Six Hundred and Sixtieth Eight Chapters Fly to Chicago

When Zhou Qingfeng walked out of O'Hare International Airport, he wondered if he had gone to the wrong place. Is this dilapidated and shabby airport really the fourth largest international airport in the United States? It felt like being in some backward third world country.

When Zhou Qingfeng came to the wasteland of New York, he played hide-and-seek with the gangsters and the police for three days in the bustling metropolis, and then encountered a catastrophe, and the end of the world got worse and worse. He did not observe American cities much.

And when Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Chicago, the third largest city in the United States in the real world, he felt that everything in front of him was too subversive—didn’t he say that capitalism in the United States was prosperous? Is it really a world famous financial center?

The roads are cracked, the buildings are dilapidated, and the urban area is still pitifully small. The drafts that fill the streets can blow people into the sky, but the sky looks blue and the air is good. But the public transportation in the city is basically paralyzed, no matter where you go, you have to have a car.

Zhou Qingfeng took a long time to fly to Los Angeles, USA, and then flew from Los Angeles to Chicago, because his target Helena was working as an FBI agent in this city. As soon as he got off the plane, he saw a newspaper with a headline on the front page, "Ninety-two people died in homicides in this city last month, making it the bloodiest month."

It feels... not so good!

After arriving in Chicago, Zhou Qingfeng didn't know where to find Helena Kelvin. The information Lena gave him only showed that Helena was working in Chicago during this period. For this reason, he also called up various information about Chicago during this period from the Legion's "Volcano" supercomputing database as a reference.

But it's useful... It's impossible to just arrest a policeman or FBI agent and ask where to find Helena Kelvin, right?

Zhou Qingfeng took a taxi from the airport into the city, and ended up standing downstairs in the Sears Tower in the center of Chicago like an idiot, looking at the Americans coming and going on the street, wanting to cry out.

Aren't American women in TV movies pretty and sexy? Because the women here are old and ugly, with large pores and various spots on the skin, giving people a strange feeling of watching horror movies at a young age.

There are a lot of western women around Zhou Qingfeng, and they have ridden beautiful ocean horses countless times. Only now did he realize that what he encountered were all rare and high-quality goods, and the ordinary goods in real life really couldn't be seen.

The city center is bustling with people, so Zhou Qingfeng walked into a McDonald's on the side of the road, ordered a hamburger and Coke and sat down to eat slowly. The only clue he had to find Helena was a strip club called the Happy Monkey.

Helena's current task should be to work as a stripper in "Happy Monkey", secretly responsible for investigating the underground drug trade in Chicago. She was surrounded by some vicious gangsters.

But the problem is that Zhou Qingfeng searched on the electronic map for a long time but couldn't find this bar.

This might be another underground dark bar, just like the Cat's Claw bar that Zhou Qingfeng found when he arrived in the wasteland of New York.

Zhou Qingfeng arrived in Chicago relatively late, sat in McDonald's for an hour, and it was dark. The originally bustling city center turned deserted like a ghost in an instant, the cold wind blowing on the streets chilled people all over their bodies, and they were all alone under the street lamps, so lonely.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't have a visa, so he had to use his 'superior dexterity' to break through the customs. So he can't stay in a hotel, so he can only stand on the street and try to hail two taxis, and ask the driver where he can stay. Perhaps a motel in the suburbs should not require a passport.

Just standing on the street for two minutes, an old 'Dodge' drove over. The driver in the car looked at Zhou Qingfeng under the street lights, and immediately stopped the car.

"Hey, are you Chinese? I heard that you all like to carry cash with you. I believe you don't mind letting me search for it." A big black man in a leather jacket got out of the car and pulled out a pistol from his waist , looking extremely excited.

robbery?

"That's right, I'm Chinese." The scene in front of him reminded Zhou Qingfeng of the first time he met a black robber, and that was also the first time he killed someone. But now he calmly looked at the nigger striding towards him, and said with a smile: "I do have a lot of cash on me."

"Hahaha..., I knew it. Oh...!" The nigger grinned loudly, showing a mouthful of white teeth, and then received a hard blow on the nose. With a crisp sound, the bridge of his nose shattered, "Bastard, I'm going to kill you."

The huge pain in the nose made the nigger bend over and bow his head. When he reached out and touched his palm, his palm was covered with blood, and the hand holding the gun immediately pulled the trigger towards Zhou Qingfeng. But as soon as his hand was empty, he looked up and saw that his gun had fallen into the opponent's hand. He immediately realized that something was wrong, and turned around to run away.

Zhou Qingfeng casually stretched out his foot and hooked it, causing the black ghost who was about to escape to fall to the ground. He also played with the pistol he had stolen by the light of the street lamp, and said lightly: "M1911A1, the classic is that it will last forever. And your car is also good, I like it very much."

The felled nigger got up and watched Zhou Qingfeng skillfully manipulate the pistol, and immediately raised his hands and shouted: "No problem, the gun and the car are yours, please don't kill me."

The nigger didn't have a holster, and neither did Zhou Qingfeng. He could only put the gun on his waist and asked, "Do you know a bar called 'Happy Monkey'?"

"I don't know." The nigger shook his head.

"Then what use are you to me?" Zhou Qingfeng asked with a questioning face, reaching out to touch the gun.

The nigger nodded immediately, "Wait..., I know, I know. 'Happy Monkey' is in Lumboldt in the West End, and it's the territory of 'Grey Tooth' Chris."

"Great, I am in need of a guide, I think you should be suitable." Zhou Qingfeng tilted his head towards the 'Dodge' car, signaling the other party to get in the car as the driver, and he sat in the back seat.

This is really unlucky, it's just a robbery, and I met a evil star.

Through the rearview mirror, the bloody black ghost looked at Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "Sir, 'Happy Monkey' does not accept Asians, and the security guards there are not easy to communicate with. If you want to have fun, I will I can introduce you to other places."

Zhou Qingfeng did not wear a hat or sunglasses after arriving in the United States. First, he was not popular in Asia in the United States, but in the eyes of foreigners, all Asians look the same. He also stared at the rearview mirror and said with a sneer, "I'm not a good communicator, or I was robbed by you just now."

The black ghost was stunned for a few seconds, and finally drove Zhou Qingfeng honestly from the city center to the West Side of Chicago, which is a black community. Most of the black communities in all countries in the world are a mess, and the corruption of law and order in Chicago also has a large contribution from black people.

The 'Dodge' ended up parked in front of a three-story building in the Lumberd neighborhood, and there was a long line in front of the house, all young men and women waiting to go into the bar and have a good time. And on the bright neon signboard at the door, there is a monkey jumping around.

"That's it, sir. Can you give me back the car? I'd be inconvenient without it. I have a wife and kids and I need to feed them. For God's sake, please." The nigger now looks a bit pitiful, not as vicious as before.

But Zhou Qingfeng was indifferent. He looked in the direction of the bar for a few times, then stretched out his hand and squeezed the nigger's neck and said, "You don't need a car anymore, what you need is to reincarnate. Remember, it's better not to be in the next life." Be black."

With a snap, the nigger's neck snapped. (To be continued.)