It was broad daylight, the sun was shining brightly, but Zhou Qingfeng felt a little cold inexplicably. The neighborhood he was in was extremely deserted. Although there were many pedestrians on the road, they all looked coldly. They were all black men with strong physiques and fierce looks.
ghost.
These niggas look at people with a chill in their eyes. They never speak loudly in the street. Three or two people gather together and whisper, appearing sneaky. No matter what they do, their eyes habitually look this way and that, as if
An enemy may appear from behind at any time.
Watching these niggas running around in the streets, Zhou Qingfeng's Chinese face among them made people feel like their assholes were tightening. He found the street sign of this street, and only saw a few of them in North Brooklyn.
The sign at the back is rotten, with several obvious bullet holes on it.
Damn it, where is this place?
Zhou Qingfeng didn't see a bus or a taxi. Occasionally, a few cars passed by on the street, and they were all driving fast, as if the back of their butts was on fire. It would be dangerous to stay for a second longer.
All the street lights in this neighborhood have been blown out as if they were practicing marksmanship, and occasionally the few street cameras are just empty frames. There is always a smell of urine in the alleys, and from time to time you can see a few unkempt people.
The homeless man is digging through the trash can.
Zhou Qingfeng walked around this neighborhood for half an hour, his stomach growling with hunger. He saw a Turkish barbecue restaurant on the roadside, so he opened the door and walked in.
There were several customers in the store talking quietly in front of the table. A thick and strong aunt was sitting on the barbecue table. When she saw Zhou Qingfeng coming in, she stepped forward and shouted: "What do you want to order?"
"A piece of barbecue." Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the price list in the store and chose the cheapest food.
The store aunt grabbed a knife, cut a few slices of beef from a barbecue grill, added a few vegetable leaves and salad dressing, put it on a plate, handed it to Zhou Qingfeng, and said, "Six dollars."
Zhou Qingfeng had been hungry for almost a whole day, so after paying, he picked up a knife and fork and wolfed down the food. Speaking of Turkish barbecue, it is considered an edible food in the American territory. The portion is quite large, and it is suitable for filling the stomach.
While eating, Zhou Qingfeng was thinking about what he should do next. Although he couldn't continue to live in Catalina, it was not an unacceptable thing. After calming down, he had already figured out that nothing could be smooth sailing, as long as
It's good that people can live.
"We still have to find that mechanical dog called 'Dogmeat'. That dog will be more reliable than a human. At least it won't leave him halfway like Catalina did.
I can’t lose my bet with Tony Parker. If I see that hippie boy walking around with ‘dog meat’ in front of me, I will be furious.”
"But it's impossible to deal with 'Dog Meat' without Anji's help. So now we have to find a way to contact Anji."
"Then I have to get some living expenses, otherwise I won't be able to get 'dog meat' and I will starve to death first."
Zhou Qingfeng was just thinking wildly. When he was about to finish eating, the barbecue lady put a cup of Coke in front of Zhou Qingfeng and said, "It's for you, free."
"Thank you." Zhou Qingfeng was indeed thirsty, so he picked up the cup and drank more than half of it.
But the barbecue lady said slowly: "The nigger you killed once robbed our store. I cursed him to die on the street countless times, and today I finally got my wish."
What? Zhou Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this, and slowly raised his head to look at the barbecue lady. But the thick and strong barbecue lady pointed at the TV screen hanging on the wall of the store, which was playing the murder scene near Target Department Store.
A reporter was talking to the camera about the deterioration of public security.
"Damn it, I'm on TV." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the TV screen in astonishment. The surveillance video of McDonald's at that time appeared on it. The picture clearly showed the scene where he turned over and stabbed the other person to death after being hijacked.
"Well done." An old man in sixties sitting next to him gave Zhou Qingfeng a thumbs up, and deliberately imitated his murderous actions, saying in admiration: "You turned around very quickly and struck very hard. You are Chinese, right?
Great Kung Fu!”
How big are you in Kung Fu! You can tell with your eyes that I know Kung Fu? Now that I have really become a wanted murderer, do you still have the guts to joke with me?!
Seeing his big picture being played on TV, Zhou Qingfeng broke out in cold sweat. He drank the Coke in one gulp, put down the cup and turned to leave the barbecue restaurant, but at this moment the door of the store creaked.
There was a sound, and two policemen came in from outside.
Zhou Qingfeng did not stop, nor did he turn around and run away. He lowered his head calmly and walked out without looking into the policeman's eyes. However, his lowered gaze happened to see the two policemen pause slightly at their feet, and then he walked towards him naturally.
At the same time, their hands moved toward the holsters on their waists.
Still got recognized!
Zhou Qingfeng's Chinese appearance is so eye-catching among a group of foreigners that it is difficult for others not to notice him. And his big picture is hung on the TV screen on the wall, which is the best verification target.
I'm going to be doomed. Once caught, I will definitely be thrown into jail until I die!
Zhou Qingfeng's heart skipped a beat and almost came to a standstill. He raised his head and saw two white policemen looking at him solemnly. One of them had already opened his mouth and was about to shout loudly while drawing his gun.
I can't be caught, no way!
Extremely alert and always the first to attack!
The passive attribute Zhou Qingfeng had just acquired was activated, and he rushed towards a policeman in a flash. The policeman had just put his hand on the quick-draw gun holster, but he pushed the other person's arm away with a palm and got the first step.
Pulled out the Glock 17 pistol.
Immediately after..., he drew the gun, held it, and aimed, all three actions in one go! Zhou Qingfeng's agility in a desperate situation made everyone in the barbecue restaurant gasp in amazement.
When they saw the police appear, everyone in the store felt that the young man was in doom. No one could have imagined that he would move so fast and actually control the two policemen. The old man who had just praised him whispered again, "
effort'!
Old man, you have watched too many movies!
Zhou Qingfeng's breath was heavy at this moment, and the movements he just made in that moment required a strong explosive force. His heart was beating like a drum, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Of the two policemen, the one in front had his gun taken away, and the one behind him had his hand on the holster of his gun. They were already in a stalemate. Both of them were a little stupid.
Their reaction after seeing Zhou Qingfeng could not be described as unpleasant, and their cooperation could not be described as tacit understanding, but they all felt that the situation had turned 180 degrees as soon as they saw it. They had never seen anyone move so fast.
, just like a ghost shadow!
Zhou Qingfeng pointed his gun at the policeman who was holstering his gun, and growled: "Put the gun and the walkie-talkie on the table, and handcuff yourself and your companions to the legs of the table. Come on, do as I say.
Otherwise I will shoot."
The two policemen complied and placed the gun in front of Zhou Qingfeng in a polite manner. They also handcuffed themselves to a table and threw the key out of the store. The whole process was extremely calm. After watching Zhou Qingfeng,
After Qingfeng's ghostly speed, no one dared to act rashly.
Seeing that the two police officers were no longer threatening, Zhou Qingfeng breathed a sigh of relief. He turned off the safety of the pistol and wanted to put the gun in his belt. But when he saw the quick-draw holster equipped by the police, he shouted again: "Take off your clothes."
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What?
The two policemen thought to themselves at the same time: Did we meet a pervert? He actually had to take off our clothes when being arrested.
The bloody clothes on Zhou Qingfeng's body were too conspicuous, so he took off a policeman's clothes and pants and put them on himself. Although they were a little loose, they were still just fine.
Gun holsters, walkie-talkies, handcuffs, even chili powder, stun guns, and bright flashlights. By the time Zhou Qingfeng walked out of this Turkish BBQ restaurant with these items, he looked like a street patrolman in Brooklyn, New York.
**..., I just robbed two policemen! It seems that the trouble is getting bigger and bigger. Now all the police in New York will come to arrest me.