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Chapter 114 Messenger

"This must be a soft article created by Lena Fox. She is trying to recruit more people. But there are really a lot of people coming here, how can I feed them?" Zhou Qingfeng was baffled by the 'Armed Sisters', but he

I didn't even bother to ask for details over the radio.

"Show this newspaper to other people in the neighborhood. There are so many missing persons notices on it. Maybe someone can find their family members." Zhou Qingfeng threw the newspaper away and called Minsk to the subway station. Time is running out now.

It's better not to worry about other bad things.

The night is dark and the stars are twinkling.

Zhou Qingfeng and Minsk led sixteen of their subordinates, and also pulled up the "Pedestrian" machine to carry a large number of tools, and headed to a nearby subway station. For fear of exposing their intentions, they did not turn on the lights and only relied on a night light.

Visual inspection of the road surface.

Gunshots are everywhere in Lower Manhattan at night. When you climb to the top of the building, you can clearly see the stream of bullets flying around. It is true to say that this place is hell.

The subway entrance in New York is very simple, narrow, small, and inconspicuous. Zhou Qingfeng moved away a few ice cream cones blocking the way and glanced at the entrance. There was a man lying at the entrance of the subway. He seemed to be quite old and pregnant.

It seems to be holding a... violin?

"Hey, old man, this is not a place for you. Stay away from here." Zhou Qingfeng kicked him, and the old man on the ground quickly got up and apologized to him again and again.

He just apologized, but the old man didn't leave. Instead, he asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, do you want a serenade? I am Joseph Bell, the chief violinist of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and I am very good at playing the violin.

My past concert tickets were not less than five hundred dollars, how about I play for you for free now?"

The old man used questions, but he immediately started playing. A dozen menacing wasteland thugs stood around and stared blankly.

"Old man, stop! No one is listening to your performance now." Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily: "Get out of New York immediately, you still have a chance to survive. If you stay, you will die."

"But after leaving New York, no one listens to my performance. I have struggled all my life to play in various theaters on Broadway in New York, and keep playing until I die! I am about to achieve my dream, and I will not give up.

"Yes." The old man was still very stubborn.

"If you want to play, go somewhere else."

"But other places are not safe."

"Don't you think you are very unsafe now?"

"But I think you have a good temper."

Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to raise his head and sigh: I fucking met a madman. He grabbed the old man's shoulders, threw him out of the subway alive, and said in a vicious voice: "Old man, listen to my advice, it's still too late to leave New York.

."

"But I am already old..."

"I don't care if you are old or not, don't get in the way in front of me."

Zhou Qingfeng finally kicked the old man away and led the team into the subway. During the whole process, no one around him spoke.

After getting off the subway entrance, Zhou Qingfeng and others turned on their bright flashlights and headed all the way to Chambers Station near the Police Headquarters. There were no overturned trains blocking the road, and the road was smooth. Since the satellites in the sky were still working, they rushed

After arriving at Chambers Station, Minsk used GPS positioning to select an excavation point within the tunnel wall of the subway.

"By digging six meters upward from here, we should be able to enter a closed sewer." Minsk greeted, a calf-sized 'walker' stepped forward, and a high-pressure water cutter was brought up.

Zhou Qingfeng obtained a lot of high-energy batteries, which can be used to drive a portable ultra-high-pressure water cutting machine with a 500 MPa level. This kind of machine has always been very convenient for drilling holes and demolishing walls. The only drawback now is that it wastes water.

"Minsk, you take a few people to control the machine and leave a few people to guard. I will take a few people to go around other parts of the tunnel so that no one disturbs us. At the same time, we will bring the follow-up tools." Because Minsk is too boring, we can only

It was Zhou Qingfeng who gave the order, and everyone else just needs to obey.

The whole work of drilling holes and demolishing walls was extremely boring. Since we were working under the dark subway, we could hardly notice the change of time. In order to seize the time, more than a dozen people worked in three shifts, eating and drinking 24 hours a day.

Lazarus is in the subway, and all supplies are supplied from outside at night.

The first day of construction passed quickly, and Minsk successfully opened a six-meter-long hole. The entire engineering team entered a sewer and then headed for another communication maintenance pipeline.

But Zhou Qingfeng could not stay underground forever. The butcher went out to search again and brought back a messenger - the messenger of the Zetas gang.

"Mr. Hugo, my name is Mr. José Los Zetas. He sent me to bring you his greetings. At the same time, I also formally invite you to become our friend." The messenger is a middle-aged man with a 'z' pattern on his forehead.

He is young, has dark skin common among Mexicans, and has very kind eyes.

It’s just that the few bodyguards who followed Jos were not friendly. They wore turbans, homemade tactical vests, six or seven magazines, machetes on their waists, and guns in their hands. They always had cold eyes.

Sweep it around the person's neck.

Of course, these guys also liked to stare at Catalina's chest and thighs. They even openly laughed in Spanish in an extremely obscene tone.

In order to receive this group of uninvited guests, except for Minsk who was working in the subway, the other three people in the team were all present. Catalina stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, approached him and whispered in his ear: "Pay attention to these bastards."

The M67 grenade hanging on it cannot be obtained from the police station."

Zhou Qingfeng also noticed the equipment of these guys. It felt like they had found a U.S. National Guard or U.S. Army camp and got a lot of good things.

Jos stretched out his hand towards Zhou Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Mr. Hugo, please accept Mr. Zetas's friendship and become one of us, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to reach out, but Catalina pushed him gently from behind and made him compromise.

The two men's hands were holding together, which made Zhou Qingfeng feel quite disgusted. The other's palm was wet, hot, sticky, and uncomfortable.

However, Jos said with great pride: "Mr. Hugo, this is the right choice. We actually know that you attacked one of our convoys and took away some supplies from Mr. Zetas. Just outside your block, there are already

Five hundred powerful Zetas Guards have been assembled.

If you make the wrong choice, the ending will be ugly. But it doesn't matter now, you are already an official of the New York Republic, and those supplies will be given to you."

Zhou Qingfeng let go of his hand, frowned and asked: "Mr. Joes, you must also hold an important position in the New York Republic, right? Can I know your identity?"

"I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs and a humble servant of Mr. Los Zetas." This obscene Mexican man mentioned his leader's name and bowed slightly in a respectful manner.

Zhou Qingfeng really has the illusion of seeing a ghost in the daytime. The person who files like this is actually the Minister of Foreign Affairs. This bullshit New York Republic is really a joke!


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