Rise of the Wasteland

寇 For the boss of Cogan, the trouble now is not only a problem of food shortage, but also a problem of low morale. After all, no one has encountered such a catastrophe. It was not good to start last night. Today, it was actually a little fart. So the boss of Cogan decided to make a speech.

"You idiots cheer me up, the government is dead, the police are gone, the law is no longer bound, are there any better days? You used to be short of money, now you can go to New York for whatever you want Rob. You were all despised in the past, and who dares to despise you now kills him directly. What else is upset about you?

I know what you are worried about? An eighteen-year-old boy named Victor Hugo. He was blown to the sky by the media, saying that he was the most terrible terrorist since 911. This is all nonsense!

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

Look at me, I'm Cogan, the biggest gang leader in Queens, and it will be the biggest gang leader in New York. I want Victor Hugo to bow his head, he must bow his head; I want him to die, he must die.

Do you know why Victor Hugo escaped? Because he knows I'm here. He was scared away by me. How terrible can a person who dare not look at me face to face?

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, powerful enough to occupy New York. As for Victor Hugo, if he died in my hands, he would hide like a mouse. "

The gangsters like to listen to such powerful words, and the words of the boss Cogan make them excited and echo. Cogan Boss also waved his hands, constantly improving his morale. But when he jumped off the table, he asked Ivan next to him, "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 hunt him down. But he may have fled this building." Ivan was very confident in his judgment.

"Hmm ..." Cogan replied unwillingly. "If his body can be best obtained, I want everyone to know that those who confront me will never end well."

When the boss of Cogan sent out these eloquent words, Zhou Qingfeng's night slaughter on the tenth floor of the building has just begun. Although the night came, the floor was not silent. Occasionally, I could hear some rumblings of checking things. It sounded that several people were constantly checking the corners of the rooms on the floor.

In the Immigration Office building, there are various independent offices and office areas. Each area has various desks and cabinets. The gangsters in charge of the search are constantly searching for 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, and there was a personal shadow not far away. Is busy.

Mobutu became nervous when he saw the gangster's appearance. But Zhou Qingfeng glanced around, but walked briskly, tiptoed, moving quickly and silently, like a black panther hunting.

Especially when Zhou Qingfeng was close to the gangster's back, he swooped forward swiftly, and stabbed directly at the opponent's back. The blade penetrated through the gap in the ribs and directly pierced the heart and lungs. During the assassination, he still covered his opponent's mouth so that he could spit blood but couldn't say anything.

This is silent death! Cruel and beautiful.

Mobutu's original task was to take care of Zhou Qingfeng's back and let him watch the movement in other directions. But when Mobutu saw him killing someone so lightly, he felt very cold and shocked.

The murdered gangster fell crookedly. In fact, he had not died yet, his body twitched from time to time, and his mouth squirted outward, showing his heart was still beating. Zhou Qingfeng slowly withdrew the saber, picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the ground, and opened several large garbage bags beside the gangster.

The **** bag contains the respective materials that the gangster collected one day. There are food and drink, and some tools and supplies. One bag even contained several guns, magazines and bullets. These things should be searched from the building.

Zhou Qingfeng took these things back to Mobutu, waved his hand and whispered, "Go, the next goal."

Mobutu was still in a state of horror and shock. He only felt his mouth full of dry mouth and heartbeat, and he asked subconsciously: "Mr. Hugo, I remember that the media reported that you were only eighteen years old. is that true?"

"Yeah, I'm really only eighteen in theory," Zhou Qingfeng said.

那么 "Have you been rigorously trained since childhood?" Mobutu asked again.

"Huh ...?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at Mobutu's expression of trembling, and immediately understood that the other party was frightened by his killing force. He simply said, "Yes, we Chinese will work hard and receive training from an early age."

In fact, this is the embodiment of Zhou Qingfeng's ‘talent and strangeness’. He can understand everything and make rapid progress. Even his terrible marksmanship is now greatly improved, and sooner or later he will become a killing machine in the chaotic end time.

只有 On the tenth floor of the entire building, only four gangsters were active ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ When Zhou Qingfeng captured the last person, he did not kill him on the spot, but he held the opponent's throat with a knife and began interrogation.

"I ask, you answer. If I find that you are deliberately hiding something, I will stab you, understand?" In the darkness, Zhou Qingfeng's voice was like a terrible night demon. He imitated the words of the big villain in the police bandit, and he really obtained a good questioning effect.

"Who is your boss?"

"Cogan, boss Cogan."

"Who is there around him?"

"There are brothers Potsky, there are ..."

After Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions that he knew the answer to, he continued to ask.

"How many people do you have?"

"I'm not quite sure. Some died last night. There should be seven or eighty."

"Who were you fighting with last night?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a gang of gangs elsewhere. Anyway, everyone is messy, and when they see someone who is not their own party, they fire."

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

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

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and finally killed the other with a knife.

Seeing this scene, Mobutu has been drawing a cross on his chest, and seems to be explaining to God, asking for forgiveness for himself and Zhou Qingfeng. His sloppy look looked pathetic and ridiculous.

"Mobutu, don't greet God for me."

"Why?"

因为 "Because I don't believe that **** at all."

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