Two large machines weighing more than ten tons collided together, and the power they erupted was simply earth-shattering. The large wheeled forklift was fast, and when it ran over with a rumble, it carried strong impact energy. With one shovel, dozens of supervisors on the periphery were knocked out.
All the Sentai Suicide Squad were hit by the shovel, and the impact crushed them all into a pulp.
The Zetas gangsters were originally very aggressive, especially the dozens of fierce-looking supervisors at the back. They kept firing their guns into the air, forcing the hundreds of cannon fodder in front of them to crowd next to the armored excavator. And the excavator also
He grunted and dug hard at the wall, working extremely hard.
It was just Zhou Qingfeng's collision that caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere on the scene, and all kinds of scattered limbs and pieces of meat were thrown away like a bloody rain. The metal parts that burst out and flew became murder weapons, sweeping away the surrounding space.
After knocking down the excavator, Zhou Qingfeng himself also suffered a strong impact. Due to inertia, his whole body hit the glass window of the forklift's cab. The thin glass was shattered by the impact, and his face was covered in blood.
Due to the huge resistance of the impact, the forklift itself lifted its rear wheels high off the ground, only to lift to a certain height and then fall heavily. The engine roared again, a reverse gear was applied, and the wheel started rumbling again.
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The butcher and others were originally trapped in a half-collapsed house and were about to see God. At the last moment, they felt a slight earthquake on the ground, a loud bang, followed by shouts and shouts outside, and the gangster death squad who had gone crazy and wanted to rush in instantly
He retreated, followed by the deadly excavator, but there was no movement.
Walking out of the half-collapsed house, the butcher saw people lying dead on the broken brick wall outside. All of them suffered from rupture of intestines and stomachs, and their death conditions were extremely miserable. The excavator that was still showing its power just now had overturned.
The driver of the excavator was trying his best to open the deformed armor plate and try to escape.
Bang..., the driver was shot in the eyebrow and fell back.
Minsk followed the Butcher, shooting the driver who drove them into a dead end, and aimed the rifle in his hand at the fleeing gang members. The Butcher also picked up a gun from the ground and aimed it specifically at the well-equipped supervisory team.
Carry out shooting.
"**,**,**!" The butcher cursed fiercely, "I hate these war patrol teams, I hate these despicable guys. If it weren't for these bastards, we wouldn't have suffered such a big loss and been forced to do this.
awful."
The supervising team on the scene also wanted to organize to stop Zhou Qingfeng's large forklift driving randomly, but under the shooting of Butcher and Minsk, many casualties were caused. Moreover, there were hundreds of members of the search team in the block. These people were originally
They had been suppressed in buildings and were in constant fear all day long. Now they all jumped out, wielding firearms and desperately venting the anger and fear they had accumulated in their hearts.
His fucking war team, his fucking death squads, his fucking excavators, fuck them all, die!
The so-called defeat was overwhelming, and without the strong pressure of the supervising team, the gangster death squads immediately showed their rabble-like nature. Even after taking cocaine, it was useless. Instead, they appeared reckless and stupid because of the stimulation of drugs.
Seeing hundreds of people scattering like ants, the butcher shouted loudly to the remaining people behind him: "Don't let them escape. Now catch up and kill a few more."
With Zhou Qingfeng taking the lead in driving a forklift, the search team who stayed at home exerted 200% of their combat effectiveness and chased the gang members for three streets before giving up. There were countless corpses on the ground and rivers of blood.
At this time, even David Lawrence reacted and led his team to run out from the building on the street and beat up the drowned dog. It was a hearty counterattack.
Catalina also led the team back from Brooklyn. The fronts of the two large container trucks were also covered in blood. It seemed that Zhou Qingfeng's tactics were repeated again.
The surviving companions reunited, and everyone looked at each other with lingering fear, and then laughed happily.
Minsk came up and punched Zhou Qingfeng on the shoulder, and said with a deep laugh: "Next time, drive faster."
The butcher also came up and gave me a punch and said, "Next time, drive faster."
"Drive faster next time." David Lawrence also punched him.
Catalina also took a step forward, intending to hit her. However, Zhou Qingfeng, who was cheerful, ducked to the side and shouted strangely: "You don't want me to drive faster, do you?"
The fierce girl still punched her down, and said extremely arrogantly: "I like your brave and fearless style."
As soon as he said this, the scene immediately became quiet. The butcher had a ghostly expression on his face, and Minsk seemed a little confused. David Lawrence looked at Zhou Qingfeng, then at Catalina, and finally said nothing.
Zhou Qingfeng didn't know why Catalina suddenly said such a thing. He quickly changed the subject and asked: "This is the only number of us left?"
At this moment, in addition to a few leaders, there are more than a hundred people standing or sitting around Zhou Qingfeng. These people are either exhausted or injured. They look like a group of sad soldiers who have vented their excitement and then have low morale.
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"There are only so many people." The butcher knew the current situation better and said in a deep voice: "When the gang death squads rushed over, we had no time to defend ourselves. Those guys were so numerous and crazy that many of us were completely empty of ammunition.
The box was piled to death by their force.
Because the casualties were too huge and the form collapsed too suddenly, many people were frightened and lost their minds. After one or two hundred people were killed or injured, another two or three hundred people fled directly. Except for some old and weak people who could not escape, the rest
The ones in front of me are those who are blocked in the house and cannot escape."
This is a fucking shitty battle, with one gang fighting against another gang! The side forced by the Supervisory Team initially gained the upper hand based on numbers, and then was counterattacked by another crazier group driving a forklift.
In short, both sides are miserable and no one wins.
Faced with the messy situation, Los Zetas was equally frantic. He once again gathered his people, only to find that only a few hundred people were left out of the thousands who had gathered in Manhattan, and all the others had fled.
The most distressing thing is that the more than 300 gangsters who supervise the team suffered many casualties, and some even fled and left the team.
"Los, we must come up with something as soon as possible." As the gang's deputy, Guzman and his partner Koval first drove the death squads to successfully break through David Lawrence's defense line. Then he felt that the overall situation was determined and retreated to wait for the final blow.
Result. Who would have expected that a day of fierce fighting would end in a disastrous defeat?
"I know that we must gather strength again, otherwise we will not even be able to establish a republic, let alone establish a republic, and we will lose our qualifications to stand in this troubled world." Los Zetas felt a deep uneasiness.
Joss, who has been agitating for publicity, also stood up with a solemn expression, "We still have many people in Brooklyn. Those people don't know our disastrous defeat. We can get another group of people to come over. The tactics of supervising the death squads are actually very good.
, it’s just that our organization needs to be improved.”
Faced with the crisis, the backbone of the Zetas gang regained their cohesion. Los Zetas stood up and shouted to his men: "My brothers, we are in trouble now, we have encountered a huge...
s failure.
I admit that this is all caused by my pride and arrogance, and I ask you to forgive me and obey my orders again. We need to unite to deal with the problems at hand.
In this chaotic and disorderly world, there is no tomorrow for the weak. We have one more chance, the last chance. But if we can't seize it, we will all die! So we must work hard again!"