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Chapter 081 Silent Death

For Boss Corgan, the current trouble is not only the problem of food shortage, but also the problem of low morale. After all, no one has ever encountered such a thing as the Cataclysm. Last night, the attack was not successful, and today he was killed by a little brat.

It was a scam. So Boss Corgan decided to give a speech.

"Cheer up, you idiots. The government is finished, the police have disappeared, and the law has lost its grip. Is there any better life than this? You used to be short of money, and now New York has as much wealth as you want.

Rob. You were all despised in the past. Now whoever dares to despise you, just kill him. What else are you unhappy about?

I know what you are worried about? An eighteen-year-old boy named Victor Hugo. The media has blown him to the sky, saying that he is the most terrifying terrorist after 9/11. This is all nonsense!

I know that Victor Hugo. He is not a terrorist or a murderer at all, he is just a little kid. In front of me, he is nothing.

Look at me, I am Corgan, the biggest gang leader in Queens, and will also be the biggest gang leader in New York. If I want Victor Hugo to bow his head, he will have to bow his head; if I want him to die, he will have to.

die.

Do you know why Victor Hugo ran away? Because he knew I was here. He was scared away by me. How scary can a person who dare not look me in the face be?

So you don’t have to worry too much. Keep cleaning this building and try to find some food and water. Soon we will be stronger, so strong that we can occupy the entire New York. As for Victor Hugo, if he hadn’t died in my hands

Here, just hiding like a mouse."

The gangsters liked to hear such heroic words. Boss Korgan's words made them excited and echoed loudly. Boss Korgan himself also waved his hands to continuously improve the morale of his men. But when he jumped down from the table where he was speaking, he shouted at the people around him.

Ivan asked: "Are you sure that kid escaped?"

"He should have fled down the elevator shaft to a few floors downstairs. I have sent my brother to chase him. But he has probably already escaped the building." Ivan was very confident in his judgment.

"Hmm..." Corgan responded unequivocally, "If we can get his body, I will let everyone know that anyone who fights against me, Corgan, will never end well."

Just when Boss Corgan made such bold words, Zhou Qingfeng's night killing on the tenth floor of the building had just begun. Although the night had fallen, the floor was not silent. Occasionally, the clanking of things being checked could be heard. It sounded like something

Several people are constantly checking every corner of the rooms on the floor.

There are various independent offices and office areas distributed in the Immigration Bureau building. Each area has various desks and cabinets. The criminals in charge of the search are constantly looking for various valuable things with flashlights.

Zhou Qingfeng held a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand. When he walked into an office area, he saw that the ground was full of overturned tables, chairs and debris. Almost everything was thrown on the ground. There was a figure not far away.

Being busy.

Mobutu suddenly became nervous when he saw the gangsters appearing. But Zhou Qingfeng glanced around a few times, but walked over briskly, tiptoeing to the ground, moving quickly and silently, like a black panther hunting.

Especially when Zhou Qingfeng got close to the gangster, he pounced forward quickly and stabbed his opponent in the back. The blade penetrated through the gap in the ribs and directly pierced the heart and lungs. During the assassination process, he

He also covered the other person's mouth tightly, making him spurt blood but couldn't make a sound.

This is a silent death! Cruel and poignant.

Mobutu's original task was to take care of Zhou Qingfeng's back and help him observe movements in other directions. But when Mobutu saw him killing a person so easily and neatly, he felt chills all over and was extremely shocked.

The killed gangster fell down crookedly. In fact, he was not completely dead. His body twitched from time to time, and blood spurted out from his mouth, indicating that his heart was still beating reluctantly. Zhou Qingfeng slowly

He withdrew his saber, picked up the flashlight that fell on the ground, and at the same time opened several large garbage bags beside the gangster.

The garbage bags contained various supplies that the gangster had collected throughout the day. It was easy to sort them into categories. There were food, drinks, and some tools and supplies. One bag even contained several guns, magazines, and bullets.

These things should have been looted from the building.

Zhou Qingfeng returned to Mobutu with these things, waved his hand and whispered: "Let's go, next target."

Mobutu was still in a state of shock and shock. He felt his mouth was dry and his heart was beating wildly. He subconsciously asked: "Mr. Hugo, I remember the media reported that you are only eighteen years old. This

is that true?"

"Yes, theoretically I am indeed only eighteen years old." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"So have you received strict training since childhood?" Mobutu asked again.

"Hmm...?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at Mobutu's trembling expression, and immediately understood that the other party was frightened by his quickness in killing people. He simply said nonsense: "Yes, we Chinese are all good at kung fu, and we have learned it since we were young.

train."

In fact, this is a manifestation of Zhou Qingfeng's "gifted" ability. He is extremely savvy in everything he does and makes rapid progress. Now even his terrible marksmanship is greatly improved. Sooner or later, he will become a killing machine in the chaotic apocalypse.

.

There were only four gangsters operating on the tenth floor of the entire building. When Zhou Qingfeng captured the last person, he did not kill him on the spot. Instead, he forced a knife to the other person's throat and began to interrogate him.

"I ask a question, and you answer a question. If I find out that you are deliberately concealing something, I will stab you, do you understand?" In the darkness, Zhou Qingfeng's voice was like a terrifying night demon. He imitated the words of the villain in the police movie,

Sure enough, good questioning results were achieved.

"Who is your boss?"

"Korgan, Boss Korgan."

"Who is around him?"

"There's the Potarsky brothers, there's..."

After Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions to which he knew the answers, he continued to inquire in depth.

"How many of you are there?"

"I'm not sure. Some people died last night, maybe seventy or eighty more."

"Who were you fighting last night?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a gang team from other places. Anyway, everyone is in a mess, and they open fire when they see people who are not on their side."

"You haven't met a few acquaintances? For example, you haven't met a guy named David Lawrence?"

"No, I didn't see David Lawrence."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, but finally killed the opponent with one knife.

When Mobutu saw this scene, he kept crossing himself on his chest, as if he was confessing to God, praying for forgiveness for his and Zhou Qingfeng's sins. His trembling appearance looked pitiful and ridiculous.

"Mobutu, there is no need to greet God for me."

"Why?"

"Because I don't believe that bastard at all."

"ah……?!"


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