Chapter 680 Bloody Cleanup

Coming out of the Kenwood block, Zhou Qingfeng was also reviewing the problems in the process of contacting Helena just now. ?22??Obviously, he is not as embarrassed as he described. All the clothes he wears have skipped the stage of chasing famous brands, and are basically handmade by professional tailors.

A suit that looks like street goods, low-key luxury and unremarkable, is actually worth hundreds of thousands. Zhou Qingfeng originally didn't want to wear such expensive clothes, but the women around him are all controlling hundreds of millions of funds, how can he really go out wearing them?

Such an expensive outfit can't be seen by ordinary people, but Helena is a woman who is capable of being an FBI agent and an undercover agent.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling that he still wanted to keep in touch with that difficult girl, but how could he lie? Or not lie at all? After pondering for a long time, he decided to get up from where he fell - didn't he agree to find a house, and I moved there directly.

Zhou Qingfeng took all the valuables with him. He found a taxi and paid twice the price to return to the Kenwood community. He even purposely found Helena's apartment and knocked on the big iron door of the apartment.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" The apartment manager is a skinny black old lady with chicken skin and gray hair, holding a double-barreled shotgun in her hand, and her eyes are wary. She just talked to Zhou Qingfeng through the door of the apartment.

"Oh..., this is really very American." Zhou Qingfeng muttered in a low voice, "Is there any room for rent here?"

Asian faces have both advantages and disadvantages in the United States. The disadvantage is that they are easy to be bullied, and the advantage is that others are not too wary. The black old lady was in her seventies and eighties. She looked carefully with a pair of glasses before she let Zhou Qingfeng in and asked, "What kind of house do you want?"

"Is there a room with one living room?"

"Thirteen hundred dollars a month, with a bathroom, and another two hundred dollars if you want a kitchen. If you want furniture, I have some second-hand bargains."

The black old lady hunched her back, swayed every step when she walked, and introduced the apartment she managed to Zhou Qingfeng in a rambunctious manner. This five-storey building was built in the 1960s. It is solid and strong, but all supporting facilities are outdated.

Climbing the stairs to the third floor, Zhou Qingfeng quickly settled on a house, and then he bought all kinds of furniture from the black old lady, and had to hire someone to move into the empty room.

"You are chinese?"

"right."

"You are really rich, but I don't understand why you want to live here? Chicago has a dedicated Chinese community, and they rarely appear in places with poor security.

"

"I just want to be neighbors with some pretty girl."

"Ah..., I see, no wonder you chose this room, because the opposite is Natasha, that girl is the only person in this apartment who makes me feel at ease.

But let me remind you that Natasha doesn't like men. She always brings all kinds of beautiful girls back to live with her, and recently hooked up with another one, and that girl is also pretty. "

The old lady's chat made Zhou Qingfeng's head full of black lines. After asking where the nearby stores were, he went out to buy some daily necessities. As a result, as soon as I went out...

"Hey, isn't that the guy whose car was stolen? He hasn't left yet." Three or four idle black men appeared from the corner of the street, and immediately surrounded them like they saw prey, with playful smiles on their faces.

The old black lady who managed the apartment was right behind Zhou Qingfeng, she quickly opened the door of the apartment and shouted, "Son, come in quickly, these little rascals can do anything."

Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, instead he went up to meet him and asked, "I happened to be looking for my car, do you know where it is?"

"Hahahaha..." The black ruffian was so happy that he couldn't find Bei, as if he had never been so happy in his life.

The ruffians are tall and strong, with dark skin, and each one looks full of deterrence. They surrounded Zhou Qingfeng first, and then scolded the black old lady who reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Old man, don't get in the way, so you can live a few more years."

The black old lady shut the iron door of the apartment with a quick bang, and looked out through a small gap in the door, already regretting that she was about to lose a high-quality tenant.

"Boy, show me your wallet. Don't say you have no money, or..." Halfway through speaking, the leading black ruffian fell down with a scream. The guy got a kick in the crotch and felt like his balls were about to explode.

The other black ruffians who surrounded Zhou Qingfeng were all stunned, wondering why their companion fell down for a long time?

"Boy, you dare to attack first?" Another black ruffian asked with question marks all over his face. And after asking this sentence, he also got a kick in the middle of his crotch. There were two more black ruffians who came to their senses, but it was of no use, and they also fell to the ground and screamed.

Zhou Qingfeng found two guns and a few magazines from the four black ruffians, but he didn't find a dime. And within half a day, the iron door of the apartment creaked open, and an elderly black old lady came out with a look of surprise on her face.

"Kong-Fu?"

"yeah!"

"Bruce Lee?"

"Uh..., yay!"

"very good!"

After a few simple conversations, Zhou Qingfeng felt a little uneasy. He asked the old black lady, "You wouldn't call the police, would you?"

"Of course not! If you can wipe out the villains around here, I will praise you to God." The black old lady said with certainty.

"That's good." Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and asked the four black ruffians on the ground with a smile, "Can you tell me who stole my car now?"

The black ruffian fell to the ground like a soft-footed shrimp, clutching his crotch and screaming. These bullying guys looked at Zhou Qingfeng like a monster, and they nodded repeatedly to his questions.

"It's great, take me to find my car." Zhou Qingfeng escorted the four drooping ruffians slowly along the street, and this scene soon attracted countless people on both sides of the block to watch. I've never seen this kind of thing before. In the past, blacks bullied Asians. How did it happen today?

Quite a few people were still the companions of these ruffians, and when they saw the situation, they rushed forward. But this has no effect except to continue to expand the ruffian team led by Zhou Qingfeng. The only trouble for Zhou Qingfeng was that he had to find a bag to hold the confiscated pistol.

And Zhou Qingfeng's final destination was an underground parking lot in a block, which had been converted into a den of gangsters in the block, where more than a dozen black men with big arms were modifying stolen cars.

Everyone stopped working when they saw a bunch of bruised and swollen street gangsters walking in. A strong black man with a head over two meters came out aggressively, holding a shotgun loaded with bullets in his hand.

Behind the black burly man, the other blacks also put down their tools, grabbed their weapons, and stared at Zhou Qingfeng who was clearly the source of the incident with a cold face.

"Boy, who are you?" The strong black man pointed his gun at Zhou Qingfeng and shouted in a vicious voice, "You better tell me clearly, or you will die."

However, Zhou Qingfeng looked in other directions in the underground parking lot until he saw his snatched 'Dodge' sports car, "I'm sure you won't believe me, I'm just looking for my car."

'Extremely alert'....

Three times in a row….

Time stands still...,.

Draw the gun and shoot...!

Zhou Qingfeng moved his hands quickly, and the muzzle flames exploded suddenly, and a dozen bullets flew out, killing all the black men with guns in front of him in an instant.

Three seconds later, the accumulated gunfire suddenly exploded, and the entire underground parking lot exploded with thunderous vibrations, and at the same time, bloody flowers exploded. The ruffians who were originally bruised and swollen were dumbfounded. They had never seen such indifference and ferocity of killing people on the spot.

After emptying the two pistols, Zhou Qingfeng changed the magazines again, this time aiming at the black ruffians he drove over.

"No, don't do that."

"We surrender."

"Don't shoot."

Amidst all kinds of screams and shouts, it was Zhou Qingfeng's angry gunfire again, and half a minute later, the entire underground parking lot was filled with a lingering smell of blood. It is a bit of an exaggeration to say that the blood flowed oars, but it is not an exaggeration to say that the blood flowed like a river.

When Zhou Qingfeng moved these corpses to the transshipment freighter in Wasteland Havana, the strong smell even made the butcher standing beside him frown, "Victor, you seem to have a big hunting party. When it comes to murderers, I will only serve you alone."

"Hehe..., I just don't want someone to steal my car again." (To be continued.)