Chapter 83 Preset Battlefield

On the fifteenth floor, a closed corridor was dark. There was a faint moonlight through the window, and only a few bloody corpses seemed to be lying on the ground, as well as a dozen tables and chairs and a large number of paper items blocking most of the corridor. These things are flammable.

The external power supply of the building was interrupted, and the lighting relied on the internal emergency power supply. However, Zhou Qingfeng smashed all the emergency lights in this corridor. He was squatting at the corner of the corridor at the moment, carefully taking out several bottles of foreign wine, brandy, whiskey, and vodka from his backpack.

Whiskey is a well-known spirit, brandy is called 'burning liquor', and as for vodka, you can just treat it as pure alcohol. These were all taken by Zhou Qingfeng from the small wine cabinet in the hidden place.

"Hugo, is it really feasible for us to do this?" Mobutu asked nervously, his natural skin color allowed him to hide perfectly in the dark, "The number of enemies is far more than us, in case we burn ourselves What if you die?"

Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a night vision goggle he got from the police. He checked his firearm for the last time, and at the same time he turned to look at Mobutu and said, "Listen, I know you want to escape, you want to get out of here. The farther away the bastards are, the better. Not only do you think, but so do I.

But I want to tell you that if you escaped this time, you cannot escape the next time. You don't live a few more days by successfully escaping, and even if no one bothers you, disease and starvation will kill you. Trust me, the days will only get harder.

All we have to do now is do everything possible to compete with others for a chance to survive. What you need to do later is very simple, that is, when I am in danger, come out and help me. I don't ask you to be heroic, but I ask you to play normally. "

Zhou Qingfeng finally pushed Mobutu and said, "Hide behind, I will call you if you need it."

Mobutu left silently, and Zhou Qingfeng could see his stooped back through the night vision device. Obviously, this black man didn't have much morale. In fact, he himself can't talk about high morale, he just doesn't push it to a dead end and can only work hard.

NTZ-49 strengthened Zhou Qingfeng's physical fitness in all aspects, and even began to slightly improve his IQ and judgment and analysis ability. But nothing can improve his courage, everything can only rely on him to encourage himself.

"God, please make my marksmanship more accurate and feel better later. Because my ammunition is not unlimited." Zhou Qingfeng held the SCAR rifle in his hand and silently leaned against the wall.

The number of gangsters has an absolute advantage. After Zhou Qingfeng cleared the fifteenth floor, he found that he could not clear the sixteenth floor. Because there are too many enemies above the sixteenth floor, and they are very active, he will be killed by a gun if he goes up.

In order to solve this problem, Zhou Qingfeng preset the battlefield on the fifteenth floor, trying to create a geographical advantage for himself, waiting for the bandits to attack. It's just that God knows whether this passive method can be successful or not!

While Zhou Qingfeng waited silently, the bandits who noticed the abnormality were sweeping the floor under their control again. Hearing the cluttered footsteps coming from the direction of the fire stairs, he couldn't help clenching his hand holding the gun - it sounds like there are really a lot of enemies!

With a bang, the fire door on the fifteenth floor was kicked open, and a bandit was pushed in by Yakov. This unlucky pathfinder fell to the ground as soon as he came in, and then rolled over and swept the surroundings with courage.

Bang bang bang... After half the magazine was emptied, the unlucky bastard leaned against a wall and breathed rapidly, swallowing saliva. The reason for being so nervous was naturally the dozen or so corpses I saw all the way from the tenth floor.

Bandits are not naturally bold, they only appear particularly arrogant when there are many people and they have an absolute advantage, and they may not be as brave as normal people in normal times.

And now, Zhou Qingfeng's almost slaughter-like tactics really frightened the bandits. After all, everyone has only one life.

It is impossible not to cherish.

"How's the situation inside?" Yakov asked loudly, hiding outside the fire door.

The bandit who was exploring the way panted heavily and said, "It seems, it seems that there is nothing wrong."

So one gangster after another was forced by Yakov to rush into the fifteenth floor. When the number of companions exceeded 20, they felt a little more relaxed, but only a little.

There are four or five corridors outside the fire gate on the fifteenth floor. At this moment, the corridors are quiet and silent. Yakov held an M4A1 carbine in his hand to supervise the battle at the back, and ordered his men to start searching the entire floor, "Be sure to find him, otherwise none of us will ever think about being comfortable!"

Because of the robbery of a district police station in Queens, Corgan's men were generally equipped with M4A1s. Now the gang of gangsters carried it into the corridors on the fifteenth floor one by one.

"Idiot, don't crowd in a bunch. That kid is equipped with a shock bomb, do you want to be bombed again?" Yakov also wore a police night vision device, watching the movement in the corridor from the back. Now that the police have disappeared, police equipment has become popular.

The bandits did want to spread out, but the more dispersed the formation, the slower the pace of the first few. The front part was slow, and the people behind naturally followed, and as a result, the crowd couldn't be separated. And the quieter the scene, the heavier everyone's breathing.

"Wow..." The leading gangster suddenly shouted.

Yakov asked angrily from behind: "What happened?"

"Yes..., someone died." The leading gangster had already walked to the pile of tables and chairs that Zhou Qingfeng had arranged, where there was a corpse killed by him.

"What are the dead afraid of? Keep looking for me." Yakov shouted angrily.

When Zhou Qingfeng heard this cry, he immediately stood up from where he was hiding, pulled out a shocking strum from his hand, pulled the string, and threw it out.

The sound of tossing the wind immediately caught the bandits' attention. The two leading bandits opened fire violently forward, while the bandits in the rear were running around, one by one. Only at the end of the war Yakov could see clearly in the night vision goggles and shouted: "Idiot, get down!"

With a bang, the dazzling light suddenly lit up in the darkness, and the brightness of eight million candles would last for several seconds with a loud noise. This intensity of light can directly blind people temporarily, especially in dark environments, the effect is particularly significant.

This is the advantage of presetting the battlefield. When to launch an attack is up to Zhou Qingfeng. When the shock bomb exploded, even Yakov, who was far away, could not fight. His night vision device was temporarily disabled due to the strong light. Although he was not blinded, his eyes turned black.

Zhou Qingfeng blocked the lens barrel of his night vision device in advance, just to gain an absolute advantage for a few seconds. When the strong light of the flash bomb disappeared, a group of gangsters screamed loudly in the corridor. He immediately appeared from the corner, knelt down on one knee and held the gun in both hands, steadily aiming at the target and starting a precise single shot.

boom……!

A gangster was shot in the chest, and the soft body armor of ordinary police officers could not block the penetration of the bullet. The bandit fell to the ground.

boom……!

Another gangster was shot in the chest, but the bulletproof vest inserted into the ceramic plate saved his life, but the heavy impact still caused him to fall to the ground.

Bang..., bang..., bang...!

Gunshots rang out, bullets flew one by one, and the frenzied gangsters began to shoot randomly, but they couldn't resist Zhou Qingfeng's precise and ruthless shooting, and the crooked gangsters were shot and killed one by one.

Lying at the end, Yakov cursed his incompetent subordinates loudly. If they spread out obediently, would they be slaughtered like birds? "Ivan, that kid is on the fifteenth floor, I need support, come and support!"

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