Chapter 114: The Messenger

"This must be a soft article made by Lena Fox. She is trying to recruit more people. But there are really a lot of people running over. How can I support them?" Zhou Qingfeng was baffled by the 'Warrior Decoration Club', but he I didn't bother to ask over the radio to find out.

"Show this newspaper to other people in the neighborhood. There are so many missing person notices on it, maybe someone can find their family." Zhou Qingfeng threw the newspaper away and called Minsk to the subway station. Time is running out now. It's better not to worry about other crap.

The night is dark and the stars are twinkling.

Zhou Qingfeng and Minsk took sixteen of their subordinates, and also pulled on the 'walker' machine to carry a large number of tools, and headed for the nearby subway station. For fear of revealing their intentions, none of them turned on the lights, relying only on a night vision goggle to detect the road.

There were gunshots everywhere in lower Manhattan at night, and when you climbed to the top of the building, you could clearly see the streamers of various bullets flying randomly. It is true to say that this is hell.

New York's subway entrances are crude, narrow and small, and very inconspicuous. Zhou Qingfeng removed a few ice cream cones blocking the way, and glanced at the entrance. There was a person lying at the entrance of the subway. He looked not young, and he seemed to be holding a... violin in his arms?

"Hey, old man, this is not a place for you to stay. Stay away from here." Zhou Qingfeng kicked, and the old man on the ground quickly got up and apologized to him repeatedly.

It's just that the apology belongs to the apology, but the old man doesn't leave. Instead, he asked Zhou Qingfeng: "Sir, would you like a serenade? I am Joseph Bell, the principal violinist of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra, and I am very good at playing the violin. The tickets for my past concerts will not be less than Five hundred dollars, now I will play for you for free, how about it?"

The old man used questions, but he immediately started playing. More than a dozen menacing wasteland thugs just stood around and stared stupidly.

"Old man, stop! No one is listening to your performance now." Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily, "Get out of New York immediately, you still have a chance to survive. If you stay, you will die."

"But when I leave New York, no one will listen to my performance. I have struggled all my life, just want to play in various theaters on Broadway in New York, and keep playing until I die! I am about to achieve my dream, and I will not give up Yes." The old man was still very stubborn.

"You're going to play somewhere else."

"But other places are not safe."

"Don't you feel that you are very insecure now?"

"But I think you guys have a good temper."

Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to raise his head and sigh: I fucking met a lunatic. He grabbed the old man's shoulders, threw him out of the subway entrance, and said in a vicious voice: "Old man, listen to my advice, there is still time to leave New York."

"But I'm old,..."

"I don't care if you are old or not, don't get in the way in front of me."

At the end Zhou Qingfeng kicked the old man away, and then led the team into the subway. During the whole process, no one around him spoke.

Going down from the subway entrance, Zhou Qingfeng and others turned on the bright flashlights and headed all the way to Chambers Station near the Police Headquarters. There are no overturned trains blocking the road, and the road is smooth. Since the satellite in the sky is still working, after arriving at Chambers Station, Minsk used GPS positioning to select the excavation point in the tunnel wall of the subway.

"Dig six meters up from here, and we should be able to enter a closed sewer." Minsk greeted, and a calf-sized 'walker' stepped forward, and the high-pressure water jet cutter was carried up.

Zhou Qingfeng got a lot of high-energy batteries, which can be used to drive a portable ultra-high pressure water jet cutting machine with a level of 500 MPa. This kind of machine has always been very convenient for drilling holes and demolishing walls. The only disadvantage now is that it wastes water.

"Minsk, you take a few people to control the machine, leave a few people in charge of security, and I will take a few people to go to other parts of the tunnel,

So that no one disturbs us, while the follow-up tools are shipped. "Because Minsk is too boring, Zhou Qingfeng can only give the order, and everyone else obeys.

The entire work of punching holes and demolishing walls was extremely dull, and because we worked under the dark subway, we could hardly notice the change of time. In order to hurry up, more than a dozen people worked in three shifts, 24 hours a day, eating and drinking in the subway, and all supplies were supplied from outside at night.

The first day of construction passed quickly, and a six-meter-long hole was successfully opened in Minsk. The entire engineering team entered a sewer and turned to another communication maintenance pipeline.

But Zhou Qingfeng couldn't stay underground all the time, and the butcher who went out to search again brought back an envoy—the envoy of the Zetas gang.

"Mr. Hugo, my name is Jose. Mr. Los Zetas sent me to bring you his greetings. At the same time, I also formally invite you to be our friend." The messenger is a Chinese with a 'Z' pattern on his forehead. A young man with dark skin like that of Mexicans, and kind eyes.

It’s just that the few bodyguards who followed Joss were not friendly. They wore turbans, homemade tactical vests, six or seven magazines, machetes on their waists, and guns in their hands. Their indifferent eyes always liked Sweep back and forth on a person's neck.

Of course, these guys also like to stare at Catalina's chest and thighs, and they even openly laugh under their breath in Spanish, the tone is extremely obscene.

In order to receive this group of uninvited guests, except for Minsk, who worked in the subway, the other three people in the team were all present. Katerina stood right behind Zhou Qingfeng, and whispered in his ear: "Pay attention to the M67 grenades hanging on the waists of these bastards. They can't be obtained from the police station."

Zhou Qingfeng also noticed the equipment of these guys, and felt that they had found a camp of the US National Guard or the US Army and got a lot of good things.

Joss stretched out his hand towards Zhou Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Mr. Hugo, please accept Mr. Zetas's friendship and become one of us, otherwise you will definitely regret it!"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to stretch out his hand, but Katerina pushed him gently behind him, and then made him make a compromise.

The two men held hands together, which made Zhou Qingfeng feel quite disgusted. The other party's palm was wet and hot, sticky and uncomfortable.

But Joss said very proudly: "Mr. Hugo, this is the right choice. We actually know that you attacked one of our convoys and took away some supplies from Mr. Zetas. Just outside your block, there are already Five hundred powerful Zetas guards are assembled.

If you make the wrong choice, the ending is not pretty. But it's nothing now, you are already an official of the New York Republic, and those supplies will be given to you. "

Zhou Qingfeng let go, frowned and asked: "Mr. Joss, you must also hold an important position in the New York Republic, right? May I know your identity?"

"I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and I am also a humble servant of Mr. Los Zetas." The obscene Mexican man said the name of his leader, and bowed slightly respectfully.

Zhou Qingfeng really had the illusion of seeing a ghost in daylight. The person who just files like this is actually the Minister of Foreign Affairs. What kind of shit is the New York Republic really a joke!

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