These days, apart from politicians and investors who are relatively familiar with international current affairs, the rest are journalists and newsstand owners. The former are looking for a living, while the latter are bored and have nothing to do. Most of them will read newspapers.
To kill time, so asking them is generally a good idea.
"There are so many, there will be one in about half a month, especially those organizations in Eastern Europe, which frequently cause trouble." Because Tang Zheng was so generous, the landlady also smiled and took the initiative to talk, hoping to get him to buy some more...
"Where do these Eastern European militants usually attack? Do many civilians die? Do you still have previous issues of the newspaper here? I want the New York Times." Tang Zheng was lucky enough to get the newspaper and read it immediately.
"The subway, the famous building, is always a crowded place!" The proprietress has a good memory and is a pacifist. She became indignant when she talked about this, but her face immediately turned into worry. Apparently she had also seen the horror just now.
Threatening, "This place won't be attacked? I hope the police will catch them soon."
"Take two maps..." Tang Zheng originally wanted Dong Zixuan to use the map to determine his position, but he didn't expect that she had already reached out.
"This is Millennium Park. It seems to be a very prosperous area." Dong Zixuan looked around and relied on some of the buildings he had just seen as landmarks. It took him less than thirty seconds to find the location. "Since the terrorists are going to...
The government warns that we must choose densely populated areas, tourist attractions with high flow of people, or high-profile tourist spots to start.”
"That's right, let's go. We must leave as soon as possible and move to the suburbs." Tang Zheng rolled up the newspaper and turned to leave. "I can't help but stay away from the terrorist attack. I can only stay as far away as possible."
"It's already pretty good. If you just find a place to hide, you might be affected." Dong Zixuan was somewhat impressed by Tang Zheng's careful thinking and inferring the scope of this attack based on the patterns of previous terrorist attacks. She had just seen it.
Here we are. The terrorist attack in Marseille affected one-fifth of the city, covering a large area. “I hope the attack will not happen.”
"Call the police station. Even if we don't go, we can't make the terrorists feel comfortable." Tang Zheng estimated that a terrorist attack is very likely to happen. The group leaders are not fools. These militants have been active for more than ten years.
, have not been annihilated. Even if they are possessed by God, they cannot do it in half an hour.
"Yeah." Dong Zixuan took out her phone and just pressed two buttons when Tang Zheng's big hand reached out, grabbed it and crushed it.
"What are you doing?" Dong Zixuan was startled. Seeing Tang Zheng take out his mobile phone, she rolled her eyes at him, "I know English, I won't mess it up."
"No. Use this to fight." Tang Zheng was looking towards the road when he suddenly saw an American school bus with yellow paint and a thick appearance parked by the road. He was overjoyed immediately. After handing Dong Zixuan his cell phone, he crossed the road.
, ran over, and although it would be a bit crowded with one hundred and thirty people crammed into this thing, it was totally fine.
"I want to call the police." The policewoman dialed the number. As she ran, she checked the map and told the police the approximate location displayed on the watch terminal.
The other party asked the policewoman to leave her name, but he simply hung up the phone. She didn't want to be found.
Tang Zheng did not start the car rashly. Instead, he waited for the driver to come up to negotiate, otherwise there would be more trouble when someone called the police.
"Hey, what are you doing?" The driver was buying hot dogs from a street stall not far away. When he saw Tang Zheng rushing onto the school bus, he was furious. He roared and rushed towards him.
"Are you okay?" Dong Zixuan was a little worried. The driver was a strong man, 1.9 meters tall and burly, probably over 350 pounds, like a tank.
Tang Zheng didn't answer and stood in the carriage, waiting for the driver to come up.
"Who are you? Get out!" Looking at Tang Zheng's figure, the driver was not afraid at all. He rushed into the car and pounced on him, punching him hard.
Tang Zheng originally wanted to use his gun and give him a heavy blow, but he took a quick glance and found that a pedestrian passing by on a bicycle had just moved his eyes over. By the time he passed by, the driver was already approaching.
"Damn it!" Tang Zheng didn't have time to draw his gun. He turned his head to avoid the heavy punch, then stepped forward with his left foot. At the same time, he clenched his right fist and punched the driver's stomach hard.
The driver was hit hard on the lower abdomen, and the driver vomited out all the food in his mouth. He bent down due to the blow, and Tang Zheng took advantage of the situation and hit him with an uppercut on the chin.
Bang, the driver lost consciousness and fell to the ground like a dead pig. The hot dog he had bitten into rolled over.
"We don't have time to prepare food. Let's leave this area first." There were too many tourists. Tang Zheng didn't want to be noticed, so he picked up the driver's hat, put it on his head, took out the keys from his pocket, and ran back to the driver's seat.
bit and started the car.
Seeing Tang Zheng skillfully driving this ten-meter-long school bus, Dong Zixuan was a little stunned, and then her eyes fell on the fainted driver, "What should he do?"
"Take it with you for now." The distance was not too far, Tang Zheng silently counted the time, a little anxious.
"Why did you ask me to change my phone?" Dong Zixuan sat down and needed to calm down. She actually guessed it and just wanted to prove it.
"Your mobile phone belongs to the shop owner. If you call the police, they will definitely check you. Otherwise, why would you know where the terrorists are hiding? According to the police, the gun shop will be surrounded in less than three minutes." Tang Zhengcong.
I dug out the map I just took out of the newspaper and memorized the terrain.
Dong Zixuan curled her lips and suddenly felt a little frustrated.
"Why are you still holding your phone? Throw it away immediately."
"Oh." Dong Zixuan threw the phone out of the car window. Although Tang Zheng did not blame herself, she was still very depressed, "I am a policeman, why am I not as good as an ordinary person?"
"You've done a great job." The policewoman's adaptability and quality are pretty good, and she will become a fighting force. Tang Zheng gave a few words of comfort, and she was considered a partner, "Welcome to join the Warhammer team."
"There are many of you?" Dong Zixuan was a little curious about Tang Zheng's previous experience.
"I'll introduce you to you when we get back." Tang Zheng didn't want to waste his time. The yellow school bus stopped in front of the gun store, and he ran off.
"Everything is ready." Uncle Wang tied up the hostages and stuffed them under the counter. Now he and everyone else are stuffing weapons and ammunition into military backpacks and ammunition boxes.
In addition to selling guns, this store also sells some military products.
"When loading the car, you can have fewer guns. I mainly choose shotguns. Just have spares. Try to get as many bullets as possible." Tang Zheng did not move anything, but ran to the military supplies. He first picked out a desert-colored 100L backpack, and then
He smashed the glass counter with one punch, took five extreme-force straight knives, threw them inside, and then rushed to the wall with a clock shotgun hanging on it.
"Don't be stunned, act quickly." Tang Zheng took an AA12, opened the barrel, checked it briefly, put it on his shoulder, then picked up two Bernelli M4s and inserted them into his backpack.
hit, and then started to sweep up the ammunition. I took fifty boxes of No. 12 deer bullets and single-point bullets.
Tang Zheng ran directly to the counter filled with **** without taking the quick loader and additional ammunition accessories.
"Hey, Zixuan, you don't need the m1911a1, choose the Beretta m9. The 9mm caliber bullet is enough to deal with most crises, and the 15-round magazine is enough for you to splurge." Tang Zheng picked two m9s, and also made a brief discussion.
He checked it, threw it into his backpack, and started to get bullets again, "Besides, most American police use this kind of gun. If the bullets are gone, it's easy to find them."
"Are you sure we will interact with the police?" Police officer Zhou Meng asked, frowning, "The rifles here are not fully automatic at all. It's too cheating."
"Sure, the civilian version is like this, but it can be modified, but the stability is unreliable. By the way, you'd better choose American firearms. Although the AK74 is durable, bullet supply is probably a problem." Tang Zheng grabbed about three hundred rounds.
Bullets and ten spare magazines, he then ran towards the assault rifle. He originally wanted to choose an M4A1, but when he saw the G36C short rifle that can load double drum magazines, he immediately fell in love with it. He uses it anyway.
The 5.56mm NATO standard bullet has no problem with the ammunition.
"Don't be stunned, move quickly." Uncle Wang felt relieved when he saw that Tang Zheng acted in an orderly manner even though he was in a hurry. Such a calm and confident leader would also give confidence to the rest of the team.
"Tang Zheng, choose some good guns for me, so they don't get stuck." Zhao Dongtao grabbed the box and shouted towards Tang Zheng.
"No problem." In fact, these weapons were overused. Tang Zheng would find a way to get the military version as soon as possible. In less than a minute, his backpack was filled to the brim.
"About eighty pounds." The strap tightened around his shoulders, which actually caused pain, and his legs obviously required a lot of strength to support him. This made Tang Zheng very depressed. He hadn't experienced this feeling for a long time.
"Twenty minutes have passed." Dong Zixuan followed suit and picked out a backpack full of firearms and ammunition. After shouting, she left the gun store ready to pick up a large-caliber Barrett M82A1.
Anti-materiel sniper rifle.
"It's useless. Your criterion for choosing a weapon should be that after carrying it, your escape will not be affected." Tang Zheng took away an L115a3 sniper rifle with a scope, "And a few of these are enough."
"Huh, you're not helping me." Dong Zixuan also complained. She was a very strong woman, and even if Tang Zheng offered to help, she would refuse.
"Which one of you knows how to drive such a large school bus?" Tang Zheng wanted to make a plan and had no time to waste on cars. Unfortunately, the newcomers were too bad.
"I'll try." Uncle Wang volunteered. He didn't have a driver's license for a large car.
"Yeah." Tang Zheng agreed. He had to train a driver.
The yellow school bus returned to the transmission location. The newcomers sitting in McDonald's kept looking at the street. When they saw Tang Zheng, a few of them immediately ran out.
"Go and pay the money." Tang Zheng took out a handful of U.S. dollars and handed it to He Lian. He didn't shout, fearing to attract attention, but just waved towards the window. (To be continued...)