Zhou Qingfeng took a few steps forward angrily, reversed the butt of his gun and gave Director Bratton a hard blow to his stomach. This blow turned the Director into a hunched prawn, with severe pain in his abdomen.
The pain made him feel like he could vomit out all his internal organs.
Seeing the Director retching and turning blue in pain, Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head slightly and said: "I heard the conversation between you and this girl from beginning to end. Where did you get the confidence? I think I will believe you."
What nonsense? Do I look stupid?"
"You..., you..., you will regret it." The director tried hard to show his manners and power. But neither he nor Lena Foxx were worthless in Zhou Qingfeng's eyes.
.Because in about twelve hours, the police and consortium personnel will disappear.
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng take care of Director Bratton, Lena Fox, who was so nervous that her whole body twitched, finally breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard that the Director actually wanted to be cruel, her anger immediately turned into an impulsive explosion, and she stepped forward and kicked
Kick the other person in the crotch, turning him into a jumping shrimp, "Asshole, I thought you were my savior, but you want my life!"
"Don't kill him, I still want to rely on him to escape." Zhou Qingfeng bent down to pick up the weapons and equipment of two New York SWAT police officers, and immediately gained a lot.
Two .45-caliber USP45 pistols. Old America just likes such large-caliber guns. This is their tradition. Two .223-caliber short-barreled scar assault rifles, with a full set of weapons on Picatinny rails.
Accessories, even a grenade launcher included.
In addition to carrying two guns, one long and one short, one of the special police officers even carried a Benelli M4 Super 90 combat shotgun. The special police officer carrying this gun should be specially responsible for assault, so he would carry it.
This big sprayer.
However, these weapons and a large number of other police equipment were not used. Zhou Qingfeng killed two special police officers from behind. These good things were a bargain for him. Some of the equipment was damaged during the shooting, and he pieced it together.
He equipped himself with two pistols, a scar, a shotgun, as well as various body armor, tactical vests, weapons and equipment and other police equipment.
Carrying such a lot of things, Zhou Qingfeng's weight is more than forty kilograms. Normally, he would be out of breath under the pressure, but now he feels very relaxed. Ntz-49 has indeed greatly strengthened his body.
Quality.
This is a good thing but an even worse thing!
Zhou Qingfeng threw his original Glock 17 to Lena Fox, and he dragged Director Bratton and said: "Okay, my Mr. Director, I hope you will cooperate so that I can leave this hospital safely.
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The Director-General stared at Zhou Qingfeng with hatred in his eyes, but stopped talking, and did not know what he was thinking. But Lina Fox said from the side: "I don't think you need to worry too much. As long as you take me away
Here, when I regain control of the Fox Consortium, all the promises I made before will be valid."
Zhou Qingfeng thought to himself: What's the use of saying it's effective? You, the controller of the consortium, will disappear soon. No matter how much you promise, it's all in vain! Wait, it doesn't seem to be completely useless.
"If you really want to help, call someone to this hospital and find a room called 'Alonzo's Super Pharmaceutical Laboratory.' Move everything in the laboratory onto a truck and find a safe place.
Store it in a special place. Remember, all work must be completed before nightfall today." Zhou Qingfeng was still thinking about Ntz-49 that would kill him.
"'Alonzo's Super Pharmaceutical Laboratory'?" Lena Fox had never heard of such a laboratory. "You want a medical laboratory for a police officer?"
"I'm not a policeman. In fact, as you just heard, I'm actually a wanted criminal. Two days ago, I killed a nigger who tried to rob me, and I got into big trouble." Speaking of this, Zhou Qingfeng was furious.
ah!
"You're not a police officer?!" Although Lena Fox had some guesses, it was still a bit hard to accept when Zhou Qingfeng said it himself, "I always thought you were a police officer with a strong sense of justice."
"Hahaha...! Life always comes with drama." Zhou Qingfeng laughed a few times with a self-deprecating smile, then pushed Director Bratton on the shoulder and said: "Mr. Director, cheer up. I don't want your men to see it.
I see you looking exhausted."
Director Bratton snorted coldly and muttered a curse word, but he still led the way honestly. Zhou Qingfeng was now wearing a full New York SWAT jacket and equipment. Although the uniform on his body had some bullet holes, it looked obvious if you didn't look carefully.
Not easy to find.
A group of three people slowly walked out of the hospital and saw the police-controlled scene with a cordon on the outside. A bunch of media reporters were crowded there. When they saw someone coming out, they immediately started shooting wildly. "Look..., look..., Lina
.Fox, she's saved! She's saved!"
The camera lens quickly focused on this world-famous socialite. Some reporters even rushed through the blockade and rushed over desperately just to ask her, "Miss Fox, can you tell me about your experience and feelings of being kidnapped?"
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A crowd of people immediately gathered in front of Lena Fox. Many police officers, reporters and pedestrians who did not know the truth even applauded. Because what they saw was the scene where Chief Bratton of the New York City Police Department rescued the kidnapped Miss Fox.
When he came out, especially with Zhou Qingfeng, who was fully armed and covered in blood behind him, it further demonstrated the powerful deterrence of the New York police.
"Mr. Director, can you talk to me for a moment?"
"Mr. Director, how was Miss Fox rescued? Please accept our interview."
"Mr. Director, everyone in the United States wants to know some details. Tell us something quickly!"
Not only did reporters surround Lena Fox, but a large number of reporters also rushed towards the gloomy-faced Director. When the Director saw someone rushing over, he immediately wanted to hide in the crowd. But Zhou Qingfeng immediately stepped forward to catch him.
He stretched out his arm and whispered: "Mr. Director, don't force me to beat you to death on the spot."
Facing the rushing reporters, Zhou Qingfeng shouted loudly: "Please get out of the way, get out of the way! Mr. Director is busy with official duties and needs to take a rest. He is not accepting interviews now. Anyone who needs an interview please contact the New York Police Department."
Zhou Qingfeng led Chief Bratton to a police car and pushed him into the passenger seat. But when he was about to get in the car, he found that Lena Fox had followed him and got into the car.
Inner rear seat.
"Why are you here?" Zhou Qingfeng asked while fastening his seat belt, "Miss Fox, you are free. You have also met the media reporters you want, and you can go find your consortium."
"You don't seem to like me following you at all, which is strange!" Lena Fox said with a puzzled expression, "But my intuition tells me that I still need to follow you."
Zhou Qingfeng was about to say, "There's something wrong with your brain," but Director Bratton, who had always been quite well-behaved, suddenly pushed the door of the passenger seat, rushed out of the police car and ran to several nearby SWAT team members on standby. He shouted loudly:
"Help! Help! This policeman is a suspect. He and Lena Fox planned all this. Shoot them both immediately, immediately, immediately!"
The bureau chief had not run five meters when a gunshot rang out. Zhou Qingfeng, who moved quickly, shot the bureau chief in the vest. This time, he hit the bureau chief accurately, and he was thrown into the street on the spot!
Lena Fox immediately turned pale and exclaimed in panic: "Damn it, there are police all around, you shouldn't kill him at this time!"