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Chapter 083 Preset Battlefield

On the fifteenth floor, a closed corridor was dark. A faint moonlight filtered through the windows, and all you could see were a few bleeding corpses lying on the ground, and a dozen tables and chairs blocking most of the corridor.

and a large number of paper items, which are all flammable.

The external power supply of the building was interrupted, and the lighting had to rely on the internal emergency power supply. However, Zhou Qingfeng smashed all the emergency lights in this corridor. He was squatting at the corner of the corridor at the moment, carefully taking out a few bottles of high-definition liquid from his backpack.

Foreign wine, including brandy, whiskey, and vodka.

Whiskey is a famous spirit, and brandy is known as the "burning liquor". As for vodka, just think of it as pure alcohol. Zhou Qingfeng took these from the small wine cabinet in the hideout.

"Hugo, is it really feasible for us to do this?" Mobutu asked anxiously while hiding aside. His natural skin color allowed him to be perfectly hidden in the darkness. "The number of enemies is far greater than ours. What if we burn ourselves?"

What to do if you die?”

Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a night vision device obtained from the police. He checked his firearms for the last time. At the same time, he turned to look at Mobutu and said, "Listen, I know you want to escape. You want to get out of here."

The farther away the bastard is, the better. Not only do you want it, I want it too.

But I want to tell you, you can escape this time, but you can't escape next time. You won't live a few more days just because you escape successfully. Even if no one troubles you, disease and hunger will kill you. I believe it.

My life will only become more and more difficult.

What we have to do now is to do everything we can to compete with others for the chance of survival. What you will do later is very simple, that is, come out and help me when I am in danger. I don’t ask you to show your ability.

You are so brave, but I hope you can perform normally."

Zhou Qingfeng finally pushed Mobutu and said, "Hide behind me. I will call you if necessary."

Mobutu left silently. Zhou Qingfeng could see his rickety back through the night vision device. Obviously, this black man did not have high morale. In fact, he himself could not be said to have high morale.

Just don't push yourself to the edge and just work hard.

ntz-49 strengthened Zhou Qingfeng's physical fitness in all aspects, and even began to slightly improve his IQ and judgment and analysis skills. But nothing could improve his courage, and everything could only rely on his own encouragement.

"God, please let me shoot more accurately and feel better later. Because my ammunition is not unlimited." Zhou Qingfeng held the scar rifle in his hand and leaned against the wall silently.

The number of gangsters was absolutely dominant. After clearing the fifteenth floor, Zhou Qingfeng found that he could not clear the sixteenth floor. Because there were too many enemies above the sixteenth floor and they were very active, he would be shot if he went up there.

In order to solve this problem, Zhou Qingfeng set up a battlefield on the fifteenth floor, tried to create some geographical advantages for himself, and waited for the gangsters to attack. Only God knows whether this passive method will succeed!

While Zhou Qingfeng was waiting silently, the gangsters who noticed something strange were re-sweeping the floor under their control. Hearing the chaotic footsteps coming from the direction of the fire staircase, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on the gun -

It sounds like there are really many enemies!

With a clang, the fire door on the fifteenth floor was kicked open, and a gangster was pushed in by Yakov. The unlucky guy who was exploring the path fell to the ground as soon as he entered, and then turned around and faced the gangster boldly.

A bunch of people swept around.

Bang bang bang... After half the magazine was empty, the unfortunate guy leaned against a wall and breathed rapidly, swallowing saliva. The reason for being so nervous was naturally the dozen or so bodies he saw all the way from the tenth floor.

Corpse.

Gangsters are not naturally bold. They only become particularly arrogant when they are in large numbers and have an absolute advantage. Their courage in normal times may not be as good as that of normal people.

Now, Zhou Qingfeng's almost massacre-like tactics really frightened this group of gangsters. After all, everyone only has one life, and it is impossible not to cherish it.

"How is the situation inside?" Yakov asked loudly while hiding outside the fire door.

The gangster exploring the road gasped and said, "It seems, nothing seems to be wrong."

So one gangster after another was forced by Yakov to rush into the fifteenth floor. When the number of companions exceeded twenty, they felt a little more relaxed, but only a little.

There are four or five corridors outside the fire door on the fifteenth floor. At this moment, the corridor is quiet and silent. Yakov holds an M4A1 carbine in his hand and supervises the formation from behind, ordering his men to start searching the entire floor, "We must

Find him, otherwise none of us will be able to feel comfortable!"

Because they robbed a precinct police station in Queens, Corgan's men were generally equipped with M4A1s. Now this group of gangsters carried them one by one into the corridors of the fifteenth floor.

"Idiots, don't crowd in a bunch. That kid is equipped with shock bombs. Do you want to be bombed again?" Yakov also wore police night vision goggles and stared at the movement in the corridor from behind. Now the police have disappeared.

Police equipment has become popular.

The gangsters really wanted to spread out, but the more spread out the formation, the slower the pace of those in the front. If the front part is slower, the people behind will naturally follow, and as a result, the crowd cannot spread. And the quieter the scene, everyone

People's breathing becomes heavier.

"Wow..." the leading gangster suddenly shouted.

Yakov asked angrily from behind: "What happened?"

"Yes..., someone is dead." The leading gangster had already walked to the pile of tables and chairs arranged by Zhou Qingfeng. There was a body that he had killed.

"What are the dead people afraid of? Keep looking for me." Yakov shouted angrily.

When Zhou Qingfeng heard this cry, he immediately stood up from his hiding position, took out a shock bomb from his hand, pulled the string and threw it out.

The sound of the throwing wind immediately attracted the attention of the gangsters. The two leading gangsters fired fiercely forward, while the gangsters in the rear were running around in chaos. Only at the end, Yakov, the supervisor of the battle, watched in the night vision goggles.

He must be clear and shout: "Idiot, get down!"

With a bang, a dazzling light suddenly lights up in the darkness. The brightness of eight million candles will last for several seconds with the loud noise. This intensity of light can directly make people temporarily blind, especially in dark environments.

Significantly.

This is the advantage of the preset battlefield. Zhou Qingfeng decides when to launch the attack. When the shock bomb explodes, even Yakov who is far away cannot fight. His night vision device temporarily failed due to the strong light. Although he was not attacked

The blindness turned into blindness.

Zhou Qingfeng blocked the lens barrel of his night vision device in advance just to gain a few seconds of absolute advantage. When the bright light of the flash bomb disappeared and a group of gangsters screamed loudly in the corridor, he immediately appeared from the corner.

Kneel down on one knee, hold the gun with both hands, aim steadily at the target and start shooting accurately with a single shot.

boom……!

One gangster was shot in the chest, and the soft body armor of ordinary police officers could not block the penetrating power of the bullet. The gangster spun and fell to the ground.

boom……!

Another gangster was shot in the chest, but the body armor with a ceramic plate inserted into it saved his life, but the heavy impact still caused him to fall to the ground.

Bang..., bang..., bang...!

Gunshots rang out and bullets flew. The frantic gangsters began to shoot randomly, but they could not withstand Zhou Qingfeng's precise and ruthless shooting. The staggering gangsters were shot dead one by one.

Yakov, who was lying at the end, loudly cursed his incompetent men. If they had just dispersed, would they have been slaughtered like birds? "Ivan, that kid is on the fifteenth floor. I need support. Come quickly."

support!"


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