Six Hundred and Sixtieth IX The Head of the Bar

"It feels like American society has been torn apart." Zhou Qingfeng murmured to himself as he looked at the photos in his hand.

After killing the black ghost, Zhou Qingfeng threw his body on the side of the road, and then searched for the 'Dodge' sports car. This is a typical high horsepower muscle car, older style, but very well maintained. The car has been modified. Judging from the various bits and pieces, the owner should be rich, not a sloppy nigger.

Damn it, the car was stolen.

From the glove box in the car, I found several family photos of the real owner, luxurious houses, picturesque gardens, modern schools, libraries, and shopping centers. These photos are very different from the West Side of Chicago where Zhou Qingfeng lives now.

What's on the West Side? Dilapidated streets, ruined buildings, outdated public facilities, and hordes of black ghosts. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the 'Happy Monkey' bar across the street through the car window, and said puzzledly: "I really don't understand, why is that girl Helena here?"

The "Aurora Legion" has collected as much information as possible before the cataclysm, but there is no way to have detailed information on an ordinary female FBI agent more than ten years ago. It was a great fortune to find out that Helena was staying in Chicago, otherwise Zhou Qingfeng would be even more blind.

Get out of the car, put on the hood of the jumper, lowered his head and detoured towards the back door of the 'Happy Monkey'. But it was clear that someone was guarding the alley at the back door.

"Hey, stop! Who are you?" The back door of a bar is often a natural place for backdoor dealings, and this place is definitely exclusive. The guard held a shotgun in his hand, and after seeing the Asian face under Zhou Qingfeng's hat, he sneered and said, "Yellow monkey, get out of here, or I'll let you eat bullets right away."

There are two guards, one holding a gun and the other laughing, neither of them has a good attitude. Zhou Qingfeng didn't leave, instead he took out five 'Franklin' cards from his pocket and said, "I just want to ask a few questions."

Five hundred dollars is already a huge sum of money for many low-level citizens in the United States. The guard with the gun didn't move his hands, but just looked at his companion. The other guard took a few steps forward with a sullen face, took the dollar away with a swish, but pushed Zhou Qingfeng back.

"Get out, disappear immediately, we don't welcome Asians here. There is no one here who can answer your questions." The two guards obviously didn't intend to communicate with Zhou Qingfeng properly.

"Actually, I didn't intend to pay." Seeing the other party take the money away, Zhou Qingfeng immediately made a move like lightning, and drew the money back. The guard who stepped forward pushed him, but he didn't move at all. Instead, he pushed him towards the guard with the gun.

"Damn it, kid, you're looking for death." The gun was blocked by his companion, and the guard with the gun burst into shouts immediately, and he followed suit. But across a person, Zhou Qingfeng stretched out a hand like a ghost, grabbing the barrel of the gun and snatching it away.

The force of grabbing the gun was too great, and the fingers of the guard with the gun were in severe pain from the sudden flick. By the time the two guards reacted, their guns had already turned to aim at themselves.

"Should someone be willing to answer the question now?" Zhou Qingfeng laughed twice. But the two white guards on the opposite side didn't understand what happened at all. How could they be pointed at the gun in the blink of an eye?

"Boy, this is Boss Chris' territory. If you want to cause trouble, you are in the wrong place." A guard scolded harshly. But with a heavy blow, Zhou Qingfeng turned the butt of the gun and gave him a good time.

The ruthlessness of this strike is definitely enough to deter any resistance. The guard who was beaten screamed and fell to the ground. His face was swollen all over again, and it seemed that his jaw had been dislocated, and he was unable to speak with his tongue hanging.

Another guard could only raise his hands and said honestly, "You won, just ask any questions you have."

"Do you know this woman?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, holding a gun in one hand, and took out a photo from his arms. In the photo is a woman in formal attire, with indifferent eyes and expressionless face. The most peculiar thing is the woman with her head tied, wearing a black uniform and holding an assault rifle,

There are three large letters FBI on the left chest of the uniform.

The guard's eyes sharpened instantly, and he shouted in surprise: "This is Natasha. Damn, this bitch is the FBI? No wonder she always likes to chat with us, and she always asks things and things that have nothing to do with her thing."

Who do American gangsters hate the most? Probably the IRS. Many gang members are not afraid of the police, but they have a headache for tax collectors.

Hehehe, just kidding, in fact, the FBI should be the most hated by gangsters. Compared with the police with limited powers and responsibilities and only minding their own affairs, the FBI is much more proactive in fighting crime. In China, the police can enforce the law across provinces. In the United States, only the FBI arrests people across states.

Because the FBI is such a nuisance, the guard became utterly agitated when he saw the photo. Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask: "Where is Natasha?"

A photo made the guard think that Zhou Qingfeng might be of the same kind, and his attitude changed drastically, "That bitch has been here for almost half a year, and she happens to have a performance today, and you can find her in the bar. I'll report to Boss Chris right away." , we must get rid of this woman, she knows too much."

Bang, another blow from the butt of the gun, this time not on the jaw, but on the Adam's apple. The guard who was still yelling to report was clutching his throat, his eyes staring like a goldfish and he fell down.

The other guard who was lying on the ground was covering his mouth and gasping for air, but seeing Zhou Qingfeng's ruthless hands, he kicked his feet back in horror and let out a whooping sound, but he couldn't yell out. .

Zhou Qingfeng stepped on his throat and ended his life, "Don't be angry, the world is so unpredictable."

Zhou Qingfeng found two mobile phones, an iron finger cot, and some 12-gauge shotgun shells from the guard. He covered the shotgun with his baggy clothes, pushed open the back door of the bar and walked in.

The back door leads to the kitchen of the bar, where some cooks are busy. No one cared about Zhou Qingfeng who came in wearing a hood, which allowed him to walk to the dance floor in the bar smoothly. And the bar dance floor of about 300 square meters is crowded with more than 500 young people dancing around, and the loud music is so loud that it can deafen the ears.

Zhou Qingfeng walked along the wall of the bar. In the dark environment, only the pole stage in the center of the dance floor was lit. A half-naked dancer was twisting her body vigorously while holding onto the pole.

The audience was wildly excited, but everyone's eyes were focused on the back of the steel pipe stage, where stood a hot girl wearing only underwear and high heels.

Twenty-seven-year-old Helena Kelvin is really glamorous and sexy. The strapless bra exposes a large area of ​​skin, and the plump breast shape is definitely above the D cup. The bright skin is smeared with essential oils, and under the light, it shines with a healthy wheat-colored glow.

The two slender thighs are straight and well-proportioned, the breasts only cover the finger-width vitals, but expose the round buttocks to the air. The woman was standing slightly crooked, with a cigarette between her fingers, and she was puffing away. Her expressionless face caused all the men in the audience to shout her name.

Natasha, Natasha, Natasha!

It looks like this girl is very popular!