Rise of the Wasteland

Coming out of the Kaiwood neighborhood, Zhou Qingfeng was also reviewing the issues during the recent contact with Helena. ? 22? Obviously, he is not as embarrassed as he described. He has worn all the stages of pursuing famous brands, and is basically handmade by professional tailors.

Looking at the clothes that spread like goods, low-key luxury is inconspicuous, in fact, it is worth hundreds of thousands. Zhou Qingfeng didn't originally want to wear so expensive, but the women around him are in control of hundreds of millions of funds. Where can he really spread out the goods?

Such expensive clothes cannot be seen in the eyes of ordinary people, but Helena's woman is capable of FBI, can be undercover, and it is impossible to have no eyesight.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling that he still had to keep in touch with the difficult girl, but how to lie? Or is it a lie? After pondering for a long time, he decided to climb from wherever he fell-didn't he say he was looking for a house, and I moved directly.

Zhou Qingfeng carried all the valuables with him. He found another taxi, paid twice the cost of the car and returned to the Kawood community. He also found the apartment in Helena and knocked on the iron door of the apartment.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" The apartment administrator was a skinny black lady with goose feathers and a double-barreled shotgun in her hand, her eyes vigilant. So she talked to Zhou Qingfeng across the door of the apartment.

"Oh ... this is really American." Zhou Qingfeng murmured, "Is there a room for rent here?"

Asian faces have disadvantages as well as advantages in the United States. The disadvantage is that they are easily bullied, and the advantage is that others are not very wary. The old black lady was seventy or eighty, and she carefully looked through her pair of glasses before putting Zhou Qingfeng in, and asked, "What kind of house do you want?"

"Is there a room and a hall?"

"One hundred and three hundred dollars a month, there is a bathroom, and two hundred dollars if you want a kitchen. If I want furniture, I have some second-hand bargains."

The old black lady bowed her back, shook her steps one by one, and hurriedly introduced Zhou Qingfeng to the apartment she managed. Built in the 1960s, this five-story building is sturdy and sturdy, but all supporting facilities are completely backward.

Climbing the stairs to the third floor, Zhou Qingfeng quickly set up a house, and then he bought various furniture from the old black lady, and had to hire someone to move into an empty room.

"You are chinese?"

"Correct."

"You guys are really rich, but I don't understand why you live here? Chicago has a dedicated Chinese community, and they rarely appear in places where law and order are bad."

"I just want to be a neighbor with a pretty girl."

"Ah ... I see. No wonder you choose this room, because opposite is Natasha, and that girl is the only one in this apartment who gives me peace of mind.

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

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

"Hey, isn't that the guy who stole the car. He hasn't left yet." Three or four noisy black men appeared from the street corner and immediately surrounded him with the sight of a prey.

The old black woman who managed the apartment was behind Zhou Qingfeng. She quickly opened the door of the apartment and shouted, "Child, come in quickly, these little sisters can do everything."

Zhou Qingfeng was not moved, but instead greeted him and asked, "I happened to be looking for my car. Do you know where?"

"Ha ha ha ha ..." The black sister-in-law couldn't find North, as if he hadn't been so happy in his life.

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

The old black lady quickly closed the iron door of the apartment and looked out through a gap in the door. She was already sad that she was about to lose a good tenant.

"Boy, show me your wallet. Don't say you have no money, otherwise ..." With half a word, the leading black sister-in-law screamed and fell down. The guy had a leg on his crotch and felt his eggs were bursting.

The other black sister-in-laws surrounding Zhou Qingfeng were all gods, and for a long time they didn't want to understand how their companions fell down?

"Boy, how dare you do it first?" Another black **** with a question mark on his face. After asking this, he also got a leg in the middle of the crotch. Then there were two black sister-in-laws who came to their senses, but this was useful for the eggs and screamed on the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng found two guns and several magazines from four black mules, but no dime was found. And for a little while, the iron door of the apartment creaked open, and an old black lady came out from inside, looking surprised.

"Kong-Fu?"

"Yay!"

"Bruce Lee?"

"Uh ... yeah!"

"very good!"

After a few simple conversations, Zhou Qingfeng was a little hesitant. He asked the old black lady, "Should you call the police?"

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

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

The black sister-in-law had fallen to the ground like a soft-leg shrimp, covering her crotch with various screams. These deceitful guys look at Zhou Qingfeng like watching monsters, and nodded even more about his problems.

"It's great, take me to find my car." Zhou Qingfeng walked down the street with four down-headed mules slowly, and this scene quickly attracted countless people to look around. This kind of thing has never been seen before. Black people bullied Asians in the past. How come today?

Many people are still the companions of these sisters-in-law, and when they saw the situation, they rushed up. But this has no effect except that the team of cripples led by Zhou Qingfeng continues to expand. The only trouble for Zhou Qingfeng was that he had to find a bag for the seized pistol.

The final destination of Zhou Qingfeng is a block of underground parking lots, which has been converted into a block of gangsters. A dozen black men with large waists are modifying stolen cars here.

Everyone stopped working when they saw a lot of crippled street **** coming in. A black man with a head of more than two meters walked out aggressively, holding in his hand a shotgun filled with bullets.

Behind the black strong man, the other blacks also put down their tools, clutching their arms, staring coldly at Zhou Qingfeng, who was the source of the matter.

"Boy, who are you?" The black strong man pointed at Zhou Qingfeng and yelled viciously: "You better tell me clearly, otherwise you will be dead."

Zhou Qingfeng turned his eyes to the other direction of this underground parking lot until he saw his robbed ‘Dodge’ sports car. “You certainly do n’t believe it, I ’m just looking for my car.”

‘Awesomeness’….

Three times in a row ...

Time is stagnant ...

Pull a gun and shoot ...!

Zhou Qingfeng's hands moved quickly, a group of muzzle flames burst out, more than a dozen bullets flew out, and all the black men with guns in front of him were all dried up in an instant.

After three seconds ~ www.readwn.com ~ the accumulated gunfire suddenly exploded, and the entire underground parking lot burst into a thunderous vibration, while bursting **** flowers. The **** and swollen **** were dumbfounded. They had never seen such a disagreement, killing the indifference and fierceness on the spot.

After shooting down the two pistols, Zhou Qingfeng changed the magazine again, this time aiming at those black mules driven by him.

"No, don't do this."

"We surrender."

"Don't shoot."

Among the various shouts of horror and shivering was the sound of gunshots from Zhou Qingfeng again. Half an minute later, the entire underground parking lot was filled with pervasive blood. It is a bit exaggerated to say that the blood flow drifts, and the blood flow into the river is a bit exaggerated.

When Zhou Qingfeng moved the corpses into the waste cargo ship in Havana, the thick smell of fish even frowned the butchers who were standing next to him. "Victor, you seem to have opened a hunting party. To talk about homicide, I will only serve you one. "

"Oh ... I just don't want anyone to steal my car." (To be continued.)