Chapter 1551 Don't Give Me an Award?

Zhou Qingfeng gave up his life for righteousness, and was still thinking about his artistic achievements at the last moment. How can this touching scene not make people cry?

Whether it was the audience on or off the stage in the hall, or watching the live broadcast through various media, they were extremely puzzled by Zhou Qingfeng's move, but were deeply shocked. A person who wants to present an award at the end of his life...how ridiculous!

Regarding Zhou Qingfeng's request, the leader of the mujahideen was stunned for a while. He looked back to the side of the stage, and saw the 'Poisonous Spider' indifferently grabbing a Palme d'Or made of diamonds and gold and inlaid with a crystal base from behind.

The 'Poisonous Spider' shook the Palme d'Or trophy in its hand, opened its mouth at Zhou Qingfeng with a sneer, and mouthed silently—don't even think about it!

Regardless of the special significance of this Palme d'Or, no matter why the 'Prince' prevented Lin Sen from receiving this award, no matter why Lin Sen still missed this award when he was about to die, in short, 'Poisonous Spider' will not take this award The seat is for Zhou Qingfeng.

I will not give it to death!

Zhou Qingfeng's expression immediately became cold, and the anger in his heart kept rising. He lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes slightly, took a deep breath, and seemed helpless. The jihadist leader in front of him laughed loudly, showing his yellow teeth, and said cheerfully, "Idiot, kneel down, your time of death has come."

Zhou Qingfeng said softly with his head down.

"What?" The leader of the jihadists said he didn't hear clearly, he pressed Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder with one hand and pressed him down, and the dagger in the other hand couldn't wait to cut off this priceless head. The 'poisonous spider' behind was also urging: "Kill him, stop talking nonsense."

"I said..., ****!" Zhou Qingfeng raised his head this time, his eyes were angrily opened, his eyes were red, and his momentum suddenly rose wildly. The veins on his neck were bulging, and his whole body seemed to have grown in size, and a beast breath was about to come out.

Be mad!

Although the voice of the word *** was low, Zhou Qingfeng's next movements were extremely explosive. He snatched the jihadist leader's dagger with his hands, and cut off his opponent's neck with a wave of his arm. The thin flesh could not stop the blade from advancing, and even the cervical spine was cut open.

Hurry up... just one quick one.

Unmoving like a mountain, moving like thunder.

People were still worried that Zhou Qingfeng would die at the hands of terrorists, but in the blink of an eye, the prey turned into a demon. When the blood of the jihadist leader soared, everyone who saw it felt a tight heart...  

Once he made a move, Zhou Qingfeng immediately turned into lightning. He waved his hand and cut the neck of one person, and turned around to avoid the muzzles of the two guns against his back. The first two jihadists never expected that someone could be so bold as to be able to fight back at gunpoint.

Turning around, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the muzzle of a gun and pressed it down, while kicking another jihadist in the crotch. After becoming berserk, his strength increased sharply, and he kicked his hips to shatter, crack, and explode a person's pelvis.

The viscera in the abdominal cavity of the kicked jihadist was messed up, and he flew upside down five or six meters, losing his breath on the spot.

This moment was only half a second, and the jihadist who was held down on the gun felt a blur in front of his eyes, and subconsciously pulled the trigger. There was a burst of gunfire, and the burst of bullets flew three times, but this was the last he could do. He felt a sharp pain in his finger when the trigger was pulled. The rifle had been taken away.

"Get down!" Zhou Qingfeng yelled after Zhou Qingfeng snatched the gun.

What he snatched was a FAL assault rifle, and with the gun in his hand, he quickly set the speed switch to the single shot position.

Time to stop...!

Zhou Qingfeng in the berserk state has ten times the combat power, eyesight, agility, and speed have all been improved. 'Agility' is even more of a cheating ability, allowing him to burst out with the strongest combat power in a very short time. He first aimed at the 'poisonous spider' standing on the side of the stage.

If you don't kill this woman, you won't understand your hatred!

But…….

Fuck, this woman flashed the moment Zhou Qingfeng made a move. Half a second, she flashed in just half a second. Is this woman a goblin?

Unable to fight the 'Poisonous Spider', Zhou Qingfeng could only quickly turn around and aim at the jihadists standing on both sides of the hall and controlling the audience. These hooded guys are still in a state of stupidity, not responding at all.

There was a bang, followed by another shot. Zhou Qingfeng didn't use a revolver, and the aim was not focused. He aimed and fired at most two shots in one second. But when three seconds passed, the jihadists standing on both sides of the hall monitoring the hostages were still killed six people.

All targets were shot in the chest, blood spattered, and killed with one blow!

Zhou Qingfeng found about fifteen jihadists. Two people have been killed on the stage, one person has been disarmed, and six people have been killed off the stage, so the remaining six people are scattered behind the hostages on the stage and in the audience.

The time stop ends and time runs again.

Zhou Qingfeng's previous yelling started to take effect, and everyone on the stage who heard the yelling got down on the ground. In fact, everyone's legs have been weak for a long time, and they can't wait to get into the soil when they hear the gunshots.

The jihadists controlling the hostages on the stage had a little time to react. When they saw all the hostages in front of them lying down, their guns were about to open fire. Someone aimed at the hostages on the ground, and someone aimed at Zhou Qingfeng.

There were also two jihadists on the seats below the stage, and they also quickly raised their weapons, intending to kill them. And just as they started, two shadows rushed in from outside the hall. One is Catalina and the other is 'Dog Meat'.

Zhou Qingfeng in a berserk state only needs the jihadists on the opponent's platform. He stares blood-red eyes, and moves quickly under his feet. The speed is so fast that people's eyes can't keep up.

With a perfectly functioning brain, keen eyes and extremely coordinated hands and feet, Zhou Qingfeng determined in an instant what he was going to do in the next two or three seconds.

Quick, quick, quick, turn to the side of the stage, close the distance, and cut in front of the enemy.

Zhou Qingfeng's hands and feet were moving, and he pulled out a phantom, moving his body right under the enemy's rapidly swinging gun. In this case, the weakness of the jihadists' lack of training was magnified. Those who aimed at Zhou Qingfeng could not keep up with his speed, and those who aimed at the hostages were killed in advance.

In just two or three seconds, gunshots rang out like popping beans. There is no long gunfire in the movie, only the race between life and death.

Zhou Qingfeng and the jihadists got closer, which made it impossible for some jihadists to shoot at him, and they would only hit their own people. And he can rely on fast movement in exchange for the time and opportunity to shoot.

In the burst of fire, there will be one simple and dull single shot in response. For every single shot, one of the jihadists on the opposite side must fall. From near to far, from strong to weak, from life to death, the number of enemies is rapidly decreasing.

It's just that compared with flying bullets, no matter how fast a person moves, there is a limit. But the bullet chased Zhou Qingfeng, and Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to fall to the ground to avoid it.

There were the last two jihadists on the stage, and their guns were aimed at Zhou Qingfeng. And Zhou Qingfeng's FAL was switched to the continuous firing position, and the bullets of the chug chug flew out all at once this time.

Continuous fire, the muzzle beating violently. Zhou Qingfeng used his maddened brute force to control the muzzle of the gun, and a swarm of bullets smashed the last two jihadists into a sieve.

Plop, plop..., the last two jihadists fell dead, and the audience was silent, not even a whimper of panic. Everyone held their breath, holding their heads in their hands and desperately trying to get into the ground, as if otherwise they would usher in the last moment of their lives.

The entire duel process took less than five seconds, but the whole world saw this heart-stopping scene. Grabbing the knife, cutting the throat, snatching the gun, and shooting furiously, the life-and-death contest in the hail of bullets grabbed everyone's hearts, and at the moment when everyone was still shocked, the victory or defeat was decided.

With one breath still held in his chest and unable to exhale, an unbelievable fact lay before his eyes.

That man killed all the jihadists.

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