Uncle Zheng and Marco left. The uncle was a good old man and sighed repeatedly when he left. Marco glanced at Zhou Qingfeng full of resentment, as if to say, 'I'm waiting for you to come and ask for help.' But for this kind of relationship
Not daring to look at his sissy, Zhou Qingfeng sneered.
The sissy is gone, but the dilemma is still before Zhou Qingfeng and others.
Even though I know that the Zetas gang is also a piece of shit, there are less than 200 people left in the Guinea Block, so it is difficult to do anything.
Catalina went to conduct reconnaissance before nightfall and now reported: "Those gangsters are very quiet, but they have rearranged the barricades and have a large number of sentries. It is impossible to cross from Roosevelt Avenue, and the roads are under surveillance. It feels like those gangs
Suddenly I became smarter.”
"The gang members have set up barricades?" David Lawrence asked strangely, "Does that mean the other party has no plans to attack on a large scale for the time being?"
The butcher laughed and said: "If it were us, who drove a forklift during the day and messed up the situation under our control, we would think about how to stabilize it at night. I estimate that the Zetas gangsters would need at least a day to do this.
Trim.”
"Then we can't let them have a hard time. I'll take a team to have a look at it tonight." David Lawrence took the initiative. This great hero still didn't forget his 'decapitation' tactic.
Zhou Qingfeng had no objection to this. He originally wanted to go along, but was rejected by David Lawrence, "Victor, you'd better recuperate."
After hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng subconsciously touched his face. A piece of flesh was removed from his face by a sniper's bullet two days ago. Today, he drove a forklift into an excavator, and his entire face was damaged again.
It was scratched. He looked really hideous and terrifying now.
"Okay, then what can I do?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.
Minsk sat behind, reached out and patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Go and have a good sleep. You have done enough today."
Listening to Minsk talking, Zhou Qingfeng grinned, but then asked: "How is the tunnel digging?"
"It will take another two days."
"It's two days. The Zetas gang will probably not launch an attack tomorrow. We can enter the underground air raid shelter of the police headquarters the day after tomorrow. Maybe we can evacuate some people in advance and move our manpower to Lena Fox."
Everyone has no objection to this. Now there is a lot of stockpiling of various materials in Guinea Street. There are hundreds of various load-carrying vehicles. Most of these vehicles carry various daily necessities. When there were many people, they were worried about consumption.
, now we have to worry about how to transport them away.
Catalina took the initiative to take over the matter, "The roads to midtown Manhattan are blocked. It will take a lot of time to clear them. Victor, give me your large forklift, I need it."
Come and push away all the obstacles along the way.”
"No problem." Zhou Qingfeng nodded.
Time was running out, and the operation began immediately. Minsk continued to dig tunnels, and David Lawrence led a few people to cause trouble. Catalina led the team and began to pack up and prepare to retreat. Family members like Angie and Jenny would be the first to be rescued.
Evacuate.
Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher had some time to spare. After patrolling the sentry post, they suddenly heard someone playing melodious violin music in the messy neighborhood.
"Old man, are you not dead yet? Didn't I tell you to leave Manhattan?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at a man in a dress on the side of the road in surprise. The violinist was some violin master whom he met at the subway entrance a few days ago. At this moment, he
He is getting older and his clothes are more shabby and dirty, but his manners are impeccable and his mental state is even very good.
When the old man saw Zhou Qingfeng, he nodded politely and said with a smile in a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, many people have died, but I am not dead yet. I'm glad that you still care about me, an old man.
.
But I won't leave Manhattan. This is where my dreams are. I hope that my whole life will be associated with Broadway. I don't think you will mind if I play the violin here. You see, everyone loves it. I
I’m glad that there are still people willing to listen to my performance.”
On the open-air street, people in the neighborhood were busy evacuating. Except for the sentry, almost everyone was paying attention to the old man playing the violin. When everyone passed by the old man, they would slow down their steps, be very focused, and listen quietly.
a while.
In this chaotic world, it is really a luxury to be able to hear music. Especially when the person in front of him is a world-famous violin master. Although Zhou Qingfeng has forgotten his name.
"Okay, old man, you can stay and come with us to Midtown Manhattan later. I think we are extremely rich in food now, so it will be no problem to support you." Zhou Qingfeng left after saying that.
Soon, the brisk and lively tune sounded again. Listening to this tune, everyone had a little more smiles on their faces, their pace was also speeding up, and their work efficiency was improving. Zhou Qingfeng asked the butcher strangely: "Old man.
How did he survive these days? No one helped him, he must have died long ago."
"It was Minsk who sent him some food," the butcher said.
Zhou Qingfeng was even more surprised, "Does Minsk like to listen to the violin very much?"
"No, Minsk doesn't have any special feelings about music. But Katarina likes the violin, so he also likes it." The butcher shrugged slightly, indicating that it was that simple.
This is such a sad story, and Minsk is so pitiful.
Zhou Qingfeng looked back at the violinist who was playing happily, and thought: It might be a good thing to keep this old man. He patted the butcher on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you can keep vigil tonight, I'm going to take a nap."
"
But as soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, a bullet was fired from a distance, and a guard in charge of the alert fell from the roof of the five or six-story building.
"Enemy attack, hiding, there are snipers!" Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher shouted at the same time when they saw the scene. People in the whole neighborhood immediately panicked, and everyone looked for cover.
But bullets kept firing silently in the dark night, and the guards on the roof were killed one after another. These should be sniper rifles equipped with silencers. Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated the direction and shouted to the butcher: "The snipers are here.
We are upstairs directly opposite.”
The butcher didn't dare to raise his head at this moment. He could only huddle on a street corner and take a peek in the direction of the bullet, and then cursed: "We have at least five or six guards posted in that direction, and now I'm afraid they are all dead."
Damn it!
Zhou Qingfeng could only change the direction and find a way to bypass from the flank. He had a feeling that the current sniper should be the guy who almost killed him two days ago.
But as soon as he turned around, Zhou Qingfeng saw the old man standing on the street playing the violin. He was at a loss and didn't know what to do. He was looking around, but he didn't know where to hide.
"Old man, come over here." Zhou Qingfeng shouted and waved. Hearing his call, the old man ran over slowly with his violin.
"Hurry up, hurry up!" Zhou Qingfeng felt that time had become too slow. The old man couldn't run as fast as a normal person could walk. He even wanted to reach out and give him a hand.
But just as the old man was approaching, Zhou Qingfeng really reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, but a bullet penetrated the old man's chest, causing him to fall to the ground with a plop.
While Zhou Qingfeng struggled to pull the old man to his side, the old man still held his violin tightly and asked with blood vomiting: "Sir, please tell me, am I going to die?"
The old man's chest was full of blood and he was definitely hopeless.
Zhou Qingfeng felt sad and said in a deep voice: "Yes, sir, you are going to die."
"Death in Manhattan?"
"Yes, die in Manhattan."
The dying old man had a look of relief on his face. He raised his violin and said with relief: "Sir, I am leaving. This world is not suitable for someone as old as me to survive. But please bury me and the violin."
Together, it would be best if we could be buried in front of a Broadway theater."