Chapter 132 Last Wish

Uncle Zheng and Marco left. The uncle is a good old man, he sighed repeatedly when he left, while Marco glanced at Zhou Qingfeng full of resentment, as if to say, 'I'm waiting for you to come and beg to come to my door'. But Zhou Qingfeng sneered at this kind of bitch who didn't even dare to look at him.

The girl is gone, but the dilemma is still in front of Zhou Qingfeng and others.

Although knowing that the Jetas gang is also a piece of shit, but there are less than two hundred people left in the Kenney block, so it is difficult to do anything.

Katerina went to investigate once before nightfall, and now reports: "Those gangsters are quiet, but they have re-arranged barricades and have a large number of guard posts. It is impossible to pass through Roosevelt Avenue, and the roads are under surveillance. It feels like the gangsters suddenly wiser."

"The gangsters have set up barricades?" David Lawrence asked strangely, "Does that mean the other party has no plans to attack on a large scale for the time being?"

The butcher laughed and said, "If it were us, people would drive a forklift to mess up the situation under our control during the day, and we would think about how to stabilize it first at night. I guess it would take at least a day for the Zetas gangsters to complete the process." Fix."

"Then we can't make it easy for them. I'll take a team to take a look at it tonight." David Lawrence said proactively. The great hero still did not forget his 'beheading' tactic.

Zhou Qingfeng had no objection to this. He originally wanted to go with him, but was rejected by David Lawrence, "Victor, you should take good care of your injuries."

Hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng touched his face subconsciously. A piece of his face was taken away by a sniper's bullet two days ago, but today he drove a forklift into an excavator and scratched his entire face. Now he looks really hideous and terrifying.

"Okay, so what can I do?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

Minsk sat in the back, reached out and patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, and said in a deep voice, "Go and have a good sleep, you've done enough today."

Listening to Minsk's words, Zhou Qingfeng grinned, but asked again: "How is the tunnel digging?"

"It will take another two days."

"Two days, the Zetas gang will probably not launch an attack tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow we will be able to enter the underground air-raid shelter of the police headquarters. Maybe we can evacuate some people in advance and evacuate them to Lena Fox."

Everyone has no objection to this, and now there are a lot of various materials in the Kinney Block, and there are hundreds of various trucks alone. Most of these vehicles pull various necessities of life. I used to worry about consumption when there were many people, but now I have to worry about how to transport them away.

Regarding this matter, Katerina took the initiative, "The roads to midtown Manhattan are blocked. It will take a lot of time to unblock them. Victor, give me your big forklift, I need it Come and push aside all kinds of obstacles along the way."

"No problem." Zhou Qingfeng nodded.

Time is running out, and action begins now. Minsk continued to dig the tunnel, and David Lawrence took a few people to make trouble. Katerina led the team to pack up and prepare to retreat. Family members like Angie and Jenny will be evacuated immediately.

Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher were free. After they went around the guard post, they suddenly heard someone playing melodious violin music in the messy neighborhood.

"Old man, you're not dead yet? Didn't I tell you to leave Manhattan?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at a man in a uniform on the side of the road in surprise. The violinist was some violin master I met at the subway entrance a few days ago. He is now very old, and his clothes are even more worn and dirty, but his manners are impeccable, and he is even in a good state of mind.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng, the old man nodded in a very decent way, and said with a slightly hoarse smile, "Yes, many people have died, but I haven't died yet. I'm glad you still care about me, an old man." .

But I'm not leaving Manhattan, this is where my dreams are,

I want my whole life to be associated with Broadway. I don't think you mind if I play the violin here, you see, everyone loves to listen. I'm glad that people still want to listen to me play. "

On the open streets, people in the neighborhood are busy retreating. Almost everyone except the sentry was paying attention to the old man playing the violin. When everyone walked past the old man, their footsteps would slow down, they would be very focused, and they would listen quietly for a while.

In this chaotic world, listening to music is a luxury. Especially the one in front of him is a world-renowned violin master. Although Zhou Qingfeng had already forgotten his name.

"Okay, old man, you can stay and go to midtown Manhattan with us later. I think we are extremely rich in food now, so it's no problem to support you." Zhou Qingfeng said and left.

Soon, the brisk and lively tune sounded again. Listening to this song, everyone smiled a little more on their faces, their pace was also accelerating, and their work efficiency was improving. Zhou Qingfeng asked the butcher strangely: "How did the old man survive the past few days? No one rescued him, he must have died long ago."

"It was Minsk who sent him some food," said the butcher.

Zhou Qingfeng was even more surprised, "Does Minsk like listening to the violin?"

"No, Minsk doesn't have a special feeling for music. But Katerina likes the violin, so he likes it too." The butcher shrugged slightly, indicating that the matter was as simple as that.

It's a sad story, and Minsk is too poor.

Zhou Qingfeng looked back at Zhenghuan's violinist who was staring at him, and thought: It might be a good thing to keep this old man. He patted the butcher on the shoulder and said, "Okay, you keep watch tonight, I'm going to sleep."

But as soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, a bullet came from a distance with a whoosh, and a guard in charge of guarding his body fell back from the top of the five or six-story building.

"Enemy attack, cover, there are snipers!" Seeing the scene, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher shouted at the same time. The people in the whole block immediately panicked, and everyone looked for concealment.

But in the dark night, bullets were fired incessantly, and the guards on the roof were killed one after another. This should be a sniper rifle equipped with a silencer. Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated the direction, and shouted to the butcher: "The sniper is upstairs directly opposite us."

The butcher didn't dare to look up at the moment, so he could only hide at a street corner and take a sneak peek at the direction of the bullet, and then cursed: "We have at least five or six guards in that direction, and I'm afraid they are all dead now."

fuck *his* mother*!

Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to change direction and find a way to go around from the flank. He had a feeling that the current sniper should be the guy who almost killed him two days ago.

But as soon as he turned around, Zhou Qingfeng saw the old man standing on the side of the street playing the violin. He was at a loss as to what to do. He looked around but didn't know where to hide?

"Old man, come over to me." Zhou Qingfeng shouted and waved. Hearing his shout, the old man ran over slowly with his violin.

"Hurry up, hurry up!" Zhou Qingfeng only felt that time had become too slow, and the old man's running speed was not as fast as normal people's walking. He even wanted to reach out and grab him.

But when the old man was approaching, Zhou Qingfeng really stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, but a bullet pierced the old man's chest, causing him to fall to the ground with a plop.

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to pull the old man to his side with all his strength, the old man was still holding his violin tightly, and asked with blood spitting out, "Sir, please tell me, am I going to die?"

The old man's chest was covered in blood, and he was absolutely hopeless.

Zhou Qingfeng felt sad, and said in a deep voice, "Yes, sir, you are going to die."

"Dead in Manhattan?"

"Yes, in Manhattan."

On the contrary, the dying old man looked relieved. He raised his violin and said with relief: "Sir, I have to leave. This world is not suitable for an old man like me. But please bury me and the violin." Together, it would be nice if they could be buried in front of some Broadway theater."

Zhou Qingfeng burst into tears suddenly.

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