Chapter 103 Sitting in the city of troubled sorrow
Manhattan's Chinatown is a large area. The buildings and facilities here are far inferior to other areas in Manhattan, and are quite shabby in comparison.
Zhou Qingfeng walked along both sides of the road and headed to the nearby fire station according to the map index. But he soon faced something that he didn't know whether to cry or laugh about. The street he was going to walk on was blocked by roadblocks.
Several streets where Chinese people gather have been blocked off. They are entrenched in their own territory and prohibit any outsiders from entering or exiting, intending to protect themselves in this negative way.
"I saw the patrol team, there were sentries on the roof of the building, and there were at least a few thousand people living inside." Zhou Qingfeng raised his binoculars and could see that his compatriots were doing quite well in fighting illegal immigrants and urban gangs.
"You Chinese are very ruthless." Catalina was also observing. There was a Chinese patrol team dragging corpses, and the ones killed seemed to be several white people who tried to attack the barricade.
"I always thought that we Chinese were bullied abroad." Although Zhou Qingfeng was very happy that his compatriots could have a safe place, the barricades were currently blocking his way. If he wanted to go around, he might have to face it.
To another group of gangsters occupying the streets.
"Stop talking nonsense, when you Chinese are ruthless, you are more ferocious than anyone else!" Catalina was very unconvinced by Zhou Qingfeng's words, "When I was a mercenary in Africa, I once fought against you Chinese.
Every time you are attacked, you will scream so that the whole world knows and feel that you are wronged. But when you attack others, you never say anything. When the Chinese seize territory, they will become extremely cruel."
"Really?" Zhou Qingfeng looked cheerful. When he heard the news, he had the feeling that "my compatriots are so shameless, I can rest assured."
However, Catalina's tone changed again, and she said jokingly: "But you Chinese people are also very fierce in internal fighting. You want to be first in everything you do. If you are not first, you will not be happy and will not give up."
"Stop, stop, stop, let's think about what to do about the trouble in front of us, shall we?" Zhou Qingfeng felt a little ashamed. He didn't want to talk about these dark histories.
"What else can we do? Say hello to them and discuss whether we can borrow a passage? Another good thing about you Chinese is that you are very willing to communicate with others as long as you do it in the right way.
We can't possibly kill everyone in Manhattan, and entrenched closed forces like this will definitely be what we have to face in the future."
Catalina also pushed Zhou Qingfeng, and he asked in surprise: "You want me to go up?"
"Are you going to let me, an Englishman, go up?" Catalina rolled her eyes.
Huh..., it seems like I can only go up there.
Zhou Qingfeng was not used to facing the muzzle of a gun, but he could only stand up and shout loudly to the sentry in the distance, "Hi! I am Chinese, can I talk to you?"
The sentry immediately aimed his gun at him, and Zhou Qingfeng was so frightened that he quickly hid behind the wall of a building. After a while, the sentry shouted in Chinese: "On the opposite side, you can come slowly, but I want to see
to your hands."
"Go ahead, Chinese boy." Catalina patted Zhou Qingfeng on the shoulder and said jokingly: "I hope you have negotiation expertise."
Zhou Qingfeng flashed his head a few times to make sure that there was no danger on the other side before he bravely walked out. He also raised his hands to show that he was harmless. But when he approached, someone popped up from behind the barricade and took a closer look at him.
Behind his eyes he asked: "Are you the boy who killed the mayor of New York?"
The unlucky Chief Bratton of the New York Police Department made Zhou Qingfeng famous!
"That's right!" Zhou Qingfeng nodded shyly, "My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and my English name is Victor Hugo."
There were several Chinese armed with guns behind the barricade. A middle-aged man shouted enthusiastically: "Young man, come in quickly! We need people like you now who dare to fight and kill. Your story has been reported on TV. I believe it."
You can never be one of those white and black people."
The middle-aged man was obviously a leader. He patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder hard and said with admiration: "Boy, your equipment is really good! The police in New York have suffered a lot at your hands. You have robbed them of many good things.
ah!"
Zhou Qingfeng was also carrying various NYPD equipment. He also said cheerfully: "Uncle, can I discuss something with you."
"Want to join us? I told you, no problem. My surname is Zheng, from Hebei. You can just call me Uncle Zheng from now on." Uncle Zheng was really enthusiastic. He took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and walked towards the back of the market, wanting to lead him
Go meet other friends.
Zhou Qingfeng couldn't speak for a while, so he could only follow Uncle Zheng. He soon entered a roadside restaurant, which had been transformed into a headquarters.
"Come on, come on, everyone, do you know this guy? Victor Hugo, who made a big fuss in New York a week ago. His real name is Zhou Qingfeng, and he came to us specially today." Uncle Zheng shouted in the restaurant.
voice.
Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that he would be cheered, but there were only a few cold looks in the restaurant, which made his prepared smile useless. There were more than a dozen people in the restaurant, old and young, all with smiles on their faces.
They were sitting around the dining table with sad faces, as if they had just concluded a fruitless discussion.
"What's wrong? Are you so worried? We are living quite well now." Uncle Zheng looked optimistic and took Zhou Qingfeng to introduce everyone present one by one. "This old man Li is from Fujian and an old overseas Chinese.
This is Xiao Tang, a new immigrant who came here seven years ago. This is Marco, who once served as a soldier in the US military and is also our main force."
As Uncle Zheng introduced him, Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward to shake hands with a smile on his face. When he walked in front of Marco, this young man with a shaved head and wearing a U.S. military training uniform said in a sarcastic tone: "I can't stay outside.
After going down, you want to hug your compatriots for warmth? But we don’t have any food left here!”
"I guessed it." Zhou Qingfeng thought on his knees and understood that the Chinese families in front of them had a huge business and consumed a lot of money. Without external supplements, everyone would be in trouble. "I'm actually here to lend a hand."
"What's the excuse?" Mr. Li, who was sitting at the other end, spoke with a Minnan accent and took over the conversation.
"My companions and I are going to Bloem Street behind you, but several streets nearby are blocked. I can only find a way to pass by."
"Do you have any companions? How many are there?"
"Just two of us, me and an Englishman. We want to get a fire rescue truck on Rue Bloem."
Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng was the only two people there, Mr. Li shook his head and said: "It was easy a few days ago, but now it's hard to get through. It's blocked all around. Everyone is grabbing territory, and everyone is afraid of being robbed. Who can
Can't trust anyone.
Now everyone knows that New York is finished, and we all want to run away. But the other side of Bloem Street is the territory of another group of people. Thousands of us are trapped here and cannot move. We can't escape even if we want to!"