Chapter 120: Sweeping the Floors
The next day, Zhou Qingfeng got up with a heavy heart. Because there is no toilet paper, not only the problem of going to the toilet is serious, but even sex is inconvenient, and some sticky liquid can only be rubbed on the clothes, which is a bit too...!
"Okay, I will find a way to solve this problem." Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the mobile command vehicle with his lover's earnest entrustment. Outside the car, David Lawrence, who had only rested for a few hours, was already getting ready to go.
"Let's go now. Find trouble with those gangsters, kill their leaders, control the entire Manhattan, and restore order here." David Lawrence's condition is much better. His morale is high, with a majestic and vigorous courage, he is going to flatten all the enemies who stand in his way.
Not to mention, the previous David Lawrence really did this. In the perfect ending, New York was restored to calm in his hands. And how it ends now, only God knows!
This time the butcher took care of the house, and Zhou Qingfeng and others led the team out. Katerina took the initiative to be the vanguard, David Lawrence covered, Zhou Qingfeng, he was in charge of taking care of the 50-member search team as a nanny. To put it bluntly, David Lawrence still doesn't trust Zhou Qingfeng's fighting ability.
This seemingly caring approach made Zhou Qingfeng very unconvinced, but he still had to admit that his Ye Luzi's three-axe skill was far from that of the professionally trained David Lawrence.
"Let's go." Zhou Qingfeng said to the members of the search team with a straight face, and the group began to leave the Kinney block. The arrival of David Lawrence put an inexplicable pressure on his heart. He had to admit the gap between himself and the opponent, but he didn't want to bow down because he knew—David Lawrence failed in the end.
I have to be stronger than him to survive - this is Zhou Qingfeng's current mentality.
Leaving the Kenny block to the west is the territory of the Zetas gang. Those thugs oppressively blocked the people at Zhou Qingfeng's door, but last night those guys had a bad luck and were killed by David Lawrence, who showed his might.
The corpses on the ground hadn't been removed yet, so Zhou Qingfeng paid special attention to where the corpses were shot - the marksmanship was very accurate, and all of them were shot dead at vital positions. Considering that David Lawrence did this while riding a motorcycle last night, this kind of marksmanship is called a miracle.
"Let the block send someone to remove the corpse and bury it." Zhou Qingfeng ordered the correspondent beside him. With the advent of the end of the world, many problems have become extremely difficult, and burying corpses has become a big trouble. Many parks in Manhattan have become burial grounds.
The communicator used the individual radio to call to the rear, while Zhou Qingfeng turned his attention to David Lawrence in the front. In fact, he subconsciously imitated the opponent's every move. The ability of 'extraordinary talent' gave him a strong learning ability, and David Lawrence, who entered the fighting state, was undoubtedly a very good learning object.
David Lawrence didn't carry any advanced weapons, he only had a MK23 pistol, an M16A2 rifle with a white light sight, and a lot of ammunition. The M16A2 is a very old rifle, too long for urban combat, but it shoots well.
Zhou Qingfeng led the team along the street corner, keeping a distance of more than ten meters from David Lawrence. He paid attention to the sign language communication between the other party and Katerina, who was in charge of the investigation at the front. Both sides were silent, but the progress was rapid.
"Victor, Katerina says there are snipers at the courthouse on Buster Street ahead," David Lawrence said on the radio.
"Understood, I'll go around from the left." Zhou Qingfeng clenched his fists and signaled the search team to stop. The court building on Buster Street is less than 100 meters away from the Kinney Block. This place should be considered the territory of Zhou Qingfeng and others. Don't think too much about it now, the Zetas gang has clearly taken over the building.
David Lawrence originally wanted Zhou Qingfeng to stay, so he went around from the left,
Looking for a suitable spot to kill the target, he never expected Zhou Qingfeng to go with him. "Victor, can you do it?"
"I think I can." Zhou Qingfeng crossed all kinds of fragmentary obstacles overturned on the road, and approached a building opposite the court building with short and quick runs.
"Victor, don't be too willful. I've known you for two years. No one can change from an ordinary boy next door to a well-trained fighter in just ten days." David Lawrence also followed from behind. Coming up, he supported an overturned car with one hand, ran across the street in a few steps, and quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng, "I think you still need to learn a lot."
"You're right, I do need to learn, but I learn quickly." Zhou Qingfeng said with a cold face, leaning his back against a wall, behind which he entered the stairs of the building. On the other side of him, David Lawrence also posted up, deliberately provocatively said: "Follow me, rookie. Let Uncle Lawrence teach you how to clean a building that may hide enemies."
"The one who talked to me like that before was beaten up by me." Zhou Qingfeng pointed his gun at the top of the stairs first, and then stepped up briskly. David Lawrence rolled his eyes, and could only follow behind with his gun, taking cover.
On the court building opposite Zhou Qingfeng, there was a sniper team deployed overnight. This is to show strength to Zhou Qingfeng and others according to the order of Los Zetas. To put it bluntly, Zhou Qingfeng's door was blocked, and anyone who came out would be shot mercilessly, forcing Zhou Qingfeng to surrender.
In the building where Zhou Qingfeng was, more than a dozen ordinary Zetas gangsters were guarding. Their task was to guard the back of the two-man sniper team and avoid being attacked from behind.
Zhou Qingfeng had just reached the third floor from the stairs when he heard someone talking. The thugs were extremely impatient with this boring squatting, and they were making all kinds of complaints. He raised his fist to signal stop, then silently installed a silencer on his SCAR rifle, and then clenched the small grip on the gun, ready to charge.
David Lawrence had already carried his M16A2 on his back, and held the MK23 with the silencer installed in both hands. He first used a small lens to stick out of the corner to see what was behind the corner, and then mouthed something to Zhou Qingfeng?
Shooting competition - Zhou Qingfeng could feel what David Lawrence was trying to express. Is this trying to teach him how to work?
David Lawrence stretched out three fingers, silently counting, one, two, three!
When the last finger was bent, both Zhou Qingfeng and David Lawrence rushed out from behind the corner of the third floor. The third floor of the building has been evacuated, leaving only a large open space.
Five or six thugs were sitting on a dilapidated sofa and chatting. Four thugs sitting next to them bowed their heads and played cards. Two other thugs stood by the window wall and watched outside. But Zhou Qingfeng raised his gun and aimed at a thug holding a water glass at the opposite corner of the floor, about forty meters away.
The thug drinking water saw the two strangers appearing suddenly at a glance, and he was about to open his mouth to shout. And this distance was too far for David Lawrence, who was holding a pistol. He didn't see this guy at all with a small mirror just now, and now he could barely aim and shoot at him.
Zhou Qingfeng, who was holding a SCAR, was different. The assault rifle in his hand had good accuracy at this distance. He clearly saw the surprised face and wide open mouth of the water-drinking thug, and immediately pulled the trigger on him, and a bullet was fired with a 'flutter'.
David Lawrence was still aiming. The aiming baseline of the pistol was too short, and he seemed powerless against long-distance targets. Just when he wanted to challenge his marksmanship, he saw a cloud of blood burst from the back of the head of the target he was going to shoot, and there were no bullet holes in his front face—obviously, the bullet shot from the opponent's open mouth went in.
Hit very accurately!
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