Coming out of the Kenwood neighborhood, Zhou Qingfeng was also reviewing the problems he had just encountered with Helena. It was obvious that he was not as embarrassed as he described. What he wore and used had already skipped the stage of pursuing famous brands. Basically, he was not as embarrassed as he described.
They are all handmade by professional tailors.
The outfit looks like something sold on the street, low-key, luxurious, and inconspicuous, but it is actually worth hundreds of thousands. Zhou Qingfeng originally didn’t want to wear something so expensive, but the women around him control hundreds of millions of dollars, so how could he really make it happen?
Going out wearing street stall goods?
Such expensive clothes are invisible to ordinary people, but that woman Helena is capable of working for the FBI and being an undercover agent. It would be impossible without some discernment.
Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling that he still had to continue to have contact with that difficult girl, but how to cover up the lie? Or not at all? After pondering for a long time, he decided to get up from where he fell - not that he had agreed to find her
A house? I can move there directly.
Zhou Qingfeng took all his valuables with him. He found a taxi and paid twice the fare to return to the Kenwood community. He also specifically found Helena's apartment and knocked on the large iron door of the apartment.
"Boy, what do you want to do?" The apartment manager was a skinny black old lady with black skin and gray hair. She held a double-barreled shotgun in her hand and her eyes were alert. She just talked to Zhou Qingfeng through the apartment door.
"Oh..., this is really very American." Zhou Qingfeng muttered in a low voice, "Are there any rooms for rent here?"
Asian faces in the United States have both disadvantages and advantages. The disadvantage is that they are easily bullied, but the advantage is that others are less wary. The old black lady, who was in her 70s and 80s, looked carefully at her wearing a pair of glasses before letting Zhou Qingfeng in and asked:
"What kind of house do you want?"
"Is there a one-bedroom apartment?"
"Thirteen hundred dollars a month. It has a bathroom. If you want a kitchen, add another two hundred dollars. If you want furniture, I have some second-hand bargains."
The old black lady hunched her back and walked with a swaying step. She introduced Zhou Qingfeng to the apartment she managed. This five-story building was built in the 1960s. It is solid and solid, but all supporting facilities are backward.
Climbing the stairs to the third floor, Zhou Qingfeng quickly settled on a house. Then he bought various furniture from an old black lady and hired someone to move into the empty room.
"You are chinese?"
"right."
"You are really rich, but I don't understand why you live here? There is a dedicated Chinese community in Chicago, and they rarely appear in places with poor security."
"I just want to be a neighbor with some pretty girl."
"Ah..., I understand, no wonder you chose this room, because there is Natasha opposite, and that girl is the only person in this apartment who makes me feel at ease.
But I want to remind you that Natasha doesn’t like men. She always brings various beautiful girls back to live with her, and recently she hooked up with one, and that girl is also quite beautiful."
The old lady's chat made Zhou Qingfeng's head full of black lines. After asking where the nearby stores were, he went out to buy some daily necessities. As soon as he went out...
"Hey, isn't that the guy whose car was stolen? He hasn't left yet." Three or four idle black men appeared from the street corner and immediately surrounded them as if they had spotted prey, with playful smiles on their faces.
The old black lady who managed the apartment was right behind Zhou Qingfeng. She quickly opened the door of the apartment and shouted: "Kid, come in quickly, these little ruffians can do anything."
Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved. Instead, he walked up to him and asked, "I'm just looking for my car. Do you know where it is?"
"Hahahaha..." The black ruffian was so happy that he couldn't find anything to say, as if he had never been so happy in his life.
The gangsters were all tall and strong, with shiny black skin, and each one looked full of intimidation. They first surrounded Zhou Qingfeng, and then cursed at the old black lady who reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Old man,
Stay out of the way and you can live a few more years."
The old black lady quickly slammed the iron door of the apartment and looked out through the small gap in the door. She was already regretting that she was about to lose a high-quality tenant.
"Boy, take out your wallet. Don't say you have no money, otherwise..." Halfway through the words, the leading black ruffian screamed and fell down. This guy was kicked in the crotch and felt like he was
My balls are bursting.
The other black gangsters who surrounded Zhou Qingfeng were all stunned. They couldn't figure out why their companion fell down for a long time.
"Boy, you actually dare to strike first?" Another black gangster had a question mark on his face. After asking this question, he was also kicked in the middle of his pants. Only then did the other two black gangsters wake up, but there is something wrong with this.
Yes, he also fell to the ground and screamed.
Zhou Qingfeng found two guns and several magazines from the four black gangsters, but not a dime. In this short time, the iron door of the apartment creaked open, revealing an old black lady.
Walking out of it, his face was full of surprise.
"kong-fu?"
"yeah!"
"Bruce Lee?"
"Uh..., yeah!"
"very good!"
After a few simple conversations, Zhou Qingfeng felt a little uneasy. He asked the old black lady: "You shouldn't call the police, right?"
"Of course not! If you can clear out the villains around here, I will praise you to God." The old black lady said with certainty.
"That's good." Zhou Qingfeng turned around, smiled and asked the four black gangsters on the ground: "Now can you tell me who stole my car?"
The black ruffian fell to the ground like a shrimp with soft feet, covering his crotch and screaming in agony. These guys who bullied the weak and feared the strong looked at Zhou Qingfeng as if he were a monster, and they nodded repeatedly to his questions.
"Excellent, take me to my car." Zhou Qingfeng escorted four droopy gangsters slowly along the street. Soon this scene attracted countless people on both sides of the block to look at them. I have never seen anything like this before.
Ah, in the past, black people bullied Asians. Why has it changed today?
There were many people who were companions of these ruffians, and when they saw this situation, they rushed forward with chatter. But this had no effect except that the team of ruffians led by Zhou Qingfeng continued to expand. The only trouble it brought to Zhou Qingfeng was
He had to find a bag to put the confiscated pistol in.
Zhou Qingfeng's final destination was an underground parking lot in a neighborhood, which had been transformed into a neighborhood gang den, where a dozen black men with big muscles and round waists were modifying stolen cars.
Seeing a lot of street gangsters with bruises and swollen faces walking in, everyone stopped working. A black man over two meters tall came out menacingly, holding a loaded shotgun in his hand.
gun.
Behind the strong black man, other black men also put down their tools, grabbed their weapons, and stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who was clearly the source of the incident, with a cold face.
"Boy, who are you?" The strong black man pointed his gun at Zhou Qingfeng and yelled in a vicious voice: "You'd better tell me clearly, otherwise you're dead."
Zhou Qingfeng, however, focused his attention on other directions in the underground parking lot until he saw the 'Dodge' sports car that he had stolen. "I'm sure you won't believe it. I'm just looking for my car."
‘Exceptionally alert’….
Three times in a row….
Time stands still...,.
Draw your gun and shoot...!
Zhou Qingfeng's hands moved quickly, and clouds of muzzle flame suddenly exploded. More than a dozen bullets flew out, knocking down all the black men with guns in front of him in an instant.
Three seconds later, the accumulated gunshots suddenly exploded, and the entire underground parking lot exploded with thunderous vibrations, and at the same time, bloody flowers exploded. The gangsters, who were originally bruised and swollen, were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a thing before.
The words were inconsistent, and the indifference and ferocity of killing people on the spot.
After emptying both pistols, Zhou Qingfeng changed the magazine again, this time aiming at the black gangsters he had driven away.
"No, don't do that."
"We surrender."
"Don't shoot."
Among the various screams and screams, there was the sound of Zhou Qingfeng's angry gunshot again. Half a minute later, the entire underground parking lot was filled with the permeating smell of blood. To say that the blood was flowing is a bit exaggerated, but that it was like a river.
Not an exaggeration.
When Zhou Qingfeng moved these corpses to the transfer freighter in the wasteland of Havana, the strong fishy smell even made the butcher standing guard frown, "Victor, you seem to have a big hunting party. When it comes to murderers,
I will only obey you."
"Haha... I just don't want anyone to steal my car again."