the world is at stake

The world is at stakeBy All Eat Taoist

As a lurker, Zhou Qingfeng failed extremely.

Either he bombs Capitol Hill today, or drives a tank on the Champs-Elysees Avenue tomorrow, or hooks up with all kinds of beauties, messes with grown-ups, and is chased for milk powder money.

Such a high-profile, simply failed!

Volume [-] The Exiles

Chapter 001 Interrogation

"Zhou Qingfeng, have you interfered in the current US federal presidential election?"

In the closed interrogation room, there was a lonely light on, one wall was one-way transparent glass, and the tables and chairs were fixed on the ground.The camera is hung in the corner, facing the suspect in the seat.

The Chinese detective in a suit spread out the file and asked questions coldly.

Zhou Qingfeng was handcuffed to the chair, and he yelled indifferently: "Interference? I like Wang Wang's tweets every day, does that count? Wang Wang is depressed and doesn't tweet anymore, which makes me less fun."

"Be serious." The Chinese agent shouted loudly: "Otherwise it will do you no good. Ask again, did you come to the United States with a special purpose?"

"I want to meet some blonde girls with long legs and experience the decadent and backward life style of capitalism. Is this a special purpose?"

In response to this answer, the Chinese detective showed an angry face.

Zhou Qingfeng continued: "I am an overseas student, and I love democracy and freedom. The moment I got off the plane, I could feel the freshness and sweetness of the air here. Could it be that I like the United States?"

"There is evidence that you used forged documents and deceptive means to engage in illegal activities that do not match your identity and endanger the security of the United States."

"This is slander, I have never done anything illegal. I need to see my lawyer."

"Lawyers? There are no lawyers here. Zhou Qingfeng, you don't seem to understand your current situation well enough. We are not the Immigration Bureau, the Internal Revenue Service, the local police, or the FBI."

After a series of conversations, the Chinese agent turned to stare at the prey in contempt, and lowered his voice with a deterrent smile that was not a smile:

"I know you're a big fish, and I know you're definitely trained against interrogation, but it's no use. Look at this place, you should be familiar."

The interrogation room is a monotonous place, quiet, stuffy, and depressing.

The prisoner's chair is seventy centimeters from the table, so don't expect to sit comfortably.The strong light was shining on the front, and it was useless to close the eyes, the eyelids were all bright.

There is no need for excessive violence. The average suspect will be under great psychological pressure after staying in this environment for a few hours, and will take the initiative to ask for an explanation.

The Chinese agent continued; "We are a secret agency affiliated to the Department of Homeland Security, with higher and more direct powers to deal with guys with special missions like you.

This place is specially set up for people like you. If you come in, don't even think about getting out. There are plenty of methods to torture you.As for lawyers?I myself am a Columbia law major, do I need to defend you? "

The Chinese detective grinned as he spoke.

"Sooner or later you will beg me like an animal, and kneel before me, confessing every wrong you have committed, and telling everything you remember.

How long you can hold?Days or hours?Don't forget, you fall into my hands and you will never escape.I am your master. "

Faced with the ridicule of the Chinese detectives, Zhou Qingfeng who was restrained showed panic.He looked around and asked anxiously, "What do you mean?"

"Perhaps you feel that what you are seeing is too childish. It doesn't matter, there are better ways to deal with tough bones. Do you want to experience it?"

The Chinese detective loosened his tie comfortably, unbuttoned his well-pressed suit, closed the file on the table, stood up and shouted to the camera in the interrogation room: "Take this kid to the dark room to refresh himself. "

Ten seconds later, the iron door of the interrogation room sizzled and the electromagnetic lock opened.

A tall, strong white man came in.He was wearing a uniform similar to that of a military police, with something like a baton and handcuffs hanging from his waist. He had a big shoulder and a round waist, and he was sneering at Zhou Qingfeng with a fierce face.

The 'dark room' is a room specially used for torture. People who are dragged into it cannot die, but life is definitely worse than death.

The Chinese detective retreated to the corner, folded his arms and said cheerfully, "It's still too late for you to beg for mercy. Otherwise, you will be beaten to the point of breaking a few ribs, your face is swollen, your body is covered in blood, and you will spit out your gall.

This is just an appetizer. If you haven't spoken yet, there will be waterboarding and electrocution later.Our torture experts here are experienced, and they like challenging hard bones best. "

Facing the strong white man approaching step by step, the handcuffed Zhou Qingfeng yelled, "Hey, hey, get this guy away from me, or I will get angry. I guarantee you will regret it."

The strong white man couldn't understand Zhou Qingfeng's words, and the sinister smile on his face was particularly creepy.He opened the lock of the restraint chair, picked up Zhou Qingfeng with his hands behind his back, and swung his arms to punch him.

The Chinese agent leaned against the corner and said indifferently: "Okay, let me see how you look when you get angry?"

When the strong white man's fist brought out the fist wind, the restrained Zhou Qingfeng's eyes sharpened instantly.He quickly assessed the situation in many ways, focusing on the electronic door of the interrogation room that was slowly closing.

The floor spring of that iron door was about to close.

Zhou Qingfeng's head was thrown back violently, and he slammed into the forehead of the strong white man with all his strength, and he was knocked dizzy with a bang.

At the same time as he got up and hit, he also jumped up, and the hands of the back-cuffed nimbly circled from under the legs to the front.

The head of the hit white man buzzed, and he let out an angry growl. He reached out and tried to grab the edge of the table in the interrogation room to stabilize his body, but Zhou Qingfeng, who was straightening his hands, pulled out the 'Glock' pistol at his waist .

Bang... The muzzle of the gun was aimed at the forehead of the strong white man.The [-]mm hollow-tip warhead exploded a cloud of blood on that ugly head.

The ceiling of the interrogation room was painted with red blobs of brain and blood.

Surveillance personnel behind one-way glass screamed.They watched the imprisoned target go out of control, seized their guns and did not fire enough, and even rushed towards the Chinese agent standing in the corner.

The bloody idiot stood with folded arms, dossier in hand, waiting for the show to unfold.But in an instant, the drama started, but it was different from what he expected.

When gunshots rang out in the interrogation room, the Chinese detective dropped the files in panic and pulled up the corner of his clothes to draw his gun.When his fingers caught the handle of the gun, Zhou Qingfeng, whose hands were handcuffed, turned the gun and rushed forward.

No, no, no... The Chinese detective screamed and gave up drawing his gun, and instead raised his hands, shouting incoherently.

Before the iron gate closed, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the idiot to act as a human shield and walked out of the interrogation room.

There was a white-walled corridor outside. The guards who heard the gunshots rushed over and tried to block Zhou Qingfeng back to the interrogation room, but was hit by several bullets and hid in the corner of the corridor.They yelled into the intercom:

"Main control room, block all the electronic doors in the D2 area, a prisoner lost control. He has a gun in his hand and took hostages. Repeat, he has a gun and took hostages."

Next to the interrogation room is the monitoring room behind the one-way glass, and its door is just an ordinary wooden door.Zhou Qingfeng escorted the Chinese detective, and shot a few times at the wooden door of the monitoring room, knocked off the door lock and kicked it violently.

Audio and video equipment was installed in the monitoring room, and an operator was shot twice and fell into a pool of blood.

Another white man was wearing a police badge, and the gun was said to be standing on the side, but it was found that there was no shooting angle at all.He quickly raised his hand to say something, but just as he shouted 'No...', a bullet hit him in the heart.

"Go in." Zhou Qingfeng pushed the Chinese detective hard.

"Zhou Qingfeng, you can't escape." The Chinese detective cried out, "This is a heavily guarded secret federal prison. All entrances and exits can be closed remotely, and it's useless if you arrest me."

Bang...a gunshot was Zhou Qingfeng's answer.

"Ah...damn it, what did you do? You smashed my hand." The Chinese detective shouted even more horribly, and he was shot in the palm of his hand.

Zhou Qingfeng knelt down the Chinese detective on the ground, and found the key to the handcuffs from the corpse wearing the police badge.He freed his hands with the key in his mouth, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "I said, you will regret it."

Chapter 002 Rampant

There were shouts one after another outside the corridor, and the guards of the secret prison were covering each other and leaping forward alternately.You don't need to see it with your own eyes, just hear the hurried footsteps to imagine that they are coming in full armor.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was freed from the handcuffs, quickly collected the guns and ammunition on the corpse, grabbed a walkie-talkie, turned around and escorted the Chinese detectives to leave the monitoring room.

The idiot held his bleeding hand, weeping and cursing for a while.When he went out, he shouted outside: "Don't shoot, I'm Agent Bob from the Department of Homeland Security, and I'm being held hostage."

At the corner of the corridor, several white guards squatted with long and short firearms, aiming at the monitoring room.They reacted very quickly, and they were in position in less than a minute, accepting the command of the main control room of the prison through the radio.

Zhou Qingfeng pushed the Chinese agent to the door, and shot out from the gap in his back, and the wall debris at the corner of the corridor a few meters away was flying.

A white guard dodged bullets but was injured in the eye by debris.He cursed and shouted to the companion behind him: "Fuck that son of a bitch."

The companion held an M4A1 carbine in his hand and shouted loudly: "The suspect has a hostage in his hand."

The white man who was splashed shouted: "Whatever it is, that's a yellow-skinned pig, let's dry it to death together."

The white guard with an M4A1 took a shock bomb from his waist, pulled the string and threw it out across the corner.

He planned to wait a few seconds before hearing the deafening explosion, and then stick the muzzle of the gun out of the corner, and emptied the entire magazine in a 'sudden' towards the opposite corridor, ensuring that no one on the other side would survive.

The moment the shock bomb was thrown out, Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the Chinese detective as a shield and quickly ran backwards to the other end of the corridor.

The shock bomb spun on the ground and was about to explode in two or three seconds.It can cause the target within a few meters to lose the ear vestibule in the loud noise, and fall to the ground in a daze.

In just one breath, Zhou Qingfeng took off the pass card from the Chinese detective's chest, swiped it towards the side of the blocked corridor door, and at the same time pressed his head in front of the pupil and eye pattern verification lens of the card reader.

The double verification passed quickly, the red light on the door frame representing the ban immediately turned green, and the automatic door made of alloy steel opened smoothly.Zhou Qingfeng rushed over to the main control room before regaining control.

The moment the automatic door closed again, the shock bomb exploded in front of the door, the walls, doors and windows were falling dust, and the entire building shook with a loud noise.

The dense bullets then punched out bumps on the thick metal door panel.

After the magazine was emptied, the shock passed, and the white guards in the D2 area rushed out from the corner.But no matter how they searched, nothing was found in the corridor, and the suspects and hostages who had been trapped here seemed to have disappeared.

"Damn it, the idiot Bob has a high-level access card, that bastard went to the D3 area."

The white guard who led the team quickly figured out the reason, and cursed angrily, "The suspect knows our situation very well, and he was probably caught by us on purpose. But why is he here?"

The secret prison is surrounded by power grids and towers, and inside is a zigzag multi-storey building.The above-ground parts of the building are connected by corridors. D3 and D2 have a similar structure and are also part of the circular corridor.

Some automatic doors can be opened by a high-level access card, but some electromagnetic doors must be opened by the prison guards inside.

For these electromagnetic doors, Zhou Qingfeng inexplicably had strips of soft plastic explosives in his hand.

These were all removed from the collar, belt, and trousers of the white police officer who was killed in the monitoring room.Among them, the buttons on the clothes crushed the shell, exposing the electric detonator hidden inside.

Before the operation started, the situation in the prison was ascertained, and certain items were dropped off at designated locations, specially prepared for passing the prison security check.

Idiot Bob was still moaning and holding his bleeding hand.He lowered his head, his eyes rolled wildly, and after looking at it for a while, he took the initiative to ask, "Zhou Qingfeng, you were arrested on purpose, right?"

Zhou Qingfeng did not speak. After arranging a piece of plastic explosives, he lightly pressed an electric detonator to start the countdown and inserted it into the explosives.He distanced the Chinese detectives, and a few seconds later the electric detonator triggered the explosion of the explosives.

With a muffled bang, an electronic lock on an iron fence was blown open.

Zhou Qingfeng pushed the Chinese detective forward again, and whispered in his mouth: "Next time you catch someone like me, you have to be very careful."

Behind the electronic lock, the two prison guards stayed in the guard room protected by the explosion-proof glass, watching Zhou Qingfeng barge in as if he had entered no one's land.One of them grabbed the walkie-talkie at hand and was about to report the current situation, but saw...

Zhou Qingfeng knocked out several monitoring probes in the D3 corridor with several shots, and then stuck the plastic explosives on the explosion-proof glass windows, and shouted: "Open all the electronic locks in the D3 area, or I will blow the glass and come in person."

After a few centimeters of blast-proof glass, it is difficult for bullets to penetrate, but it cannot hold explosives.The guard behind the glass immediately shouted: "No, stop, I'll open it for you."

There was a row of control consoles and monitors in the guard room. The guards inside watched Zhou Qingfeng put explosives on the glass windows, place electric detonators, and immediately walked quickly to open the door.

As the guard pressed the switch on the control console, the electronic locks in the entire D3 area clanged sequentially.The relay in the lock head is energized and loosened.The entire corridor becomes unobstructed.

It was not enough to complete these, Zhou Qingfeng continued to threaten: "Use your guns to destroy the console and all the monitors."

The guard behind the glass drew his gun and complied. A dozen bullets sent sparks from the console and monitor, and the equipment was completely scrapped.

"Good job, stay in your territory, don't come out and kill yourself." Zhou Qingfeng turned around and left with the Chinese detective in satisfaction.

While he was leaving, the guard's intercom transmitted intensive inquiries from the main control room, requesting to report the latest situation of the riot suspect and prevent him from continuing his activities.

The two guards behind the glass looked at each other.A few seconds later, one of them shot and smashed the walkie-talkie, saying to the other: "Our walkie-talkie is broken too, isn't it?"

Another person nodded, "Yes, under the threat of the suspect's explosives, we lost contact with the main control room and did not receive an order to leave the guard room."

At this time, Zhou Qingfeng had already reached the end of the D3 corridor, opened a fire door with the access card of the Chinese detective, and entered the prison stairwell.

The veins on Idiot Bob's forehead twitched.Zhou Qingfeng's smooth action process gave him a huge shock.In order to survive, he asked again: "What do you want to do? Can I help you? I am familiar with this prison."

"A week ago, your secret service team captured a Russian biochemist in California. Tell me, where is he?" Zhou Qingfeng finally asked.

"Alexey Goldman?"

"Yes, where is he?"

"He's in the medical room of the prison, on the second floor of Area A."

Zhou Qingfeng, who was running quickly in the stairwell, stopped immediately, and put his gun against the head of the Chinese detective, "He's not in the cell in C4? Why is he in the medical room?"

The idiot Bob's body trembled a little, so he calmed down first.

A conversation between prison guards and the main control room was heard on the stolen walkie-talkie.

Zhou Qingfeng was able to learn about the enemy's general subordinates from the dialogue, and chose the way forward avoiding the most important ones, and wiped out every surveillance probe he saw.Five or six of the guards seen along the way were dead.

Listening to the chaotic and noisy voice on the walkie-talkie, the Chinese detective cursed the white guard for being stupid like a pig.The latter did not take advantage of the number of people, but stuck to the districts, waiting for the prison supervisor to mobilize more manpower before arresting them.

This means that Zhou Qingfeng, who is vicious and vicious, cannot be controlled in a short time.

The Chinese detectives had to find a way to protect themselves, "We wanted to pry Alexey's mouth open as soon as possible, and sent him to the dark room for interrogation several times. Those torture experts tortured him to the brink of death, so they had to send him to the hospital room for treatment."

This is the worst situation, but it's better than running hard to the prison in the C4 area and can't find anyone.

Zhou Qingfeng, who had a special mission, immediately changed the direction of the Chinese detective, and said in a low voice: "You better have some value, otherwise the bullet will smash your head in the first place."

Chapter 003 Underground

Langley, Virginia, CIA headquarters.

And within dozens of kilometers of the Langley headquarters, there are also many secret agencies under the Department of Homeland Security.This can be regarded as a historical feature of the United States before the founding of the United States-law enforcement agencies are plentiful.