Chapter 690: The Bloodiest Night

Grasping the neutral position of the enemy to change magazines, Zhou Qingfeng jumped out of the back seat of the bulletproof Mercedes. The gangster gunman across the street immediately opened fire on him, and the bullets whizzed over. More than a dozen guns hit him one by one, and he couldn't lift his head when he was hiding in the trunk of the car.

"Victor, you lunatic!" Helena shouted angrily, and was immediately forced back by the flying bullets. She rushed to the rear window, worried about Zhou Qingfeng's condition.

And Zhou Qingfeng still couldn't escape this meeting, he just stayed under the trunk, and the gangster gunmen on the opposite side were trying to shoot him from both sides. And just in front of the car, the forklift truck backed up a few meters, followed by a huge shovel head, and it seemed that it wanted to smash Zhou Qingfeng to the ground.

"Idiot!" Zhou Qingfeng didn't wait for the forklift to come forward, and aimed the rifle in his hand at the black operator in the cab of the forklift. He fired three bursts and the cab glass shattered, and the bullet penetrated and killed him.

As soon as the operator died, the forklift lost control and continued to move forward, hitting the building wall behind Zhou Qingfeng with a bang. And this angered the drugged gangster gunmen even more, and the bullets fired in bursts whizzed and flew non-stop.

At this time, the dense sirens of the Chicago police could be heard in the distance. Such a large-scale vicious shooting happened tonight, and a large number of police officers would definitely arrive. If you don't leave now, then there will be no way to go to heaven and no way to go to earth.

Fight!

Zhou Qingfeng, who was nestled in the back of the car, could only fight, the rifle in his hand began to fire three rounds rhythmically. Chutchu, chug, the shots were fierce and ruthless, and almost every time they shot the opponent, they would either die or be injured.

In addition to the morale inspired by drugs, the real combat effectiveness of these gangster gunmen on the scene is not as high as imagined, and it is not at the same level as Zhou Qingfeng who was killed in a sea of ​​​​corpses. Moreover, Zhou Qingfeng also discovered something that made him extremely depressed. These gunmen didn't know how to use guns at all.

Most of the dozens of gunmen on the opposite side used pistols. But pistols are easy to learn but hard to master. Just a dozen meters away from the road, they slammed the bullet-proof Mercedes, but they didn't hit Zhou Qingfeng much.

Zhou Qingfeng took a few seconds to think, and was shocked to find that the group of second-handed gunmen were aiming at this bulletproof Mercedes. He even rolled over to avoid a distance of a few meters. He was stunned because he couldn't see clearly because of the darkness, so he didn't notice anything.

Fortunately, I was so frightened that I shrank back and forth, and the opposite was actually an ordinary trash. Since the other party is so useless, don't blame Zhou Qingfeng for being rude. He directly changed to a full magazine, moved a distance of more than ten meters, and suddenly approached the gunmen from the side.

In terms of instantaneous acceleration, Zhou Qingfeng can run more than ten meters in one or two seconds. And when it comes to close combat, the assault rifle in his hand has completely overwhelming firepower.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's bravery, Helena, who was still in the bullet-proof Mercedes, was a little dazed—this guy still doesn't forget to be handsome at this time?

The big red cloak hung obliquely on Zhou Qingfeng's strong half-naked body, and the hem of the cloak fluttered slightly as he ran in small steps. The wrinkled and stained corners instead exaggerated the cruelty and murderous intent of the current battle.

Zhou Qingfeng's arm was originally cut by a stray bullet, and the blood flowing out stained his thick arm and thick chest red, which added to his tragic heroism and fearless high-spirited aura.

Especially when the gangster gunmen who were fighting against the five scum were shot down one by one by Zhou Qingfeng. Under the streetlights, he walked firmly and without hesitation. On the contrary, the enemy's superiority in numbers is extremely ridiculous, and the counterattack that they look down on is confusing-this is what a man looks like!

Chuk Chuk..., a gangster gunman got his head blown off.

Chutchu... Another gangster gunman was shot several times.

Chu chu... A gangster gunman tried to fight back, but the bullets he fired indiscriminately went to nowhere.

Fighting the five dregs is fighting the five dregs,

There is no one who can fight!

In the fierce exchange of fire, Zhou Qingfeng emptied an empty magazine and immediately pulled out a full one from his underpants with one hand. After pushing the empty magazine, he quickly replaced it, with almost no pause in the firepower, and a series of smooth and handsome movements!

Helena felt like her heart was about to stop beating at this moment. She had never seen anyone who could spread killing and death so crisply and neatly on the battlefield.

However, Zhou Qingfeng turned all this into a live show of violent aesthetics, using the blood and life of the enemy to reflect his strength.

A man with a gun.

A fearless Spartan warrior.

A super big action superstar who is shameless, fights and kills without forgetting to show off his muscles half-naked, combining ancient Greek combat aesthetics and modern killing skills!

How could there be such a brazen person in the world? Even at this critical juncture, he did not forget to show his charm and provoke women's heartstrings.

Although the scene was full of corpses, Zhou Qingfeng expressed the scene calmly and gracefully. His unhurried shooting has an artistic flavor, and the rhythm of the shooting is like a gripping symphony.

The two magazines were emptied, and all the gangster gunmen who had been shooting at Zhou Qingfeng were killed. He changed the magazine and ran back to the bulletproof Mercedes with the gun. Helena, who was still in the car, was already bewitched, and she felt that there was a light shining on him, as mighty as a god of war.

"Are you OK."

"I'm fine."

"We need to get out of here quickly."

Zhou Qingfeng said a few words casually, he pulled Helena out of the car, and ran into the cab of the forklift again. Pulling out the body inside, he manipulated the forklift to flip the overturned bullet-proof Mercedes-Benz over again.

During the whole process, Helena just stood aside in a daze. In the end, her half-naked Wonder Woman was pulled into the car by the same half-naked Spartan warrior, and the two quickly left the scene.

And within a minute of Zhou Qingfeng's escape, support from various police stations in Chicago rushed to him, and William Bob, who was trapped in the wine stash, and the FBI also came out with a narrow escape. And what was displayed in front of them was not like the bustling Chicago in the United States at all, but rather like a scene of war in Libya or Syria.

The drugged gangster shooter was quickly suppressed, and the FBI agents who suffered heavy casualties showed no mercy to these guys and tried to kill them. But when the gunfire finally stopped, everyone discovered that dozens of people had died at the scene of the entire gun battle.

There are bullet casings all over the floor, bullet holes everywhere, and dead bodies are everywhere around the bar. Even if the night wind blows, the bloody smell cannot dissipate.

"How could so many people die?" Seeing the dead bodies at the scene, Agent Bob, who directed the operation, felt a chill in his heart. The FBI under him had more than ten casualties, more than a dozen members of Chris' gang died in the chaos, and the other gangsters who raided Chris to grab the territory were almost dead.

Especially on the street where Zhou Qingfeng and Helena fled by car, more than a dozen corpses lined up one after the other, in extremely miserable condition.

Nearly a hundred people died in 30 days last month, making it the bloodiest month in Chicago. Now there are corpses everywhere, half a hundred if you count them, it is destined to be the bloodiest night in Chicago.

The news is huge....