Chapter 128: Forklift

Hearing that the Zetas gang actually set up a death squad charge, Zhou Qingfeng felt his scalp tingling.

David Lawrence described on the radio: "They started with only a few dozen people rushing out of the street, but soon there were hundreds of people, and hundreds of people filled the street. They rushed our barricades frantically under the pressure of the supervisory team , The several intersections we were stationed at failed to last for five minutes.

We can only retreat into the buildings on the street to stop them, but this has little effect. The death squads of the gangsters are completely crazy. They even got an excavator, welded steel plates and attacked us. This thing walks on caterpillars. The rifles in our hands can't do anything with it.

Now they have surrounded the entire Kinney block and started to demolish houses with excavators. The butcher and others were all trapped inside and fought very hard. By the way, in the face of the onslaught of such death squads, another escape occurred in our team, and at least two hundred people ran away. "

Hearing David Lawrence's warning call for help, Katerina wrapped herself in a towel and ran out of the bathroom in a hurry. But Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to watch her show off, so he left before leaving without saying a word, "I'll rush back to rescue first, and you lead the search team to follow."

"How can you rescue alone?" Katerina asked urgently, dripping wet.

"Time is urgent now, I will find a way." Zhou Qingfeng's voice has gone away. He left Katerina's house to check the time was three o'clock in the afternoon. If you want to contain the attack of the Zetas gang, you must drag the battle into the night, otherwise everyone will really be finished.

"I need a weapon, a weapon that can block the impact of hundreds or even thousands of people." Zhou Qingfeng's mind was spinning rapidly, he knew very well that David Lawrence's dozens of people could not resist Zhe The impact of the Tas gang, even twenty of his subordinates went to no avail, so he had to think of something else.

Walking through two streets with a cold face, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly saw a large construction forklift cleaning the road. Some abandoned vehicles were shoveled to the side of the road driven by their powerful horsepower, barely maintaining the smoothness of the road. It's easier than driving away abandoned vehicles one by one.

The forklift was driven by an old black man who seemed to be a member of a gang. Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward in a few steps and jumped to the side of the cab, pointing the machine gun in his hand at the black man and shouting, "Drive to Manhattan."

"What?" Lao Hei was shocked when he saw that there was someone beside him unexpectedly!

"I said drive to Manhattan." Zhou Qingfeng pressed his hand hard, and the muzzle of the gun pressed against Lao Hei's waist.

Now that Old Hei understood, he quickly turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards Manhattan. As soon as the forklift ran away, several loud men chased after it. Zhou Qingfeng hung one hand beside the driver's cab, and held the M249 flat with the other. A short burst of fire scared the group back.

The wheels of this large forklift are as tall as a person. The vehicle weighs more than ten tons and is very powerful. It runs at a speed of tens of kilometers on the road and rumbles, especially the large shovel at the front is a sharp tool for flat pushing.

Hanging outside the cab, Zhou Qingfeng stared at how Lao Hei was driving. After guessing that he could also drive, he simply pulled Lao He out of the cab and threw him out, and entered the cab by himself to start operating.

"Victor, where did you die?" The butcher's grumpy voice came over the radio, mixed with chaotic shouts and gunshots, "These gangster death squads are absolutely desperate to attack, if you don't return within ten minutes Come, you can only collect the corpses of Minsk and me."

"Shut up, I'm on my way here. You'd better last ten minutes, because I'm too lazy to collect the scoundrel's body for you." Zhou Qingfeng directly increased the accelerator to the maximum, and the whole large forklift was bouncing around. Jump, like a crazy rhinoceros, smashed all kinds of vehicles with a huge shovel head, and drove on the Brooklyn Bridge with a ping-pong.

"You'd better think of a way for me, otherwise you will die if you come here!" The butcher reminded.

Zhou Qingfeng cursed viciously: "Just wait and see, I will crush all those bastards to death."

At this critical juncture, Nieto calmly leaned against a corner and smoked marijuana silently. He shivered as he smoked, feeling that even the marijuana wasn't going to heal the scar he'd just suffered.

Guzman's Fifty Death Squad was the first to attack David Lawrence's barricades. As a result, less than ten of the fifty survived. Only a small part of the people who were killed were shot by people behind the barricades, and most of them ran around like headless chickens under the rain of bullets, and were finally killed by the supervisory team behind them.

Nieto survived by chance among the piles of corpses, but when he got up, he found that the street they had just attacked was filled with hundreds of corpses within a few minutes, and the ground was slippery and greasy, full of blood.

However, the death shock didn't end there, and follow-up battle groups rushed to the battlefield under the pressure of the supervising team. A combat team mutinied on the spot and wanted to escape after seeing the corpses all over the street, but was shot by the supervising team, killing and injuring most of them.

After that, the members of the supervisory team felt that the anesthetic effect of marijuana was not enough, so they took out cocaine, which is more exciting, and forced the members of the combat team to take it. These cocaine users can become so impulsive and excited that they can even ignore death.

As Peña Nieto completed a death rush, he was allowed to leave the field and serve as a morale booster by example. He was given two women, and plenty of food and spirits, and he stood up and addressed the others who were about to be forced to die, saying that the fight was easy and not at all scary.

But in fact Nieto felt sick and uncomfortable. He just wanted to squat in the corner and smoke a marijuana cigarette, and he didn't think about anything else. And not far from him, José, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Propaganda of the Republic of New York, was standing on a high platform, mobilizing a large group of Mexicans with a loudspeaker.

"More than a hundred years ago, the United States seized the territory of Mexico. This is a shame for every Mexican."

"After more than a hundred years of forbearance, today we finally have the opportunity for revenge. You will respond to the call of Mr. Los Zetas and join the war against the Americans."

"The motherland is watching you. You must be brave, tenacious, and have the courage to sacrifice, and use your life to defend the new New York Republic. This will be your glory!"

"Any act of defection will not be tolerated. If anyone dares to refuse to join this great war, then he is the enemy of all Mexicans and will be punished!"

The sound of the loudspeaker kept echoing in the square of the city hall, and Mr. Joss worked extremely hard on the speech.

In the square, however, there was a crowd of black heads, and the Mexicans who hadn't taken cocaine were either confused about the situation or showed fear on their faces. The Mexicans who smoked cocaine were stimulated by the drug and lost their minds, and were easily provoked by the words of the loudspeaker to be extremely impulsive.

Watching teams of poor Mexicans go to the battlefield after being encouraged by him, the obscene-looking Joss felt a sense of accomplishment. Holding a revolver in his hand, he kept shooting into the sky, and at the same time he was thinking: This is what the political commissars of the Soviet Union did during World War II decades ago. This exciting feeling is really cool!

And in the chaotic square, the ground suddenly jumped slightly, and there was a rumbling sound approaching quickly! Soon, Mr. Joss, who was mobilizing from a high place, saw a large forklift rushing into the City Hall Square in an extremely wild manner.

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