, and I was worried that you had been burned to death inside." The butcher asked, "How are you doing? Have you dealt with the people in the building?"

"It's done long ago! I've returned to the mobile command car and collected a lot of supplies. I'm having breakfast now." Zhou Qingfeng leaned over to Jenny, kissed the woman on the face, grabbed the bread on the dining table and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, the butcher's call reminded Zhou Qingfeng of something. The Potaski brothers who died at his hands the night before yesterday were actually very unlucky, and he felt quite strange in his heart.

According to the original plot, the elite monsters of the Potuski brothers died at the hands of David Lawrence about half a month later. At that time, David Lawrence was like a god, and torture and killing these two guys was like a playful thing.

But now, these two villains died at Zhou Qingfeng's hands the second day of the catastrophe, and the whole process also abused Zhou Qingfeng to no avail, leaving him full of injuries. If his body hadn't recovered faster than ordinary people, he would have lie in a corner and endured his illness.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng was actually full of tears. He did not have the strength of the protagonist or the power of the protagonist, but he did the protagonist's work. He was really tired!

But the more miserable one was the butcher. He heard Zhou Qingfeng chewing pork sausages and cursed in anger, "I thought you were dead or trapped somewhere. But you can still have breakfast, so come and help me quickly."

Yesterday, Zhou Qingfeng tried to contact the butcher, but he couldn't contact him. He guessed that the big Russian must be in trouble. Now when he heard that, it turns out to be so.

"I can still handle things that you can't even handle?" Only by contrast can I feel happy. Zhou Qingfeng took another mouthful of hot milk and felt that his mood was very relaxing. It's really not easy to have a hot meal in the end of the world.

Jenny, who had served the milk, whispered: "We only have these things in our pantry, lacking fresh ingredients, otherwise I would have done better."

"You actually have a woman to make breakfast for you?" The butcher heard Jenny's voice and scolded in anger: "Damn, if I had known this, I wouldn't have separated from you. The situation here is terrible! Dead people, dead people, dead people, dead people everywhere."

"How bad is your situation?" Zhou Qingfeng was still full of energy when he heard the butcher's voice, just pretending that the other party was joking.

But the voice on the radio quickly changed people, and a fierce and decisive female voice inserted in and said, "Victor Hugo, where are you now? We need your help now."

"Catrina?" Zhou Qingfeng was stunned and his smile stopped. The fierce girl's temper has always been arrogant. If she can tell her to help, things will be extraordinary.
Chapter completed!