Chapter 139: Square Killing

In order to prevent someone from making trouble again, Guzman, who is in charge of defense work, made perfect arrangements. He manned and even erected a fortified barricade throughout several blocks around City Hall. If Zhou Qingfeng came here again with a forklift, he would definitely be hit head-on.

But... this time it's not a forklift, but a MRAP heavy armored vehicle. This gadget is code-named 'Puma'. It was originally retired equipment from the U.S. military. It was a pity to throw it away and gave it to the New York police. But it was too thick, heavy and fuel-intensive. underground garage.

But now it comes in handy! A solid car body of more than ten tons collided at a speed of tens of kilometers, and any solid roadblock would be turned into slag. Even if an equally large and heavy container truck is blocked on the road, it will not help.

There were more than a dozen gun-wielding members of the Zetas gang at the back of the container truck, but when the armored vehicle led by Zhou Qingfeng appeared, these guys were immediately dumbfounded. They didn't expect that they wanted such a monster from the other party. The weapons in their hands couldn't penetrate the body of the car, and they couldn't even penetrate the bulletproof tires.

"Run!" Someone yelled, and a dozen people immediately dispersed.

The 'Puma' slammed into it quickly and fiercely, breaking the connecting shaft between the front and the body of the container truck on the spot. The container truck was broken into two pieces, and among a large number of broken parts, the huge "cougar" with the front of the car rushed out - the barricades arranged by Guzman had no effect at all.

In fact, when Zhou Qingfeng sounded the siren, Los Zetas and others on the city hall square had already heard it. The sudden appearance of the voice made them baffled, and it made the president who was taking office extremely angry.

"What's going on here? Who's driving the police car? I'm not done with my speech, and that bastard did it? I'm going to kill him!"

Compared to Los Zetas' anger, Guzman's face was even uglier. He immediately used the radio to inquire about the situation at the high security post, and the news he got was that a convoy rushed out from the police headquarters.

"Police headquarters? Isn't that place blocked by a dozen gangs of bastards? Has someone already entered?" Guzman also felt dizzy, but the news that came later made him realize that things were getting out of control, "There are three vehicles Armored vehicles coming toward us?"

The scene of the forklifts washing the city hall square was really impressive. Now that he heard an armored vehicle running over, Guzman's first reaction was to drag Los Zetas back to the city hall building to hide.

"Damn it, my inauguration ceremony!" Los Zetas was really going crazy, and he was so furious that he wanted to use a gun to fight the troublemakers. His dream, his career, and his face have been slapped several times.

But in fact, without waiting for Los Zetas to hide in the city hall building,

The armored vehicle driven by Zhou Qingfeng appeared. The sound of hitting the container truck was extremely loud, and the movement of the siren from far to near was even more noticeable. When three 'cougars' appeared, the audience shook.

After a few seconds of being stupid, everyone started to flee without thinking, screaming, crying, and all kinds of people screaming and fleeing desperately. People are constantly pushing, falling, trampling, completely losing their minds.

When Zhou Qingfeng loudly announced his arrival, the three machine guns on the armored vehicle simultaneously aimed at Los Zetas and others who were hiding in the city hall building. The target surrounded by a dozen guards was too conspicuous to be ignored.

Chu chu chu..., three people took aim, three machine guns fired at the same time, and three fire chains whipped at the same time, the fierce firepower immediately covered more than ten people in front of the city hall.

Guzman was the quickest to react. When he heard the crash of the vehicle, he immediately pulled Los Zetas to the ground, and then rolled quickly. And at the same time he was rolling, the rain of bullets knocked down more than a dozen guards to the ground.

The corpses fell down one after another, and blood flowed into pools. Guzman felt a pain in his thigh, screamed half aloud, and swallowed hard. He knew that he had been hit by a bullet, but he still lay on the ground, even pulling Los Zetas to prevent him from moving.

But Kolos Zetas yelled anxiously, "My child, my child."

"Don't shout, don't shout, Ross, your child is not dead, you shut up." Guzman just pretended that he was already a corpse, but didn't move. At most, he looked back for a while, and saw that the two children of Los Zetas ran faster and had already run into the city hall with their mother.

Guzman and Los Zetas were pretending to be dead, but the rest of the Zetas gang couldn't pretend to be dead, especially since the backbone of the Zetas gang was all around the high platform, the goal was too big. After the dozen or so people who tried to escape into the city hall were all down, Zhou Qingfeng immediately pointed his gun at them.

The firepower density of the three machine guns is far higher than that of ordinary rifles. Zhou Qingfeng has walked around the square several times, and spent four or five of the 200 rounds of ammunition bags. The M249 barrels are all red. , the entire square has completely turned into a place of death.

Guzman and Los Zetas witnessed this brutal scene with their own eyes. Their lives were like grass, bullets rained like sickles, and a dozen people fell to the ground when the chain of fire was pulled over. In the past, when they killed people, they would kill at most a dozen or so at a time. Maybe the method was more brutal, but the number was far less than that!

But now, in just one or two minutes, at least two or three hundred people were killed and injured in the square. There was nowhere to hide in the open space, and it was impossible to talk about counterattacks. They could only be beaten to death.

At a glance, the entire square was covered in blood, and the bodies that had been shot were piled up on top of each other, forming piles of corpses. The bloody smell made one's scalp numb, and one was terrified.

There are two ways to survive, one is to run away desperately, and the other is to play dead on the spot. Those who try to escape are often shot first by Zhou Qingfeng. If you have a good character, you may be able to escape, but if you have a bad character, you can only become a ghost behind the gun. Playing dead on the spot also requires technology, and poor technology is also a dead word.

Seeing the three armored vehicles cruising around, Guzman, who was pretending to be dead, quietly looked at his thigh, and realized that if he continued to bleed like this, he would definitely die. "Koval, Koval, think of a way, think of a way!"

At this time, Guzman can only ask his partner for help, hoping that Koval can do something? And Koval's steady voice came from the radio, and he said coldly: "I'm looking for opportunities, but the opponent's machine gunner is protected, and the shooting angle is very small."

The machine gun turret of the 'Puma Lion' is open and has no roof, but there are armor plates around it to protect the shooter. Zhou Qingfeng is shooting wildly behind the armor plate and bulletproof glass. His body is considered small, and his exposed body is naturally It's small. Minsk, the biggest, is the most dangerous, and it is him that Koval is targeting.

The distance of two to three hundred meters is close enough for a sniper. When the armored vehicle turned and slowed down, Koval pulled the trigger. The M40A5 sniper rifle recoiled lightly, and the 7.62mm caliber warhead flew out.

Minsk was also shooting wildly with an M249. He dug a tunnel in the subway for a whole week, and finally came out once. He also ran into the Death Squad of the Zetas gang. Now the enemy is like a dog. It is he who wants to retaliate moment.

And at this moment... a bullet hit him! (to be continued.):