Zhou Qingfeng felt his scalp numb when he heard that the Zetas gang had launched a suicide squad charge.
David Lawrence described on the radio: "At first, they only had a few dozen people rushing out of the street, but soon there were hundreds, and hundreds of people filled the streets. They were forced by the war team to attack our barricades frantically.
, the several intersections we were stationed at could not last for five minutes.
We can only retreat into the buildings on the street to stop them, but this has little effect. The gang's death squad has gone crazy. They even got an excavator, welded steel plates on it and attacked us. This thing moves on crawlers.
There is nothing we can do with the rifle in our hands.
Now they have surrounded the entire Guinea neighborhood and started to use excavators to demolish the houses. The butcher and others were all trapped inside, and the fight was very hard. By the way, facing the impact of this kind of death squad, something happened again in our team
At least two hundred people fled."
After hearing David Lawrence's warning for help, Catalina was so anxious that she wrapped herself in a bath towel and ran out of the bathroom. But Zhou Qingfeng had no time to see her naked body, so he left without saying a word, "I'll hurry up first."
Go back for rescue, and you lead the search team to follow."
"How can you rescue me alone?" Catalina asked anxiously, her whole body full of blood.
"Time is urgent now, I will find a way." Zhou Qingfeng's voice has already run away. He left Catalina's house and saw that the time was three o'clock in the afternoon. If he wants to curb the attack of the Zetas gang, he must
The battle drags on until nightfall, otherwise everyone will really be doomed.
"I need a weapon, a weapon that can withstand the impact of hundreds or even thousands of people." Zhou Qingfeng's mind was spinning rapidly. He knew very well that even the dozens or hundreds of people on David Lawrence's side could not resist Zhe.
The attack of the Tas gang and twenty of his men were of no avail, so he had to think of other ideas.
Walking through two streets with a cold face, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly saw a large construction forklift clearing the road. Some abandoned vehicles were shoveled to the side of the road under its powerful horsepower, barely keeping the road clear. This
Easier than driving away abandoned vehicles one by one.
The person driving the forklift was an old gangster who seemed to be a member of a gang. Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward and jumped to the cab. He pointed the machine gun in his hand at the old gangster and shouted: "Drive to Manhattan."
"What?" Lao Hei looked at the sudden appearance of someone beside him and was immediately frightened!
"I said drive to Manhattan." Zhou Qingfeng used force in his hand and pressed the muzzle of his gun against Lao Hei's waist.
Now Lao Hei understood, he quickly turned the steering wheel and drove the car in the direction of Manhattan. As soon as the forklift ran away, several big men who kept shouting came out from behind. Zhou Qingfeng hung one hand beside the cab
, the flat end of the m249 in the other hand, and a short burst of fire scared the group back.
The wheels of this large forklift are as tall as a person, and its weight of more than ten tons is very powerful. It makes a rumbling noise when running on the road at a speed of dozens of kilometers. The big shovel in the front is a sharp tool for pushing flatly.
Hanging around the cab, Qingfeng stared at how Lao Hei drove. After guessing that he could drive, he simply pulled Lao Hei out of the cab and threw him out. He entered the cab and started operating.
"Victor, where did you die?" The butcher's violent voice sounded on the radio, which was also mixed with chaotic shouts and gunfire. "These gang death squads are completely lifeless. If you can't return within ten minutes,
Come, you can only collect the bodies for me and Minsk."
"Shut up, I'm on my way here. You'd better hold on for ten minutes, because I'm too lazy to collect the body of a villain like you." Zhou Qingfeng directly increased the accelerator to the maximum, and the entire large forklift was bouncing a little.
Jumping like a crazy rhinoceros, it used its huge shovel head to hit all kinds of vehicles and drove onto the Brooklyn Bridge.
"You'd better think of something for me, otherwise you'll die if you come here!" the butcher reminded me.
Zhou Qingfeng cursed fiercely: "Just wait and see, I will crush all those bastards to death."
At this critical moment, Nieto calmly leaned against a corner and smoked a marijuana cigarette silently. He was trembling while smoking, feeling that even marijuana could not heal the fear and trauma he had just suffered.
Guzman's fifty-man death squad was the first to attack David Lawrence's barricade. As a result, less than ten of the fifty people survived. Only a small number of those killed were shot by people behind the barricade.
Most of them were killed like headless flies under the hail of bullets, only to be killed by the supervising team behind them.
Nieto was lucky enough to survive among the piles of corpses, but when he got up, he found that the street they had just attacked was filled with hundreds of corpses within a few minutes. The ground was slippery, greasy, and covered in blood.
However, the death impact did not end. Subsequent combat groups rushed to the battlefield under the pressure of the supervising team. One combat team mutinied on the spot after seeing the corpses all over the street and wanted to escape. As a result, they were shot dead and wounded by the supervising team.
Most of it.
After that, the people in the supervising team felt that the anesthetic effect of marijuana was not enough, so they took out cocaine, which was more exciting, and forced the people in the combat team to smoke it. These cocaine-smoking cocaine
People will become extremely impulsive and excited, and may even ignore death.
As Nieto completed a death strike, he was allowed to leave the battlefield and used as an example to boost morale. He was given two women, and plenty of food and liquor, and he stood up and spoke out to others who were forced to die.
He spoke and said that the battle was easy and not scary at all.
But in fact, Nieto felt sick and uncomfortable. He just wanted to squat in the corner and smoke a joint without thinking about anything else. And not far from him, the New York Republic
"More than a hundred years ago, the United States seized Mexican territory. This is a shame for every Mexican."
"After more than a hundred years of forbearance, today we finally have the opportunity for revenge. You will respond to Mr. Los Zetas's call and join the war against the Americans."
"The motherland is watching you. You must be brave, tenacious, and brave to sacrifice, and use your lives to defend the new New York Republic. This will be your glory!"
"Any defection is intolerable. If anyone dares to refuse to join this great war, he is the enemy of all Mexicans and will be punished!"
The sound of the loudspeaker kept echoing in the square of the city hall, and Mr. Joss was extremely dedicated to this speech.
In the square, there was a crowd of people. The Mexicans who had not taken cocaine were either confused about the situation or looked scared. The Mexicans who had taken cocaine were stimulated by the drug and lost their minds.
, it is easy to be provoked by the loudspeaker’s words and become extremely impulsive.
Watching the group after group of poor Mexicans who were encouraged by him to go to the battlefield, the obscene-looking Jos felt a sense of accomplishment. He grabbed a revolver in his hand and kept shooting into the air, while thinking to himself: Decades
During World War II, this is what the political commissars of the Soviet Union did. This feeling of blood boiling is so good!
And just in the messy square, the ground suddenly jumped slightly, and a rumbling sound was approaching quickly! Soon, Mr. Jos, who was mobilizing from a high place, saw a large forklift moving with extremely wild movements.