The next day, Zhou Qingfeng got up with a heavy heart. Because there was no toilet paper, not only was it a serious problem to go to the toilet, but even having sex was inconvenient, and the only way to get some sticky liquid was to
Rubbing it on clothes is a bit too...!
"Okay, I will find a way to solve this problem." Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the mobile command vehicle with his lover's earnest instructions. Outside the vehicle, David Lawrence, who had only rested for a few hours, was already ready to go.
"Let's set out now. Find trouble with that gang, kill their leader, control the entire Manhattan, and restore order here." David Lawrence's condition is much better. He has high morale and a sense of heroism.
Jiujiu, with great courage, wants to bulldoze all enemies that stand in his way.
Not to mention, David Lawrence really did this before. In the perfect ending, New York was restored to peace in his hands. But now, only God knows how it will end!
This time the butcher was looking after the house, and Zhou Qingfeng and others led the team out. Catalina took the initiative to be the vanguard, and David Lawrence covered it. Zhou Qingfeng, he was responsible for being the wet nurse to take care of the search team of fifty people. To put it bluntly, David Lawrence
I still don’t quite trust Zhou Qingfeng’s fighting ability.
This seemingly caring approach made Zhou Qingfeng very unconvinced, but he still had to admit that his wild three-axe skills were far from those of David Lawrence who had received professional training.
"Let's go." Zhou Qingfeng said to the members of the search team with a straight face, and the group began to leave the Guinea Block. The arrival of David Lawrence put an inexplicable pressure in his heart. He had to admit that he and the other party were
There was a huge gap, but he didn't want to be inferior because he knew that David Lawrence failed in the end.
I must be stronger than him to survive - this is Zhou Qingfeng's current mentality.
Leaving the Canal Street to the west, there is the territory of the Zetas gang. Those thugs oppressively blocked the people at Zhou Qingfeng's door, but those guys were unlucky last night and were killed by the powerful David Lawrence.
of falling flowers and flowing water.
The corpses on the ground had not been removed yet. Zhou Qingfeng paid special attention to the locations where the corpses were shot - the marksmanship was very accurate, and they were all shot at vital positions. Think about what happened last night when David Lawrence was riding a motorcycle.
If you can do this, this kind of marksmanship can be called a magical skill.
"Ask the neighborhood to send people to remove the bodies and bury them." Zhou Qingfeng ordered the correspondent beside him. As the apocalypse approaches, many problems have become extremely difficult. Burying corpses has become a big trouble. Many Manhattan parks have become corpse burial sites.
field.
The correspondent used the individual radio to call to the rear, and Zhou Qingfeng turned his attention to David Lawrence in the front. In fact, he was unconsciously imitating every move of the other party. His 'gifted' ability gave him a strong learning ability.
And David Lawrence, who is in combat mode, is undoubtedly a very good person to learn from.
David Lawrence did not carry any advanced weapons. He only had an MK23 pistol, an M16A2 rifle with a white light scope, and a large amount of ammunition. The M16A2 is a very old rifle. It is too long and does not
Suitable for urban combat, but it shoots accurately.
Zhou Qingfeng led the team along the street corner, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from David Lawrence. He paid careful attention to the sign language communication between the other party and Catalina, who was in charge of the investigation at the front. Both parties were silent, but
Progress is rapid.
"Victor, Catalina said there are snipers on the courthouse on Buster Street ahead." David Lawrence said on the radio.
"Understood, I'll go around from the left." Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand and made a fist to signal the search team to stop advancing. The courthouse on Buster Street is less than 100 meters away from the Kennedy Street. This place should belong to Zhou Qingfeng and others.
Territory. Don't think too much now. People from the Zetas gang have obviously taken over this building.
David Lawrence originally wanted Zhou Qingfeng to stay, so he went around to the left to find a suitable spot to kill the target, but he didn't expect that Zhou Qingfeng actually went to the same place with him. "Victor, you can do it.
?"
"I think I can." Zhou Qingfeng passed through various obstacles on the road and approached a building opposite the court building with a short and quick run.
"Victor, don't be too willful. I've known you for two years, and no one can transform from an ordinary boy next door to a well-trained warrior in just ten days." David Lawrence also followed from behind.
Coming up, he supported an overturned car with one hand, ran across the street in a few steps, and quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng, "I think you still need to learn a lot."
"You're right, I do need to study, but I learn very quickly." Zhou Qingfeng said with a cold face, leaning against a wall, behind which was the staircase leading into the building. Opposite him, David Lawrence also posted
He came up and said deliberately provocatively: "Follow me, rookie. Let Uncle Lawrence teach you how to clean a building that may contain enemies."
"The first person who spoke to me like this was beaten up by me." Zhou Qingfeng pointed his gun at the top of the stairs first, and then walked up the stairs briskly. David Lawrence rolled his eyes and could only follow behind with his gun in hand.
Responsible for covering.
On the court building opposite Zhou Qingfeng, there was a sniper team deployed overnight. This was to show strength to Zhou Qingfeng and others according to the order of Los Zetas. To put it bluntly, they blocked the door of Zhou Qingfeng's house and blocked anyone who came out.
Everyone will be shot mercilessly, forcing Zhou Qingfeng to surrender.
In the building where Zhou Qingfeng was located, there were a dozen ordinary Zetas gangsters guarding them. Their task was to watch the two-man sniper team's retreat and avoid being attacked from the side.
As soon as Zhou Qingfeng arrived at the third floor from the stairs, he heard the sound of someone talking. The thugs were extremely impatient with this boring squatting and were making various complaints. He raised his fist to signal to stop advancing, and then silently gave himself
Install the silencer on the scar rifle, then hold the small grip on the gun body, and prepare to attack.
David Lawrence had already carried his M16A2 on his back and held the MK23 equipped with a silencer with both hands. He first used a small lens to stick out the corner to see what was behind the corner, and then mouthed something to Zhou Qingfeng?
Shooting Competition - Zhou Qingfeng could feel what David Lawrence was trying to express. Was he trying to teach him how to work?
David Lawrence stretched out three fingers and counted silently, one, two, three!
When the last finger was bent, both Zhou Qingfeng and David Lawrence suddenly popped out from behind the corner of the third floor. The third floor of the building had been evacuated, leaving only a large open space.
Five or six thugs were sitting on a broken sofa chatting, four thugs were sitting around playing cards with their heads down, and two thugs were standing by the wall near the window to observe. But Zhou Qingfeng raised his gun and aimed at
At the opposite corner of the floor, about forty meters away, was a thug holding a water glass.
The thug who was drinking water immediately saw the two strangers who suddenly appeared, and he was about to open his mouth and shout. But this distance was too far for David Lawrence, who was holding a pistol. He just used a small mirror and couldn't see it.
Seeing this guy, I can only barely aim and shoot at him.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was holding the scar, was different. The assault rifle in his hand had good accuracy at this distance. He clearly saw the surprised face and open mouth of the water-drinking thug, and immediately pulled the trigger on it, firing a shot.
The bullets shot out with a 'plop'.
David Lawrence was still taking aim. The aiming baseline of the pistol was too short, which made him unable to deal with long-distance targets. Just when he wanted to challenge his marksmanship, a ball of blood burst out from behind his head when he saw the target he was about to shoot.
There was fog, but no bullet holes appeared on its front face - it was obvious that the bullet was shot from the opponent's open mouth.