Chapter 81: Silent Death

For Boss Corgan, the current troubles are not just a matter of food shortages, but also a problem of low morale. After all, no one has ever encountered such a thing as a cataclysm. Last night, it was unfavorable to be a teacher, and today I was pitted by a little kid. So Boss Corgan decided to give a speech.

"You idiots cheer me up, the government is over, the police are gone, the law is out of bounds, is there a better time than this? You used to be short of money, and now the wealth in New York is whatever you want. Rob. You were all despised in the past, and now whoever dares to despise you will kill him directly. What else are you unhappy about?

I know what are you worried about? An eighteen-year-old boy named Victor Hugo. The media blew him to the sky, saying he was the most terrifying terrorist after 9/11. This is all bullshit!

I know that Victor Hugo, he's not a terrorist or a murderer at all, he's just a kid. In front of me, he wasn't even anything.

You look at me, I'm Corgan, the biggest mob boss in Queens and will be the biggest mob boss in New York. I want Victor Hugo to bow his head, and he has to bow; I want him to die, and he has to die.

Do you know why Victor Hugo ran away? Because he knows I'm here. He was scared away by me. How scary can he be a person who dare not look directly at me?

So don't worry too much, keep cleaning this building and try to find some food and water. Soon we will be stronger, powerful enough to take over all of New York. As for Victor Hugo, he either died at my hands or hid like a mouse. "

The gangsters like to hear this kind of rhetoric, and Boss Kogan's words made them excited and echoed loudly. Boss Kogan himself waved his hands, constantly raising the morale of his men. But when he jumped off the table where he was speaking, he asked Ivan next to him, "Are you sure that kid escaped?"

"He should have escaped downstairs a few floors down the elevator shaft. I have sent my brother to hunt him down. But he probably has already escaped from the building." Ivan is confident in his judgment.

"Um..." Kogan responded irrefutably, "If it's best to get his body, I want everyone to know that anyone who fights against me will never end well."

Just when Boss Kogan made such rhetoric, Zhou Qingfeng's night killing on the tenth floor of the building had just begun. Although night fell, the floor was not silent. Occasionally, I could hear some clanking sounds, and it sounded like a few people were constantly searching the corners of the rooms on the floor.

There are various independent offices and office areas in the immigration building. Each area has various desks and cabinets. The gangsters in charge of the search use flashlights to rummage through various valuable things.

Zhou Qingfeng held a knife in his left hand and a gun in his right hand. When he walked into an office area, he saw that the floor was full of overturned tables, chairs and debris. Almost everything was thrown on the ground, and there was a figure not far away. busy.

Mobutu immediately became nervous when he saw the appearance of the bandits. But Zhou Qingfeng glanced left and right, but walked over briskly, pointing his toes, moving quickly and silently, like a black panther hunting.

Especially when Zhou Qingfeng approached the back of the gangster, he swiftly swooped forward and stabbed the opponent in the back with a single slash. The blade pierced through the gap between the ribs and directly pierced the heart and lungs. During the assassination, he tightly covered the opponent's mouth, causing him to spit blood but couldn't make a sound.

This is silent death! Cruel and poignant.

Mobutu's original mission was to take care of Zhou Qingfeng's back and watch for movements in other directions for him. But when Mobutu saw him kill a person so lightly and swiftly, he felt a chill all over his body and was extremely shocked.

The murdered gangster fell crookedly. In fact, he was not dead, and his body twitched from time to time.

Blood spurted out of his mouth, showing that his heart was still beating barely. Zhou Qingfeng slowly withdrew his saber, picked up the flashlight that had fallen on the ground, and opened several large garbage bags beside the bandit.

In the garbage bag are the respective materials that the gangster collected in one day, and it is easy to handle them in different categories. There are food, drink, and some tools and supplies. One bag even contained several guns, magazines and bullets. These things should have been looted from the building.

Zhou Qingfeng brought these things back to Mobutu, waved his hand and said in a low voice, "Let's go, next target."

Mobutu was still in a state of shock and awe. He only felt his mouth was dry and his heart was pounding. He subconsciously asked: "Mr. Hugo, I remember that the media reported that you were only eighteen years old. is that true?"

"Yeah, theoretically I'm only eighteen years old." Zhou Qingfeng said.

"Then you were trained hard as a child?" Mobutu asked again.

"Huh...?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at Mobutu's trembling expression again, and immediately understood that the other party was frightened by his own murderous agility. He simply said nonsense: "Yes, we Chinese people know kung fu and have been trained since childhood."

In fact, this is the embodiment of Zhou Qingfeng's 'innate talent' ability. Even his abysmal marksmanship is greatly improved now, and sooner or later he will become a killing machine in the chaotic end times.

There were only four gangsters on the tenth floor of the building. When Zhou Qingfeng captured the last person, he did not kill him on the spot. Instead, he used a knife to hold the opponent's throat and start the interrogation.

"I ask a question, you answer. If I find out that you are deliberately hiding something, I will stab you, understand?" In the darkness, Zhou Qingfeng's voice was like a terrifying night devil. He imitated the words of the villain in the police and bandit movie, and he achieved good interrogation effect.

"Who is your boss?"

"Korgan, Boss Kogan."

"Who's with him?"

"There's the Potaski brothers, there's..."

After Zhou Qingfeng asked a few questions that he knew the answer to, he continued to ask in depth.

"How many of you are there?"

"I don't know. Some died last night. There should be seventy or eighty."

"Who were you fighting with last night?"

"I don't know, it seems to be a gangster team elsewhere. Anyway, everyone is in a mess, and they open fire when they see someone who is not on their side."

"I haven't met a few acquaintances? For example, haven't I met a guy named David Lawrence?"

"No, I didn't see David Lawrence."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, and finally killed the opponent with one knife.

When Mobutu saw this scene, he kept drawing a cross on his chest, as if he was confessing to God, asking for forgiveness of his and Zhou Qingfeng's sins. His shivering appearance looked pitiful and ridiculous.

"Mobutu, don't greet God for me."

"why?"

"Because I don't believe that bastard at all."

"what……?!"

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