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Chapter 43: The Police are Coming

The police are coming!

As Zhou Qingfeng dragged Leila away from the main entrance, an ESU armored vehicle barged in from the outside. That was why the police outside did not take action directly; they were waiting for their strongest allies to do so.

With a bang, the Society’s entrance exploded under the violent assault. Countless glass shards and the door frames zoomed toward the inside of the building. Zhou Qingfeng, standing by the entrance, could only manage to pull Leila behind her before the razor-sharp shards entered his body.

Ah… Zhou Qingfeng screamed at the violent pain. Blood covered the whole expanse of his back after glass shards, big and small, littered his back.

Before Leila Fox could show any reaction to the sudden assault, she felt her sight go black as someone with a solid body held her. Next she heard someone shout, the sound as thick as a dragon’s roar.

Go, go, go, move in!

The armored vehicle that had barged in stopped, and a team of ESU agents jumped out of the car. Those men, elites of the police, believed that their sudden assault would be a successful one, like all their trial runs. Although their opponent was strong, he would not be stronger than themselves!

Zhou Qingfeng, blood-soaked, was successfully infuriated. He turned back to see an armed agent jump out of the car, the agent’s gun aimed at him.

“Put down your weapons and raise your hands.” The agent shouted. Not only were there many of them, but their equipment was also of high quality. The situation was obviously under their control. It was unfortunate that it was not the case. He saw a man’s eyes, blood-red due to serious pain and intense ire. The fury in the man’s eyes was so palpable it might as well be corporeal.

Zhou Qingfeng felt adrenaline accumulating in his body and his muscles tensing. Strength flowed from his core to fill his limbs. The body-strengthening benefits that the NTZ-49 brought about was about to undergo a test.

Zhou Qingfeng, filled with anger, did not think too much about his actions. He did not take out his gun, but instead he used the simplest and most violent means to assuage the thirst for bloodshed that he suddenly possessed after suffering from crucial pain.

Zhou Qingfeng stomped on the ground. His strong thigh muscles produced an incomparable surge of strength, so potent that the marble floor under him turned into powder. The strength propelled his body forward, and in a sudden burst of speed he shot up into the air, so swiftly his body was practically a blur. In a flash he transversed a distance more than three meters, and his fist landed solidly and viciously on the agent’s neck.

The crackling of bones was clear. The fragile cervical spine was instantly bent and fractured, causing the agent’s head to loll backward. He looked like a trunk that was sawed in half, his muscles and skin being the only fibers connecting his head with his body.

The agents in the armored vehicle were still pouring out before the body could fall to the ground. Suddenly one agent in the rear realized that his colleague in front of him did not walk forward, blocking the way. When he wanted to charge forward from the sides, a leg came kicking at him from beside his colleague.

Zhou Qingfeng now had two to three times more strength than the ordinary person, and his explosiveness had also multiplied. Kicking an adult was as effortless a move as kicking a child. The average victims of his attacks did not have muscles and bones that were strengthened three-fold, unlike him.

Zhou Qingfeng’s leg landed on an agent’s abdomen. The bulletproof vest the agent was wearing shielded him against this bulldozing strike perfectly, but the massive force behind it was not misplaced just like that. The agent, plus all his equipment, weighed over 100 kgs, but he was still sent up into the air by that one kick.

It was after one agent was felled by a punch and another by a kick to the abdomen when the other agents at the rear realized that the situation was somewhat different from what they had expected. The next agent attempting to charge forward was trapped in the vehicle. He bent down, holding his gun, but then he saw the muzzle of an USP45 pistol aimed at him.

It would be impossible to miss from so near a distance, wouldn’t it?

Bang! A hollow-point bullet flew into the agent’s skull. The force behind this high-power pistol bullet was let out perfectly. The agent’s head, flesh and meat, exploded. His face swelled up instantaneously and flattened almost as quickly before it at last erupted and became a pile of shattered bones and shapeless flesh.

‘That’s what you f*cking get for barging in!

‘That’s what you f*cking get for launching a sudden assault!

‘That’s what you f*cking get for scaring the sh*t out of me!’

This armored vehicle had two doors, one left and one right. Three agents were supposed to come out from each side. According to the police’s early calculations, six fully equipped and trained agents would be able to contain Zhou Qingfeng no matter what.

No one expected Zhou Qingfeng (after he drank the NTZ-49 in accident) to be this totally overpowered entity. He was fast, possessed a lot of strength, and he had superhuman analytic skills. He had killed two agents and injured another in the blink of an eye. That was not the end yet. He burrowed inside the armored vehicle, moving from the left to the right side.

The three agents on the right side were still looking for their target, not knowing that he was already behind them. When the three agents realized that something was wrong and thus turned back, Zhou Qingfeng had already come out of the vehicle from the right door.

Wittier than All, the user would always Attack First!

A close-distance exchange of gunfire was always exceptionally merciless and tended to end on a bad note. No matter how physically skilled one was, he would be unable to bear the consequences if he had been slower only for a fraction of a second. In the blink of an eye, he would be done for, turned to ashes in the midst of the intense battle, no matter how strong he was.

Zhou Qingfeng was already one second ahead of the agents when they turned back toward him. This was a deadly one second. Three consecutive shots were fired. One went in an agent’s head. The second one hit another agent’s shoulder. The last one missed.

‘Sh*t, my terrible firing skills will kill me one day!’

There was another agent in the vehicle. He was in charge of driving it. This agent’s mission was to drive the car inside the building and pause. It was done just like that! His job was that easy. All that was left was to watch his colleagues’ performances.

When Zhou Qingfeng appeared behind the glass door at the main entrance, everyone assumed that he was done for. The ESU of the NYPD was renowned for their skills. The commander of this mission was even leading this team personally, launching a sudden assault aimed at their target. The process of entering the building was smooth, but the next scene was practically a catastrophe—the commander turned out being the first one to die!

This agent sitting in the driver’s seat was waiting for a scene where the criminal knelt down and the police won, but what he saw was his boss being killed by a punch to the neck after he jumped out of the car.

A punch! That was really what it took!

That ghost-like silhouette made their hairs stand on end. His strength was also unimaginable. Scientific training and a body-strengthening diet contributed to the ESU agents’ extremely strong bodies.

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The police officer who got punched to death was 1.9m tall and over 100kgs in weight. It would not be an exaggeration if one said that he was as strong as a bull. This explosive power, one that could bend the strong-as-a-bull commander’s neck by 90 degrees, was simply inhuman.

What was scarier was how this agent kicked the second agent out of the way and shot the third agent’s head off instantaneously after punching the life out of the commander. This dizzying scene was so quick no one could react on time.

When the criminal sneaked inside the vehicle, it dawned on the agent in charge of driving the vehicle that he should take out his gun and fire. The criminal did not attack him, though, choosing to charge out from the door on the other side instead. Next the criminal fired, one shot after another.

Three shots were quick—to the naked ear it seemed like the criminal had only fired once. Despite that, the driver witnessed the massacre against his colleagues: a headshot, a bullet in the shoulder, and… God bless them, the last shot was fired who knows where!

Where was the criminal though? The arrogant, unmatchedly cunning and cruel criminal, where did he go?