Rise of the Wasteland

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Night, inside Mexico City.

A silhouette emerged from the State Guest House, quickly crossing the cordon established by the Incret garrison, and disappearing in the street outside the hotel in a blink of an eye.

After leaving the eyes of the monitoring staff, the speed of the silhouette slowed down. He was wearing a hooded jacket, walking with his hands in his pockets.

Illuminated by torches and street lights, the city in the dark is full of shadows, and the streets are full of displaced poor people and soldiers with guns. Everyone's eyes were a little vigilant and brutal, and to live in this city must be a heart of heart.

For street martial soldiers and sentry posts, hooded figures can be avoided, and can be flashed. Anyway, with his speed and agility, it is difficult for anyone to keep up with his eaves and walk the wall. As for the robbers who rushed out of the street from time to time, those who were too cruel would be killed, and the general stunned.

The direction of the hooded figure was the embassy area in the city. Because he did not have a means of travel, he walked a long distance. But when walking near the embassy, ​​two indifferent men suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Take out the ID card." A man reached out a pistol and pointed at the hooded man with a sharp tone.

"What?" Naturally, Zhou Qingfeng, who came out of the State Guest House wearing a hood, did not expect anyone to check his ID when he arrived near the embassy area. He has a ghost ID!

Another man stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, holding his shoulder in one hand and saying, "Don't move, we are the gendarmerie, and you feel suspicious. It's all our people around here. It's best to be honest if you don't want to die. . "

Another barrel is on the back of Zhou Qingfeng, and a hand touches his waist to search for a body. Uncle Zhou obviously didn't like being touched by a man. He returned to his elbow and hit the neck of the man behind him, followed by a kick in the man's crotch.

The two attacks were crisp, short and effective, and completed almost simultaneously. The man behind Zhou Qingfeng was crooked and felt his neck was broken. When he was out of balance, he wanted to shoot, but soon he had severe pain in his hand, his wrist was broken, and the pistol was robbed by someone.

The man in front of Zhou Qingfeng was even more unlucky. The whole person was kicked and jumped. When he fell, the whole person was lying on the ground like a toad. The man pulled the trigger during the crisis and the pistol slammed.

The sound of gunfire was not unusual in Mexico City, but the movement still alarmed a humble car not far from the street. The car quickly jumped down and two people shouted at Zhou Qingfeng, and weapons such as pistols were quickly taken out.

At a distance of twenty or thirty meters, you can come over within a few seconds of running. The sound of warning shots was continuous three or four times at the same time, and the shouts of whistling and drinking were fast approaching.

Zhou Qingfeng was half-squatting on the ground at the moment, taking the man in the crotch as a cover, and with a flick of his hand, he found a five-six short-barreled rifle with a folding butt. Da da da ..., the two shuttles shot short, and the person who ran across was shot on the spot.

No one dares to control the blatant murder on this street, and occasionally people who see it often leave quickly. Soon on the road, there were only two so-called 'gendarmen' who moaned at the beginning and blocked Zhou Qingfeng.

Zhou Qingfeng kicked the pistol away. Instead of solving the meaning of the two so-called "gendarmes," he shouted to the dark corner of the street, "The two living and two dead people will give them to you, enjoy yourself. "

Having said this, Zhou Qingfeng strode to the car that had been left without a car by the side of the road, and in the darkness behind him came out like a group of urban poor.

"We are the gendarmerie brothers. Coming soon, you'd better leave quickly." Broken his wrist, the gendarmerie man reluctantly stood up and took a few steps to get back the pistol he had fallen. He was scared by the companion kicking his crotch, but limped away.

In the direction of Zhou Qingfeng, when he walked to the car, he pressed the intercom in his clothes and said, "Marshall, I'm here. Where are you?"

A sneaky figure quickly appeared on the other side of the street in the embassy district. After confirming that the situation was safe, he rushed to Zhou Qingfeng. He said slightly pantingly, "I don't know why there are people in the gendarmerie here. See you this time. "

Behind Zhou Qingfeng, two so-called 'gendarmers' screamed, and dozens of poor people were trying to tear them apart. Like jackals without their minions, they were swallowed by a litter of mice. And someone was approaching Zhou Qingfeng, staring at the two dead bodies on the ground.

"Let's go, let's talk somewhere else." Zhou Qingfeng got on the car left by the gendarmerie. The car was quite comfortable, with everything to eat and drink. He came out this time to connect with Marshall. The former Military Intelligence Director is still very capable, and he can get a lot of news in one day.

Zhou Qingfeng drove out a few blocks on the street, took a document bag from Marshall after stopping, and there was a report on the insider's treachery.

"I spent a little money and some connections to get this information. I can't imagine how powerful the internal corruption of Inkley is now. Power struggles give away a lot of information that should be kept secret for free."

Marshall found a box of rusks in the car and talked about his secret work while eating. He lamented: "I used the two cans of condensed milk I brought back yesterday to easily buy the first-class secretaries of the embassy, ​​which was really unimaginable in the past."

Zhou Qingfeng is looking at the intelligence materials sent by Marshall, which are all fine text descriptions. Enclave's intelligence personnel don't know much about the Aurora Corps, but he can see more clues as the legion leader.

Marshall looked at Zhou Qingfeng's frown and explained: "Inkley still doesn't know who is leaking this information to them, but according to multiple radio contacts, they still locked in the position of the station transmitting the information in Guantanamo.

"Guantanamo?" Zhou Qingfeng's head popped into his head. "Fenoist?"

"The person in charge of the" Kennedy "aircraft carrier?" Marshall knows the personnel of the Legion very well. He once monitored all high-level figures in the Legion except the Big Five. However, it has been a year since he left the legion, and he is not clear about many new situations.

"Feno should be involved in this leak operation. The 'Kennedy' has been soaked in the sea and cannot be effectively maintained. He needs to take full responsibility for this."

Zhou Qingfeng said in half but shook his head ~ www.readwn.com ~ Cofano is not the real head of this leak operation. The leaked information needs to be accessed at a higher level. "

Continuing to review, Zhou Qingfeng quickly saw a copy of the latest intelligence information. He immediately cursed and said angrily: "This traitor is definitely a high-ranking legion, and the 'Dongfeng' plan has been leaked. This was only mentioned once at a recent meeting."

After a quick look, Zhou Qingfeng calmed down again. Inkley only knew that there was a top-secret 'Dongfeng' plan, but he didn't know what the plan was for? Otherwise, Enclave would have killed him first. And this shows that the leak was someone who attended the meeting that day.

"You have to find out this bastard," Zhou Qingfeng said resentfully, "I don't treat those people thinly, but they betrayed me on the back."

Marshall knew that the situation was serious, but he provided a clue, "This traitor may be in a high position, but he is not professional. Although he is careful, he has some kind of strong hatred and fear for the legion. , Which can be seen in the text of the leaked information. "

"I will arrange for people to follow up on this matter, and you cannot relax here." Zhou Qingfeng cannot stay outside for a long time. He returns Marshall to the embassy area, and will return to the State Guesthouse with the information and information at hand.

When Zhou Qingfeng returned to the place where he drove, the two bodies on the ground and the two gendarmes were gone, but a group of green-eyed poor people wandered around the street.

After Zhou Qingfeng got out of the car, even the door was not closed. He whistled at the poor and shouted, "This car belongs to you. Dispose of it."

Just after Zhou Qingfeng walked out less than ten meters, the poor and mad poor people rushed to the car quickly, I believe that it won't take long for this car to stay without even a screw. The city's gendarmerie would not even find a ghost.