In a narrow space, the energy of the explosion has nowhere to vent, and its power will increase exponentially. With the air waves and sound waves, the walls will collapse and the masonry will be broken. Merciless shrapnel will fly around, taking away the lives of the living.
No one can remain calm in the explosion. Those who can curl up and look for cover are warriors who have experienced many battles. However, the opponent who came to attack this time was unusual.
The goddess of the night, Shar, borrowed the pituitary gland of the queen ant to give Zhou Qingfeng three superpowers. He used more network connections and mental shocks, but less use of the secret technique of close combat such as mental scanning.
In the thick smoke caused by the explosion, dark vision was not easy to use, but mental scanning gave Zhou Qingfeng a magical help. The muzzle of the gun in his hand could always find the target hiding in the corner, and then a few precise bullets would kill him.
Its hit.
If there are several opponents covering each other, they often receive special attention - a grenade will fly out of the thick smoke and explode before it hits the ground. The exploding steel balls will cause damage in all corners, making it impossible to dodge.
Continuous gunshots and explosions rang out in the complex terminal building, mixed with the miserable screams of the Ermao military police. People could hear very rhythmic shooting, followed by the arrival of death.
In just half a minute, more than a dozen of the 20-cent military police blocking the fifth floor of the terminal were killed, and the rest fled in all directions, howling like ghosts. They bumped around like headless flies.
Someone panicked and even rushed into Max's office.
The blast-proof door of the office was blown down, and valuable furniture was piled behind the door as a barrier. At least a dozen firearms were pointed at the door, and whoever rushed in would be beaten into a hornet's nest.
However, in just half a minute, the precarious situation was reversed. Corpses were strewn in the corridor outside the door, and the spattered blood almost dyed the walls and ceiling red.
The gunshots and screams gradually stopped, and it became quiet outside.
Marcus fell in a corner of the office. He was shot in the shoulder and thigh, and there were black marks on his forehead from stray bullets. He lost too much blood and could not stand up, but there were more than a dozen desperadoes following him closely.
Everyone was nervously staring at the fallen blast door. They were either holding heavy machine guns or rocket launchers, and were a little confused about what was going on outside. Until...
"Marcos." A voice shouted outside, "Let your men relax, I have cleared away the enemies outside."
Marcus, who was lying in the corner, breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to stand up. He signaled his men to lower their guns and said happily: "The boss is here, we are saved."
Zhou Qingfeng wore a light-colored windbreaker and walked in slowly, holding a rifle. He whistled, and in front of him was a room that had been ravaged by explosives and heavy weapons. A dozen survivors were still in shock, still holding onto their weapons and staring at them.
he.
"Go after those fleeing guys and don't let them stop."
Zhou Qingfeng quietly crushed an 'Assistance' gem - everyone in the room increased their attack, resisted fear, and at the same time recovered their injuries to a certain extent.
There were several seriously injured people lying on the floor of the room, dying. From the perspective of the survivors, these seriously injured people only had half a breath left, but as soon as the boss arrived, it was like a god coming, and their breathing became steady.
Marco Shi, who was shot in the thigh, also recovered greatly from his injuries and could walk two steps on his own. He tilted his head towards his still-living men, "Don't you always want to know who is standing behind me? Well, this is our boss."
Although there were many rumors, it was not until Zhou Qingfeng came forward that everyone confirmed that the 'Holy Light' was really Boris Bol's real master.
This is so surprising.
Several big men with furry bears muttered a few words and walked out of the messy office with weapons in their arms. When they saw no one but corpses outside, they came back and asked in surprise: "Boss? You came alone?"
"How many people do you think I need?" Zhou Qingfeng found the broken wine cabinet in the office, raised his hand slightly, and the only remaining bottle of vodka flew out from the broken glass and liquor.
"For the sake of your loyalty to your duties, I should let you know what real power is." Zhou Qingfeng flicked his fingers, and the wine bottle made a crisp sound.
The cork of the wine bottle popped open, and the wine was poured out, falling on a wounded man who was shot in the chest. The bright red wine splashed away, and soon the wounded man breathed heavily and weakly opened his mouth.
Eye.
It was a very ritualistic behavior. The dozen or so survivors at the scene all opened their eyes wide and let out soft sighs.
"I hope you..." Zhou Qingfeng said the first half of the sentence.
Marco Shi stared closely at his subordinates standing in a daze at the door of the office, and shouted angrily: "Keep the secret, or you will go to hell."
A wizard's hand, a healing technique, the effect is very good. As Zhou Qingfeng's sharp eyes scanned, the fearless mercenaries all took a breath, nodded silently, and left quickly.
"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng pressed Ma Keshi's injured shoulder with one hand.
The thick Slavic man screamed in pain. Severe pain came from his numb shoulder. After a while, it became numb and itchy again. The wound was recovering quickly. The same was true for the thigh, and the broken bullet was squeezed out from the wound.
.
However, Max didn't answer the question and asked in a low voice: "Is this the power of God or the power of the devil?"
"It's human power."
"superpower?"
"Whatever you think."
Ma Keshi had long thought about the peculiarities of his boss and how to get along with him, and today it was finally confirmed. He straightened up, watched Zhou Qingfeng continue to rescue other wounded, and sighed:
"I was careless this time, thinking that the officials in the city had already been fed by me. But they always just want more. The Americans are back again, making the situation more complicated."
While Ma Keshi was gritting his teeth, Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Do you have a list?"
"What?" Marco Shi's eyes widened.
Zhou Qingfeng shouted towards the office door, "Irene, please handle this matter."
The tree spirit walked through the broken glass on the ground with broken steps, and appeared at the door with Meow Meow. She first nodded to Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Yes, Master." Then she asked Marco Shi, "Is there anything that needs to be cleaned up?"
List?”
Max was stunned for a moment, then turned around to look through his smashed desk. He picked out an account book from a pile of waste paper-like miscellaneous items, flipped through it and handed it to Irene.
"There are some troublesome guys here. They usually take our money but do nothing. You can kill them all. But you have to be careful. These are powerful people and they are quite difficult to deal with."
Eileen smiled and took the account book, and called to the black cat, "Meow, let's go, we have work to do. Your favorite job."
The black cat's paws were covered in blood, but the fur on its body was particularly smooth and shiny. She bared her teeth slightly, jumped on the messy floor, and then followed Irene.
Marco Shi stared at the leaving black cat for a long time, and then he breathed a sigh of relief. He turned around and looked at the broken window again. The besieging public intellectuals were clearly retreating in chaos. He lowered his head towards Zhou Qingfeng and said apologetically:
"I'm sorry, boss. I didn't manage this place well."
"Oh, it's okay." Zhou Qingfeng looked around and couldn't find a chair to sit on in the office. He spread his hands and said, "You've done me justice if you didn't surrender on the spot.
But I may not be able to come by such a coincidence next time. If you cause any trouble again, you'd better hold on a little longer. Uh..., I'm actually a little confused this time and need your help.
Because I thought about it for a day and a night, but I couldn't figure out why the chickens came to mess with us? I decided not to think about it - I originally wanted to try thinking about it for ten days and ten nights, but I don't have the talent to be a librarian, and I really don't have the brains."