the world is at stake

Zhou Qingfeng only felt that the two sides were talking about the wrong things, and Zhou Qingfeng only felt that it was very noisy.After wasting half an hour like this, he waved his hand to stop the two parties from continuing to talk nonsense, and said: "There are people coming downstairs, and there are quite a few of them."

Before he finished speaking, he could already hear the sound of footsteps beating like drums, and he was quickly approaching the floor where the nightclub was located.It was scary to hear that sound.

The proprietress only brought two or three men with her, and there was no way to escape, her face turned pale in an instant.Emil's eyes were bright, and his eyeballs looked around, as if he saw hope.

Zhou Qingfeng got up slowly, drew his gun and walked to the stairs.

A few young 'Lulu' grabbed their pistols and rushed up the corridor yelling.I don't know if this fanfare is to scare people or to embolden myself. Anyway, it seems that they are afraid that their opponents will not know that they are coming.

This is obviously to retaliate for the setback just now.

Just as the 'Lulu' who came to help appeared on the stage recklessly, Zhou Qingfeng, who was standing on a high place, also walked down the stairs.He fired a shot almost every step he took, and the bang bang sounded very regularly.

The .22LR bullets are really small, and the explosion caused by the gunfire is not loud, just like the sound of firecrackers.

Every time a shot is fired, the young 'Lulu' rushing up will scream.The bullets were so accurate that they were almost always shot in the arm holding the gun, making it difficult to hold the weapon.

The part where the gun was shot felt as if it had been hit hard by a hammer, and it was instantly weak and could only hang down.

The moment the gun falls, the person who is shot will turn around.Crouching, falling, fleeing, or even losing combat power in a panic, rolling down the stairs has become an obstacle and burden to the companions.

The corridor became more lively.

After the first two or three people fell down, the 'Green Green' who was following the attack was contained.The screams of their companions made them puzzled, and the narrow corridors had no room to play, so they had to turn around again.

Zhou Qingfeng went down step by step, and half of the ten rounds of magazines were not used up.He kicked away the fallen firearms with his feet, or kicked down the shot 'Green' one by one.

Shouts of whoops echoed throughout the old apartment.

The 'Green' who rushed into the corridor was aggressive, there were 30 people, but not all of them had guns, and many of them only brought sticks and the like.

Now the people in front want to retreat, and the people behind are still pushing upwards, so they can only block the corridors and become living targets.

The brisk gunfire continued.When one magazine was finally finished, the 'Green' underneath was already howling and screaming.

Many people were shot in the thigh and fell down on the corridor, watching a tall figure walk slowly beside them with tears in their eyes.And they can only look up their heads, as if watching a night-walking demon, appearing extremely helpless and weak.

A large group of 'Green' came, and half of them fell down on the narrow stairs leading to the nightclub.Most of the rest still escaped, screaming in the dark like chickens and ducks thrown out of their nests in panic.

There was also an elderly 'green' old man standing downstairs, accompanied by guards with guns.They had no idea what was going on, and just stood still out of face.

Waiting for the escaped 'Green' to disperse, gunshots sounded again at the entrance of the dark corridor, and several bullets were fired rapidly, knocking down all the last 'Green' standing.

From this point of view, this counterattack, which was originally a surefire counterattack, hit the iron plate and completely failed.

The screams resounded throughout the block, and the surrounding residents did not dare to fart. They could only listen to the gunshots and desperately dialed 911 to report a large-scale "gangster fight" in the block, hoping that the police would come to calm the situation as soon as possible.

The police in the United States are a very interesting group, and they are completely different from the people's police in mainland China.Not to mention 'Gangster Rush', they might still come and see it.If mentioned, they will only come to collect the corpse.

The older 'Lulu' was also shot in the thigh, panting heavily, struggling to get up.But his collar was tightened, his hands were off the ground, and he was being carried and dragged on the ground like a piece of cargo.

Just like that, Zhou Qingfeng carried a person into the corridor, stepped on the screaming 'green' miscellaneous fish, and returned to the nightclub several floors above.He threw old 'Lulu' heavily on the floor, and sighed:

"Okay, things should stop here."

The proprietress Ah Yan was in extreme shock. She thought that Zhou Qingfeng should have some skills, but she didn't expect this kid to be so powerful.She wanted to say something...

As soon as Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand, the proprietress immediately shut up.

"I don't want to care about your grievances, and I won't continue to intervene in your subsequent disputes. As long as you do one thing for me now, I will find a guy named 'Ike Feng' in English.

The man had been the owner, or at least the middle owner, of dozens of properties in New York.I have very limited information about this person. I don't know whether he is a man or a woman. I only know that he is related to "King Heng Global Investment" and I know this person's bank account number. "

Zhou Qingfeng took out a printed document from his pocket and threw it on the chair he had been sitting on.

"I know that you have deep conflicts and belong to completely different ethnic groups. It is basically impossible to coexist harmoniously. But I also know that you all have your own networks, and mobilization is still quite powerful.

Now I hope you can overcome some difficulties and work hard to cooperate.Help me find this 'Ike Von', I would be very grateful and I owe you a favor.

Believe me, it is better for me to owe you favors than for you to owe me favors.This will be of benefit to you, and speaking out is a guarantee.

Of course, you can also choose not to help, or even go to the police, or even make trouble secretly.This will draw my wrath and I will slaughter you all.

I have shown my abilities, please do not underestimate my anger.

Whether you are happy or unhappy.Now give you 5 minutes to ask me questions. In 5 minutes, I want you to move, move with urgency, and be driven by me. "

Zhou Qingfeng stood in the middle of the hall of the nightclub, spreading his arms as if to give a hug, but his cold eyes were piercingly cold.He glanced at the people in front of him and asked, "What do you think?"

Chapter 032 Accident

Five minutes later, Zhou Qingfeng left.

In the lobby of the nightclub, the proprietress Ayan and the imam 'Green Green' Ahmed are disgusted by each other, wishing they could bite each other to death immediately.

They are the bottom of American society.

On one side is a pimp, who runs a nightclub on the surface, but is actually a brothel madam.

On the other side is the group leader of gangsters, who survives by stalking, seducing the strong and bullying the weak.

Neither side is a good person, no one is more noble than the other, and their ideas and interests are even more tit-for-tat.

But Zhou Qingfeng stood up and forcibly glued the two together, asking them to complement and help each other, digging corners of American society together, and cooperating for a win-win situation.

This matter will definitely not work out—but if it doesn’t work out, the two families will die.

Forget about Ah Yan, the Chinese community has never had much force, and they are bullied like fish belly.It hasn't changed in 200 years.

'Green Green' is poor, they are in the lowest class of scavenger-eaters.

Zhou Qingfeng's last sentence before he left - find that 'Ike Feng' for me within three days, if you can't find it, don't crowd out the living space in this world.The world is a better place without you.

Ayan and Ahmed were carried to the hospital. Passing the corridor of the nightclub, there were young "Lulu" crying with hands and feet in their ears, and the blood on the ground was shocking.

The "Lvlu" who had just moved to the Beiruiji neighborhood was Bailai, and Zhou Qingfeng sent a dozen young adults to the gunshot wound department of the hospital.This can be regarded as a blow to the head, and it is impossible to accept it.

Whether it is the young Ahmed or the naughty and experienced Ayan, they all know that they are meeting unreasonable people.When the two entered the hospital, they had to lie on two beds side by side, enduring various discomforts, and working together to find someone.

Ike Feng, this is a real name, at least a real name that can register real estate with government agencies, handle bank accounts, and have a social security number.The name sounds Chinese.

According to the information given by Zhou Qingfeng, Ahmed tried every means to contact the "green" staff working in the government and check the official database, such as real estate registration information.

As long as you have permission, and you don't check any special people, the official database will give you the fastest feedback. The relevant information of 'Ike Feng' appeared on Ahmed's cell phone after several phone calls.

"54 years old, Chinese, holding a US green card, applying for a visa in the name of doing business, has industries all over the United States. This person should be a financial broker."

Ahmed is very proud of the response speed of his network. After all, the population base of the Green Sect is there. Many "green" can enter the government, and the positions are not low, and they are relatively grouped.

But Ahmed didn't know who 'Ike Feng' was, let alone the other party's current address and contact information.Although he has obtained the file of this person, including the photo.

The file was given to Ah Yan, and she did not recognize the middle-aged Chinese face on the phone screen.But it doesn't matter, she doesn't know it, so someone does.

The Chinese circle is very small, and no matter how low-key the financial brokers are, it is impossible to hide and avoid contact with outsiders.Ah Yan carefully sent the name and photo of 'Ike Feng' to ask, is there such a person?

This kind of query is slow, and relevant information is only circulated in relatively closed and reliable channels.But only after more than ten hours, sporadic information began to be fed back to A Yan's mobile phone.

There is indeed such a person, whose real name is Feng Ke, who originally worked in a mainland enterprise.Because of domestic anti-corruption in recent years, he was involved in several cases and had to flee abroad.He was not on the 'red notice list' as there was no conviction.

After going abroad, this person is relatively low-key, mainly serving those wealthy Chinese and fleeing corrupt officials, and has little contact with the bottom-level Chinese. Instead, he has a wide range of contacts in the American political and business circles.

These situations were fed back and summarized one by one, and finally passed to Zhou Qingfeng.He is quite satisfied with the efficiency of the cooperation between the two, and the next step is to find out where this 'Funke' is now?

That's a little harder.

Feng Ke has a strong anti-reconnaissance awareness, no fixed place, no family around him, and the mobile phone number for public contact is often changed.Even when staying in a hotel, he used a fake name to book a room.

Moreover, this guy has never seen strangers, it is difficult to approach him, and he is very vigilant.

Zhou Qingfeng was more and more interested in this information.According to Chen Zhizhong's sketch, Feng Ke is not a "cardinal", but he must be an important person around the "cardinal".

Ayan and Ahmed asked for a few days of grace. They planned to expand the search network and search from more channels.For example, expanding from the Chinese circle to the Asian circle, or making deeper use of the relationship of "Green Green" in the government.

Zhou Qingfeng agreed to extend it to five days, but on the fourth day, an accident happened.

Chen Zhizhong, who was hiding in the 'Olympia' theater, suddenly called and asked for help nervously: "Victor, come and help me. I'm being targeted."

'Salty Wet Chen' is still useful.Zhou Qingfeng couldn't ignore his crisis.

"Where are you?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

"I just got out of the theater in my car and was heading down Broadway to Safe House 2."

Chen Zhizhong's teeth could be heard chattering on the phone, he was very nervous.

"Victor, please. My whole family is in the car, please help."

Zhou Qingfeng frowned and asked, "How did you expose it?"

This question almost made Chen Zhizhong cry.He was already very careful, very careful, but still fell short.

"My daughter is not sensible, she ran to browse her boyfriend's twitter. She said she didn't do anything, just look. I believe she didn't, but..."

But the access IP was tracked.

This kind of thing is easy for Bureau G.As long as Chen Zhizhong's family is listed as a monitoring target, everyone related to his family will be monitored.

It takes only a few seconds to check the address along the IP.

The girl's crying could be heard on the phone, and Chen Zhizhong kept begging.He found that the situation was wrong and ran away immediately, but it is conceivable that the 'hunting dogs' of Bureau G should be behind him.

"When I escaped from the theater, I saw a suspicious vehicle approaching the theater. They only need to check the road surveillance to catch up with me. Victor, please help me. I can't escape without you."

Zhou Qingfeng could imagine the urgency of the situation, he thought for a moment and said: "Throw away all the electronic equipment on your body, and don't go to No. 2 safe house. Come to me."

"you sure?"

"I'm sure."

Chen Zhizhong hung up the phone and threw the phone out of the car window.He stepped on the accelerator and accelerated, heading toward Newark, northwest of New York.He didn't have Zhou Qingfeng's ability to hijack a car halfway and disturb his sight, so he could only run wildly all the way.

Zhou Qingfeng was in the rented safe house in Newark, quickly took out the weapon bag from the closet, put on the mask and hat, went out and started the old pickup with a fake license plate, and set off on the road with a rumble.

At the same time, a light police helicopter drilled out among the skyscrapers of Manhattan and stared at a prop transport vehicle on the ground.

Oliver Harden, deputy director of Bureau G, wore a communication headset, looked down from the glass porthole of the helicopter, and said with a smirk: "Run, run. Take me to find that Victor, dead or alive, I will Both."

In such an urgent situation, the possibility of saving the four members of the Chen family is actually very slim.

Chapter 033 Landfill

Newark, New Jersey is adjacent to New York, with a population of more than 30, making it the largest city in the state.With just such a few people, it actually ranked 24th in the most dangerous city in the United States selected by the FBI.

You must know that New York is so messy that it didn't make the list.

But Zhou Qingfeng likes places where violent crimes are extremely rampant.

The surveillance on the streets here is basically destroyed, the police force is weak, and there are no patrolling police cars in the dark. Robbery, rape and vicious attacks happen all the time.

It's really suitable for bad guys to survive.

Chen Zhizhong's family of four is a burden. After settling down in the "Olympia" theater, they stopped running around.They want to escape from the United States, but they dare not show up in public.

Zhou Qingfeng would not live with such a burden, he has several places to live in New York.Except for the three girls in Brooklyn, he lived mostly near Brook Park in Newark,

Hearing Chen Zhizhong's plea for help, he put on his weapon bag, hurriedly left the apartment where he lived, and drove his broken pickup to the scheduled meeting point - the 1E landfill in New Jersey.

Chen Zhizhong lost communication equipment such as mobile phones, but kept an encrypted walkie-talkie.He hurriedly drove the prop car of the theater, approached the landfill, and kept calling Zhou Qingfeng on the preset channel, his tone extremely anxious.

Basically, strangers are not allowed to enter the landfill, and irrelevant vehicles will not drive in casually.On the road leading to the landfill pit, several large removal trucks were parked, carrying the incinerated ash.

The prop car chose to park on the roadside of the landfill, and the four members of the Chen family jumped out of the car in a hurry, but they didn't know where to go?Chen Zhizhong took the whole family and stood in the shadow of a truck, and kept pressing the intercom to call.

"Heard an answer, Victor. I've reached the landfill. Where's the car you got me?"

The call button had to be pressed almost every five seconds, and the whole Chen family was terrified and restless, and the seconds felt like years.After experiencing the attack at the red light intersection last time, they have long been afraid of any abnormalities around them like frightened birds.

After waiting anxiously for about three to five minutes, Zhou Qingfeng's voice came from the intercom, "Go to the garbage transfer station west of the landfill. There is an old pickup truck parked by the side of the road. You can leave in the pickup truck."

Upon hearing the instructions, the Chen family immediately walked westward on foot.

The intercom continued: "Don't run too fast, and don't panic, keep your strength. Otherwise, you will be exhausted halfway through the walk. Today's troubles are quite big, and you have to be mentally prepared."

"It's a big trouble" has multiple meanings, and Chen Zhizhong's heart tightened when he heard it.He knew that Bureau G was not the only one chasing him now, maybe Zhou Qingfeng would abandon him if he found out that he couldn't escape.

There are many ways to 'give up'.

At the entrance of the landfill, two very ordinary cars drove in at a slow speed.

Chen Zhizhong saw the vehicle approaching from a distance, and the speed that had slowed down immediately accelerated.The family, hand in hand, made their way through several piles of rubbish and ash, trying to escape.

"Victor, someone is here. Those must be the 'hunting dogs' from Bureau G." Chen Zhizhong pressed the intercom in a panic and shouted.

"I saw it, you keep moving forward." Zhou Qingfeng was hiding somewhere in the landfill, his voice on the walkie-talkie was extremely calm, "Not only vehicles are chasing you, but also helicopters."

Helicopter?

Chen Zhizhong hurriedly raised his head and looked up. The light helicopter a few hundred meters above the ground was just an inconspicuous dot, and it was impossible to see it without careful observation, and it was easy to ignore the roar of the rotor.