In the monitoring room of the lower Manhattan hospital, seven bloody corpses were dragged aside by the kidnappers. However, no one cleaned up the bloody marks on the ground, reminding others that a massacre had just occurred here. The reporter responsible for filming had been shocked by this cruelty.
The scene was so frightening that I didn’t know what to do for a long time.
The brainy Locke had a sullen face and frowned as he stared at the large screens in the monitoring room. The trouble Zhou Qingfeng had caused him was far more than just killing seven of his men.
For this kidnapping operation, Locke started planning it since he was released from prison. In two months, he recruited a total of twenty-four desperadoes to participate. If it was just a street kidnapping, so many people would not be needed at all, but now suddenly
The situation caused his manpower to become extremely stretched.
There are only seventeen people left under Locke, of whom there are only fifteen left except him and his brother. It is naturally impossible for such a small number of people to control hundreds of hostages in a huge hospital. If one more person is added
The police who cause trouble inside are even more troublesome!
All Locke can do now is to scare the police with a few powerful bombs placed among the hostages. Otherwise, if the police storm in, he will be reduced to ashes. But the problem now is how to deal with the man hiding in the underground parking lot of the hospital.
Officer Hugo?
To be honest, Zhou Qingfeng killed seven of his subordinates in a row. This ferocious situation made Locke feel a little unprepared. He himself felt that Zhou Qingfeng was too brave. After thinking about it again and again, he walked from the control room to the one next door.
In another room, Lena Fox, the core figure of the entire kidnapping case, is imprisoned here.
Miss Fox is enjoying her last supper at the moment. She has handed over the super management authority of the consortium's central computer. As soon as the authority transfer is completed, it will be the end of her.
"Miss Fox, how do you feel about dinner?" Locke walked up to Lena Fox, grabbed a bottle of red wine on the dining table, looked at it for a few times, and asked: "Red face..., what kind of wine is this?"
"Put it down, that's my wine. Don't pollute it." Lena Fox still looked calm and elegant. She put down the small fork in her hand, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said: "There should be three hours left.
, the permission transfer will end. Can’t you wait to kill me?”
"No, no, it's not your problem, it's my problem. I want to ask the policeman who rescued you, the guy you said was named Victor Hugo, who is he? Is he from the New York Emergency Service Team?
Special police? Or some other great person?"
Seeing Locke's troubled look, Lena Fox couldn't help but her eyes lit up, and she asked calmly: "It seems that Officer Hugo has caused you a lot of trouble."
Locke immediately shook his big head, raised his fingers and waved his fingers in denial: "No, it's not a trouble. Now the elevator has stopped operating, and all passages and entrances are being watched by my people. He is now blocked by me.
You can't go anywhere in the underground parking lot.
I'm already planning to pour gasoline into the underground parking lot. If I throw a match into it, that damn policeman will either suffocate to death or be burned into a roasted suckling pig."
"But he's not dead yet, is he?" Lena Fox raised her head proudly and said with a smile: "Just now, someone said they would send someone to kill Officer Hugo immediately, but now they say they will fill him with gasoline. I bet you will send someone to kill him immediately."
The people who went there are already dead, and there are quite a few dead, right?"
Snapped……!
The big-headed Locke slapped Lena Fox hard on the face, knocking her to the ground. The slightly neurotic gang leader twisted his body in discomfort and said unhappily: "Miss Fox
, it’s really unpleasant to talk to you. Okay, I admit that damn policeman killed seven of my people and he made me angry, angry!
So this time the game is over. I plan to change the rules and burn him to death with gasoline. Let’s see what he can do this time. He is definitely dead, dead!”
After Locke finished roaring, he turned and left. Raj, the former bodyguard in charge of guarding, held a pistol, sat aside and sneered: "Miss Fox, I know you have always been very proud, but you should not provoke my brother, his
Very bad tempered."
Lena Fox got up from the ground with difficulty. There were already two red slap marks on her face, and the corners of her mouth were even bleeding. But she smoothed her messy hair nonchalantly, and still said with a smile: "You can't say this to a person.
People who are dying have too many demands. And even if I am going to die, I will never bow to anyone."
Raj really had nothing to do with Lena Fox, while the beautiful Miss Fox continued to eat her last supper. She tasted the dishes in front of her slowly, with a calm expression, until she ate from the cherries decorating the dishes.
With a special hard core, she felt a little more hopeful about the possibility of her escape.
"The next step is to see that little policeman. Only if he stirs up more damage and creates greater chaos can I have the possibility of escaping." Lena Fox held the hard core in the corner of her mouth and continued slowly.
While eating her dinner, I was praying in my heart that Zhou Qingfeng could cooperate with her to escape.
At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng in the underground parking lot has changed a lot. He has lost his police hat. Although he is still wearing a police uniform, he is wearing a tactical vest that was taken from a corpse. There is even a vest on the vest.
There was a pungent smell of blood, but he could no longer care about it.
Zhou Qingfeng's tactical vest pocket contained a total of eight magazines, an M4A1 carbine in his hand, and a Glock 17 in the quick-draw holster on his thigh.
At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng looked fierce and murderous. Although his face was still that of an eighteen-year-old, his whole temperament had suddenly changed. With several lives in hand, he looked sharp and imposing.
His 'gifted' ability allowed him to improve very quickly. After a few fights, he felt that his knowledge of firearms had skyrocketed. At first, he was holding an m1911a1 and couldn't use it at all, but now he is holding an m4a1.
But it has a gun feel to it, that familiar feeling as if I have been playing with it for more than ten years.
However, Zhou Qingfeng still couldn't escape from the first floor of the underground parking lot. No matter he took the fire escape or the driveway, there were two or three kidnappers blocking him. These guys didn't come down anymore. They just blocked the intersection and wouldn't let him go.
Go out, and then the gasoline is poured in.
Seeing the gasoline, Zhou Qingfeng instantly understood the sinister intentions of the kidnappers. He was probably the most courageous of these bastards. He killed seven of them in one go. No one could guarantee that he was not the eighth, so they would rather use stupid methods.
Come and deal with Zhou Qingfeng.
The amount of gasoline poured in by the kidnappers was not very large, but as long as the gasoline was ignited, it would consume a large amount of oxygen in the underground parking lot. Zhou Qingfeng would also suffocate to death if he was not burned to death.
Smelling the smell of gasoline getting stronger and stronger, Zhou Qingfeng knew immediately that he had to rush out, rush out as soon as possible! If he didn't leave, he would definitely die.