Seizing the opportunity for the enemy to change the magazine, Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the back seat of the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz. The gangster gunmen across the street immediately opened fire at him, and the bullets flew over. More than a dozen guns hit him.
He hid in the trunk of the car so hard that he couldn't even lift his head.
"Victor, you lunatic!" Helena shouted angrily, and was immediately pushed back by the flying bullets. She threw herself at the rear window, worried about Zhou Qingfeng's condition.
Zhou Qingfeng still couldn't escape now. He just stayed under the trunk. The gang gunmen on the opposite side were trying to shoot at him from both sides. And right in front of the car, the clanging forklift backed away a few meters.
, then rushed over with a huge shovel head, apparently trying to smash Zhou Qingfeng flat.
"Idiot!" Zhou Qingfeng didn't wait for the forklift to come forward. He aimed the rifle in his hand at the black operator in the forklift cab. He fired three bursts and shattered the cab glass. The bullet penetrated and killed him.
As soon as the operator died, the forklift lost control and continued to move forward, hitting the wall of the building behind Zhou Qingfeng with a clang. This angered the drug-addicted gangster gunmen even more, and the bullets fired were flying everywhere.
stop.
At this time, the intensive sirens of the Chicago police can be heard in the distance. If such a large-scale vicious shooting occurs tonight, a large number of police will definitely come. If we don't leave now, we will really have no way out by then.
, there is no way to enter the ground.
Fight!
Zhou Qingfeng, who was nestled behind the car, could only fight. The rifle in his hand began to fire three rounds in a rhythmic manner. Burst, burst, burst, the attack was fierce and ruthless. Almost every time the opponent was shot, he would be killed or injured.
In addition to the morale inspired by drugs, the real combat effectiveness of these gangster gunmen at the scene was not as high as expected. They were not at the same level as Zhou Qingfeng who was killed in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng also discovered something that made him extremely depressed. This gang of gunmen
I don't know how to use a gun at all.
There were more than a dozen gunmen on the opposite side, most of them using pistols. But pistols are easy to learn and hard to master. Just ten meters away from the road, they were stunned and shot the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz with a clang, but they didn't do much damage.
Qingfeng.
Zhou Qingfeng took a few seconds to think, and was shocked to find that the gunmen were targeting this bulletproof Mercedes-Benz. He even rolled away a few meters away, but was stunned because it was dark and couldn't see clearly from the other side, so he didn't notice it at all.
Fortunately, I was so frightened that the opposite person was an ordinary loser. Since the other party was so useless, don't blame Zhou Qingfeng for being rude. He directly changed the magazine with a full one, moved a distance of about ten meters, and suddenly approached the person from the side.
Help the shooter.
In terms of instantaneous acceleration, Zhou Qingfeng can run a distance of more than ten meters in one or two seconds. And when it comes to close combat, the assault rifle in his hand has completely overwhelming firepower.
Seeing how brave Zhou Qingfeng was, Helena, who was still in the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz, was a little stunned - this guy has not forgotten to be cool even at this age?
The bright red cloak hangs diagonally on Zhou Qingfeng's strong, semi-naked body. The hem of the cloak floats slightly as he runs. The wrinkled and stained corners only exaggerate the cruelty and murderous intent of the current battle.
Zhou Qingfeng's arm was originally scratched by a stray bullet, and the blood flowed out and dyed his thick arms and thick chest red, which only added to his tragic heroic spirit and fearless high-spirited aura.
Especially when the gangster gunmen who were fighting against the five scumbags were shot down by Zhou Qingfeng one by one. Under the streetlight, he walked firmly without hesitation. The enemy's numerical advantage was extremely ridiculous, and the stern counterattack made people confused and confused——
This is what a man looks like!
Suddenly..., a gangster gunman was hit in the head.
Suddenly... another gang gunman was shot several times.
Suddenly, suddenly..., a gangster gunman tried to resist, but the bullets fired randomly had no idea where they went. Instead, his liver and gallbladder burst after the magazine was empty. When he turned around and ran away, he was beaten until he was bleeding for five steps.
Fighting against the fifth scum is fighting against the fifth scum, there is no one who can beat him!
In the fierce exchange of fire, Zhou Qingfeng emptied a magazine and immediately pulled out a full one from his pants with one hand. He opened the empty magazine and quickly replaced it. The firepower was almost without pause, and the series of movements were smooth and handsome!
Helena felt that her heartbeat was about to stop at this moment. She had never seen anyone so casually spreading killing and death on the battlefield.
However, Zhou Qingfeng turned all this into a live show of violent aesthetics, using the blood and lives of his enemies to reflect his strength.
A man with a gun.
A fearless Spartan warrior.
A shameless action star who never forgets to show off his muscles half-naked while fighting, combining ancient Greek combat aesthetics with modern killing techniques!
How could there be such a shameless person in the world? Even at this critical moment, he still did not forget to show off his charm and stir up women's heartstrings.
Although the scene was littered with corpses, Zhou Qingfeng showed the scene calmly and elegantly. His unhurried shooting had an artistic flavor, and the rhythm of the shooting was like an exciting symphony.
Two magazines were emptied, and all the gangster gunmen who were shooting at Zhou Qingfeng were killed. He casually changed another magazine, and quickly ran back to the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz with the gun. Helena, who was still in the car, was already inside.
When he was possessed by the devil, he felt as if there was a light coming from his body, as if he was as powerful as the God of War.
"Are you OK."
"I'm fine."
"We have to get out of here quickly."
Zhou Qingfeng said a few words casually. He pulled Helena out of the car and ran into the cab of the forklift. He pulled out the body inside and then controlled the forklift to overturn the overturned bulletproof Mercedes-Benz.
once.
During the whole process, Helena just stood aside in a daze. Finally, the half-naked Wonder Woman was pulled into the car by the equally half-naked Spartan warrior, and the two quickly left the scene.
Within a minute of Zhou Qingfeng's escape, support from various Chicago police stations rushed in. William Bob and the FBI, who were trapped in the liquor hiding spot, also escaped from death. And what was displayed in front of them was
It doesn't look like the bustling Chicago at all, but more like a war scene in Libya or Syria.
The gangster gunmen who were addicted to drugs were quickly suppressed. The FBI agents, who suffered heavy casualties, showed no mercy to these guys and took their lives with deadly hands. But when the gunfire finally stopped, everyone discovered that dozens of people died in the entire gun battle.
Number person.
The floor was littered with bullet casings, bullet holes everywhere, and corpses scattered in every corner around the bar. Even if the night wind blew by, the smell of blood could not be dissipated.
"How come so many people died?" Seeing the corpses at the scene, Agent Bob, who directed the operation, felt a chill in his heart. There were more than ten FBI casualties under his command, and more than a dozen of Chris's group were on the scene.
Everyone died in the chaos, and almost all of the other gangsters who raided Chris's territory were also killed.
Especially on the street where Zhou Qingfeng and Helena drove away, more than a dozen corpses were lined up one after another, and the death was extremely tragic.
Nearly a hundred people died in thirty days last month, which was already the bloodiest month in Chicago. Now there are corpses everywhere, half a hundred at random, and it is destined to be the bloodiest night in Chicago.