Chapter 689 This Thing Is Not Over!

Black people in this world have always been war scum.

Yes, that's right!

I just discriminate against those useless people who want to live a good life but are unwilling to work hard.

Even if you are a gangster, how to maintain morale is a problem for black people.

Fortunately, there is something called heroin in this world. The Germans once used it to help soldiers overcome fear, and as a result, it spread to the whole world. And now the black villains also like to come a little bit before the fight, won't the FBI be killed and injured all at once, and the army will be defeated.

In the same way, when he saw the morale-filled black man rushing up with a smirk, holding up the burning rubber gasoline bottle, Zhou Qingfeng was also dead.

I'm fucking stuck upside down in a bulletproof Mercedes!

Just now Zhou Qingfeng was still proud that he picked a strong, heavy car that is not afraid of bullets, but now he has twice the strength and five times higher explosive power than ordinary people, and he can't break through the thick bulletproof glass-this thing can't even be bullet-proof. If you can't even penetrate, will you be afraid of the impact of your elbow?

Fuck you!

How did I pick such a car? I can't escape now.

From the upturned car window, the beating flames of the gasoline bottles reflected the shiny skin of the nigger. The excitement and ferocity on the opponent's face were clearly visible, and it didn't take a few seconds to rush over from a dozen meters away.

"Damn it, the car door won't open." Zhou Qingfeng burst out with a chill, and a thin layer of sweat exploded all over his body. He couldn't hit the window, nor could he open the door. His body was crooked when it was buckled upside down, and he couldn't find the button to lower the window by fumbling around.

Seeing that the black ghost who was in charge of throwing the gasoline bottle had already run three or four meters away, the opponent's arm was raised, and the gasoline bottle had already come out. If this thing hits and explodes, it will be an inextinguishable sea of ​​flames.

It is said that the fuel tank of the bulletproof Mercedes-Benz is also explosion-proof, but what if it is not explosion-proof? If the fire is too big, the oxygen in the car will be exhausted. I'm invincible all over the world, whoever is unlucky today won't die at the hands of a bunch of niggers, right?

In a crisis, Helena finally brought some good news to Zhou Qingfeng, "Victor, gun, gun, gun!"

Just now Zhou Qingfeng yelled for a gun out of desperation, and Helena was also desperately trying her best. She remembered that this was the car of the drug dealer Chris, and when Chris wanted to escape, he left several large bags in the back seat.

Just a few seconds after the bomber nigger pounced on him, Helena hastily unbuckled her seat belt, turned over and opened several large bags in the back seat.

A lot of cash bills fell out of a bag, this thing is now useful!

Another bag of whitening powder fell out of another bag, this thing is still useless!

A few guns fell out of the last bag with a few bangs, and they were still assault rifles!

"Victor, gun, gun, gun!" Helena was ecstatic for a while, but when she handed Zhou Qingfeng an assault rifle, she cried out in horror and despair for a while—the rubber gasoline bottle that was lit Already let go!

Grass mud girl!

Now is to grab the time!

'Astute' come to me three times in a row!

In three seconds, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the rifle Helena handed over with one hand, and finally found the button to lower the car window with the other hand. Just like that stinging sound and less than a second, the bulletproof glass window opened a small hole.

Zhou Qingfeng quickly loaded the gun and opened the safety, and then the muzzle of the gun stuck out of the car window and gave the other side a bang!

The sound of the gunshot was inconspicuous, but Zhou Qingfeng shot very steadily when time stood still, and the burning petrol bottle opposite him also remained motionless in mid-air, being hit steadily by the bullet.

With a bang, the gasoline bottle that the nigger had just dropped exploded. The gasoline with rubber dissolved in it was viscous and thick, and the gasoline was ignited at the same time when it splashed, covering a range of four or five meters around, and even enveloped the black ghost who dropped the bomb.

what……,

The nigger rushing forward was screaming wildly a second ago, but a second later it turned into a human-shaped torch and danced in the middle of the street. Buckled upside down on the roof of the car, with his head down, Zhou Qingfeng lowered the window again, and the heat wave coming from outside was immediately cut off.

Dad was scared to death, and the little one was jumping around.

Seeing the black ghost running around shouting and flaming all over the outside, the two people in the car were short of breath at the moment, and Zhou Qingfeng's hand holding the gun turned white from excessive force.

"Grandma is a bear, I was almost killed." Zhou Qingfeng was also scared to death by the critical situation just now, and he was almost dead in half a second. At that time, it will be the two of them who will play barbecue in the sea of ​​fire.

But the immediate critical situation did not resolve, Zhou Qingfeng and Helena were still trapped in the car, and the forklift that knocked them over was still hitting the bulletproof Mercedes. The huge shovel kept smashing, and the two people hiding in the car were miserable.

"We have to get out, maybe there will be someone throwing incendiary bombs later." Zhou Qingfeng shouted, "The door on my side is stuck, Helena, try the door on the back seat."

Both of them unbuckled their seat belts and tossed and turned in the upside-down Mercedes-Benz. They flipped into the back seat and managed to open a door, but they couldn't get out.

The drugged-up gangsters across the street were still firing, and it was hilarious, the bullets jingling against the bulletproof doors. Zhou Qingfeng had used up all the "smartness" three times a day, and he was in danger of being beaten to death anytime he got up.

"Damn it, what are those FBI doing?" Zhou Qingfeng could only turn around and look at the FBI team members who were still in Chris' hiding place.

Helena also looked back and shouted: "These niggers are crazy. They are blocked inside and can't get out. But it doesn't matter, we can wait for a while, the police will come to help soon."

It's ok? It's a big deal! How do you get out of trouble when the police come? I don't want any bullshit support, let alone stay for notes. I want to run away!

Zhou Qingfeng took out a few magazines from the bag where the weapon had just dropped. In his hand was an AK-series assault rifle. The model might not be clear for a while, but the leather was durable and easy to use. He was about to open the car door to open a gap to shoot at the gangster gunman on the opposite side.

"Victor, what are you doing?" Helena asked for stability, and naturally wanted to prevent Zhou Qingfeng from taking risks.

"Nothing, just killing people." Zhou Qingfeng opened the car door, and a series of bullets came from the opposite side immediately, hitting the bulletproof glass of the car body with holes and cracks, and the steel plate of the car body was even worse. Take sparks.

"Victor, you're crazy!" Helena slammed the car door shut, just as a stray bullet shot in through the gap in the car door, leaving a bloodstain on Zhou Qingfeng's arm.

Damn it, I just fucked with them!

The gunman of the gangster was shooting wildly happily. Once the trigger was pulled to the end, the bullets of the long and short guns in his hand could be emptied in a few seconds. While several gunmen were changing magazines, the overturned bulletproof Mercedes-Benz on the opposite side opened the rear door.

A half-naked hunk with a masking helmet, a red cape, and little underpants jumped out—I'm telling you, there's no end to this!