Rise of the Wasteland

Twenty-seven, early morning.

After a night of exploration, teaching, and learning, Zhou Qingfeng confirmed: Eastern and Western women can say that from the inside to the outside, from the mind to the body, from the idea to the action, all sides are very different.

三个 After three hours of gradual exchanges of various negative distance body fluids, did Zhou Qingfeng realize what is called active? What is enthusiasm? What is a tired cow? If it weren't for his physical strength, he might be in awe of the blonde Yanmar!

I really learned the truth from practice, and this is true!

As soon as day dawned, Zhou Qingfeng woke up. He occupies an empty house near Chinatown in Lower Manhattan. This is where he hides his mobile command vehicle and also has relatively comfortable daily necessities.

Last night, the entire Lower Manhattan was full of gunfire, and more and more illegal immigrants are flowing into Manhattan like a tide. It is estimated that tens of thousands of people have formed various groups in high-rise buildings. Building looting.

However, there is still a restricted area near the New York Police Department, where more than a dozen high-rise buildings have been occupied by more than a dozen powerful gangs earlier, and anyone close to them was shot relentlessly.

Zhou Qingfeng sat up from the bed and looked sideways out of the window of the room. Several streets near him have been looted, and even his house has bullet holes. Several corpses outside the house were shot when he tried to invade.

Several church priests are passing the street with white flags. They are cleaning bodies everywhere, accommodating homeless people, discouraging others from stopping violence, and trying to rebuild social law and order.

The United States is also a society with a strong religious atmosphere. Christianity is dominant and there has been no attack on religious personnel for the time being. However, the efforts of religious personnel have only delayed the destruction of the entire city, because the city of New York can no longer support tens of millions of people.

The problem of survival is not solved by kindness and responsibility. After a while, the whole city will become hell!

Zhou Qingfeng was about to get up, and Jenny Braun also woke up. She was pulling the undulating mountains that covered her chest thinly, scratching her hair to cover the bullet mark on the ear, and said softly, "Hi" . Both were a little awkward for a while.

珍 For Jenny, Zhou Qingfeng's age is a bit too young. Although she is an adult, she is only eighteen years old. If this happened before the cataclysm, her 30-year-old boy with an 18-year-old could even become a kind of scandal in high society.

For Zhou Qingfeng, with a sense of national mission, he felt that since he got into bed, he would completely conquer the big horse in front of him. It has been proved in practice that he has become a shameful student on the bed, and mature Jenny Braun can be his teacher in some kind of love.

However, the teachers and students are very satisfied with each other. One is physical strength, handsome image, good temperament, good charm, strong firepower, deep capital, and the other is great figure, beautiful appearance, patience, positive taste, rich experience. , Superb skills.

The water and milk blend together, and the taste is incredible!

"I think we… .." Jenny was flushed by Zhou Qingfeng. As a reporter, she is actually a very generous person, but the current situation is not generous. "I'll make breakfast. . "

Ji Zhenni got out of bed lightly, grabbed the clothes left behind and went to the bathroom. Zhou Qingfeng was sitting on the bed, and when she saw the woman's hips beating constantly when she was trotting, she felt blood surged, and simply followed into the bathroom. In the exclamation of the big horse, she carried out pleasant morning exercises.

Only ten minutes into the event, the individual radio station by the table suddenly rang. Jenny, who had to stand against the wall, turned around and whispered: "Victor, it seems like someone is calling you. Let's come again at night, okay?"

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to hold Jenny to answer the radio, but she was freed by this big horse. She got dressed and ran to the kitchen for breakfast. And on the radio, the butcher's rough voice kept whispering: "Hey, Victor Hugo, Victor Hugo, are you still alive?"

"I won't die if you die." Zhou Qingfeng said holding a small individual radio station. He now has a wealth of materials at his disposal, brushing his teeth and washing his face to change clothes. He cleaned up the old skin that had fallen off of some of his wounds, and watched Jenny Braun wearing an apron busy in the kitchen. It took only a while to finish the table. Put toast and pork sausage.

"Hahaha ... I saw the Immigration Department building on fire the other night, and I was worried that you had been burned to the inside." The butcher asked, "How about? Have you got the people in the building?"

"It's been done for a long time! I have returned to the mobile command vehicle, collected a lot of materials, and are eating breakfast now." Zhou Qingfeng gathered next to Jenny, kissed the woman's face, and grabbed the bread on the table. Stuffed into your mouth.

However, the butcher's call asked Zhou Qingfeng to remember one thing. The Botsky brothers who died in his hands the night before were actually unlucky. He felt strange.

According to the original plot, the pair of elite monsters of the Potashsky brothers died in the hands of David Lawrence about half a month later. At the time, David Lawrence was just like God, killing these two guys was like playing.

But now, these two villains died in Zhou Qingfeng's hands on the second day of the cataclysm, and the whole process also tortured Zhou Qingfeng into unnecessary, leaving him full of injuries. Had it not been for his body to recover much faster than normal, he should now lie in a corner and endure the pain.

I thought of this, Zhou Qingfeng was actually full of tears. He now has no protagonist's strength and no protagonist's power, but he has done the work of the protagonist, and he is really tired!

But the bitterer is the butcher. He heard Zhou Qingfeng chew the pork intestine, and the angry side cursed ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I thought you were dead or stuck somewhere. But you can still have breakfast, so please come and help me. "

Zhou Qingfeng tried to contact the butcher yesterday, but couldn't. He guessed that the big Russian must be in trouble. Now I hear it, it really is.

"You can't figure out what you can do, can I do it?" There is a sense of happiness only when there is contrast. Zhou Qingfeng took another sip of hot milk and felt instantly relieved. It is not easy to have a hot meal in the last days.

Jenny, who brought the milk, whispered, "We only have these things in the food cabinet, and we lack fresh ingredients, otherwise I will definitely do better."

"You still have a woman to make breakfast for you?" The butcher heard Jenny's voice and exclaimed angrily: "Hell, I knew this before, and I won't be separated from you. The situation here is terrible! Dead, Dead people, dead people, dead people everywhere. "

"How bad is your situation?" Zhou Qingfeng was full of energy when he heard the voice of the butcher, only when the other party was joking.

The voice on the radio changed quickly, and a determined female voice intervened, saying, "Victor Hugo, where are you now? Now we need your help very much."

"Caterina?" Zhou Qingfeng froze and smiled. The fierce girl's temper has always been proud, allowing her to say that she can help, things are not ordinary.

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