Chapter 136 Chaos and Misery

NYPD Headquarters is a rather sprawling building, and there's more to it than just vehicles. Zhou Qingfeng sent a small number of people to guard the various entrances and exits of the police headquarters, and then began to sweep and collect supplies layer by layer.

Because not long after the catastrophe happened, there were more than a dozen groups of people rushing to rush into the police headquarters. As a result, under the violent conflict, no one came in, and the whole building was empty.

There are 20 to 30 functional departments in the police headquarters. Zhou Qingfeng first found a large amount of police equipment, pistols, rifles, shotguns, stun guns, digital walkie-talkies, handcuffs, and pepper spray from various armories and safe deposit boxes. Agents, night vision goggles, small drones and more. In addition, there are a large number of personal belongings of the police, including many good ones.

Among them are thousands of high-power digital walkie-talkies, which are more useful equipment than firearms for Zhou Qingfeng and others. The coverage of this walkie-talkie reaches the entire New York City area, and it is the only reliable and convenient communication tool after the mobile phone fails.

"Put all these things into the car." Zhou Qingfeng divided more than 50 search team members into groups, and the four leaders including him each brought a dozen people to clean up the floors in different areas. In the end, I found that there were too many and too many things, so I could only pick the most useful ones to take away.

"Ah..., look what I found!" Zhou Qingfeng found boxes of ammunition, and he had already selected an MRAP armored vehicle as his mount. The thick armor allowed him to ignore any obstacles. And he'd be firing from the turret with the M249, and now the crates and crates of .223 ammo gave him constant fire.

And just as the police headquarters was being raided, a large number of people once again gathered in the City Hall Square not far from the police headquarters. Yesterday's corpses had been cleaned up, but the blood on the ground was still shocking. Nieto stood in the crowd, terrified.

The scene of the forklift attack is still fresh in people's memory. There are very few people left who joined the Zetas gang with Nieto. Every time he thinks about it, he sighs that he is extremely lucky.

But if he is really lucky, Nieto will not panic. He should have escaped yesterday, but he was a step slower when he ran. As the leader of the gang, Guzman paralyzed him with a loud shout. The result was that he was still standing on City Hall Square the next day, preparing for the founding ceremony of the New York Republic.

"Damn the New York Republic, it's a joke. So many people have died and they still don't stop." Nieto looked outside the square, where there were a large number of people coming from Brooklyn. Unlike usual, the Zetas gang is very cautious about recruiting manpower this time, and their requirements for personnel are much higher.

According to physical fitness, appearance, and ability, the Zetas gang only recruited about 300 people this time. This was extremely frustrating for the tens of thousands of others who didn't get to join, and they started swarming like locusts across Manhattan.

Yes,

Another tens of thousands. Tens of thousands of people came yesterday, and tens of thousands more came here today. Nieto felt that the days to come would only become more and more difficult.

"Nieto." A shout came out.

Nieto trembled in fright, and when he turned around, he saw the bearded Guzman walking beside him, "Come here, from now on, you are the leader of the seventh team. These ten people are under your command. Take them to dinner, Arrange their lodging by the way. Remember, if anyone disobeys, shoot him dead."

Guzman slapped Nieto hard on the back, signaling that he remembered he still had a rifle and a pistol. And Nieto somehow became the leader of the squad. He actually couldn't shoot at all. He was a nineteen-year-old Mexican farmer.

But now...

Nieto straightened his chest, imitating Guzman's ferocious appearance, and strode up to ten of his subordinates, cursing first, then kicking and beating them. When someone finally couldn't help resisting, he turned the butt of his rifle and smashed the opponent to the ground.

Waiting for the whole team to become trembling, Nieto took them to collect food. But when passing by Guzman, the real ruthless man picked his teeth and sneered, "You're a fast learner, but you're not ruthless enough. If it were me, I'd just shoot and kill the guy who dared to resist."

In front of Guzman, Nieto didn't dare to look at the other's face. As soon as he closed his eyes these two days, it was the scene of himself and dozens of hundreds of people flying blood and blood on the battlefield. And in these dreams, without exception, there is Guzman holding a pistol and shooting them wantonly in the back.

The so-called receiving food is nothing more than distributing some biscuits and dry bread. There is no water, so they can only find their own way. But this treatment is already very enviable. Didn't the person who joined the Zetas gang get a full meal? It's good to have something to eat.

When receiving the food, Nieto secretly took out a few bullets from his pocket, and said to the person who distributed the food: "How about a bullet for a piece of bread?"

"Two 9mm pistol bullets, or a .223 rifle bullet for a piece of bread." The food was distributed by a fat man who was taken in by the Zetas gang because of his cooking skills.

"Yesterday, a pistol bullet was exchanged for a piece of bread." Nieto wanted to argue.

"You also know it was yesterday? You ate yesterday, so don't eat today?" The fat chef refused an inch, "Do you want to change it? If you don't change it, leave, the food will only become less and less."

Nieto had no choice but exchanged the bullets in his hand for two more pieces of bread. The ten subordinates behind him watched this scene silently, and secretly recorded the trading location and price of this food black market.

After receiving the food, Nieto took his men to a building near the city hall. After allocating the housing for his subordinates, he came to his room and knocked on the door, "Harry, Sophia, open the door, I'm the one who's back."

There was a sound of heavy objects being moved behind the door, and then a crack was opened. The woman inside held a pistol and looked out vigilantly, and opened the door after confirming that it was Nieto.

The two women were his rewards yesterday, and Halle was a young black girl in her teens. Sofia is a Mexican woman in her thirties.

"I brought you food, but no water." Nieto took out the bread he had exchanged for bullets.

In the Zetas gang, the women were not given food, and the men who adopted them were responsible for getting them food. This makes the situation of women extremely miserable.

Nieto is quite kind. Last night, he had a crazy night with these two women, because he liked the young and beautiful Halle more, so he naturally gave each other more food.

The elder Sophia saw this unfair distribution but didn't say much. Instead, she tore her share in half and handed it to Nieto, saying, "You should eat more. As for water, I also collected some, enough for us to drink for two days."

In just a few words, teenage Halle had already finished her share of bread, her eyes still on the one Sofia gave up. Nieto looked at it and said, "Then give it to Harley, I'm already full."

Harry almost rushed forward, snatched the bread from Sofia's hand, swallowed the food in three or five mouthfuls, and then began to wrap his arms around Nieto's neck in various coquettish and coquettish ways, pulling Nieto away in a few minutes. Enter the room and start having sex.

Listening to all kinds of strange noises in the room, Sophia silently finished her share of bread, and then sat silently in the living room of the room in a daze. (to be continued.):