the world is at stake

The later car also stopped at the entrance of the landfill, and four strong men got off.They looked around vigilantly, and the leader drew out his pistol. Hearing the instructions from the radio in his ears, he searched for cover and approached Chen Zhizhong's family.

About 300 meters away from the entrance of the landfill, there is a slope a few meters above the ground, which is formed by the accumulation of ash from garbage incineration.On the dirt slope, Zhou Qingfeng was wearing a gray-patterned anti-infrared cloak, lying quietly with his binoculars in hand.

The "Hound Dog" of Bureau G who came by car is not terrible, what is terrible is the federal police who are likely to be deployed in a large scale.If the opponent is really ruthless and mobilizes hundreds of thousands of police forces to block roads, no one will be able to fly.

What I hate even more is the police helicopter in the sky. This thing flies around and hovers, which can easily monitor ground targets.As long as Zhou Qingfeng is exposed, he will be finished, so he is also in a dilemma now.

"You have been spotted, go west, don't hesitate, leave quickly." Zhou Qingfeng didn't dare to move, so he could only direct Chen Zhizhong and others to leave.

But the four members of the Chen family, big and small, are too conspicuous.As soon as they showed their heads, the four 'hunting dogs' who got out of the car ran quickly and chased after them.

Alas... Zhou Qingfeng could only sigh a long time.Stretched out a long gun from under his gray cloak, aiming at the fastest G Bureau 'Hound Dog'.

There are a lot of guns in the United States, but the weapons themselves are strictly controlled.It was difficult for Zhou Qingfeng to get any high-end goods, so he could only buy a modified M14 rifle on the black market for nearly ten thousand dollars.

The wooden butt of this rifle was changed to plastic, a quadruple scope was added, the muzzle sight was worn off, and a silencer was installed, which could barely be used as a semi-automatic sniper rifle.

Before shooting, Zhou Qingfeng had to take a look at the helicopter hovering in the sky, choose to turn its back to him, and aim when it was difficult to observe.

There was a soft 'bang', and the [-]mm warhead shot out of the barrel.

The muzzle flame expands gradually in the side lobe of the silencer, which consumes a lot of energy to release the overpressure.

Zhou Qingfeng felt a slight impact on his shoulder, and the bullet had already crossed a distance of 300 meters and hit the target's left rib.

Blood blossomed in the camera, and the guy who was shot seemed to be hit by a battering ram, and his running body fell backwards.

The bullet entered from his left rib, twisted and disintegrated, and shot out from under the right abdomen, bringing out a large amount of blood and smashing his internal organs.

With just one shot, Zhou Qingfeng knew that the man opposite him was hopeless.He quickly retracted the spear under the gray anti-infrared cloak, so as not to expose the conspicuous infrared signature of the hot barrel.

A companion was shot, and the other three 'hounds' fell to the ground immediately.They yelled on the radio, estimating the approximate direction of the enemy from the angle of incidence of the shot.

Deputy Director Oliver Harden wandered around the sky with his earphones, and immediately cursed 'fuck' when he heard the shouts from the ground.He yelled at the helicopter pilot: "Back, back, that bastard is behind us."

The helicopter turned around, and the deputy director grabbed a telescope and searched the ground with wide-eyed eyes.As Zhou Qingfeng thought, he did unite with multiple security agencies and mobilized a large number of police forces to encircle them.

Now the roads are being rapidly blocked around the landfill, and a net will soon be laid.

But the helicopter turned around, the telescope was replaced by a thermal imager, and they observed repeatedly. Except for the four members of the Chen family who were running desperately, they did not see any abnormalities on the ground.

"Damn it, one of the agents was sniped, but we found nothing. The idiots on the ground didn't even hear the gunfire." The deputy chief cursed.

The helicopter pilot had some experience and suggested: "The sniper may have used a silencer, but he can pay attention to the dust on the ground. The airflow from muzzle shooting can easily raise dust."

The deputy chief observed carefully again, but still saw nothing, "This Victor must have watered the shooting ground beforehand. This guy is a veteran."

Author's Note: Biden's election actually happened to coincide with a plot I had three years ago.What a surprise!

Chapter 034 Sniper

The "Hound Dog" of Bureau G who was sniped fell on the ashes-paved road, and the blood drained within a few minutes.He was able to let out a few desperate groans at first, but soon became motionless.

The remaining three 'hunting dogs' were hiding in places, completely losing their motivation to hunt down criminals.No matter how Oliver Harden gave orders in the helicopter, they just didn't move.

The task is the officer's, and the life is his own.

Not to mention the "hunting dogs" hired with money, even the genuine American policemen don't have the awareness of "serving the people wholeheartedly".They basically only do what they can do, and they can disobey orders beyond their ability.

It's just that Zhou Qingfeng is still in danger.He put away his rifle, and while the helicopter hovered in the sky to the blind spot, he quickly moved a certain distance wearing an anti-infrared cloak.

Most of the 1E landfill in New Jersey is actually a green space transformed after landfilling. After Zhou Qingfeng left the ash area, he turned his cloak over and put the green patch inside on the outside.

After the serum was strengthened, Zhou Qingfeng's agility and speed were multiplied, and he was as nimble as a civet cat in the undulating garbage dump, and could leap tens of meters within a few seconds.

On the encrypted walkie-talkie, there were reports from Chen Zhizhong from time to time.Without the pursuit of the 'hunting dogs' from behind, the psychological pressure of the Chen family was greatly reduced, and they finally arrived at the garbage transfer station on the edge of the landfill.

Zhou Qingfeng's broken pickup truck was parked on the side of the road at the transfer station, without taking out the car keys.

But just as the four members of the Chen family happily ran over to open the car door, several police officers suddenly appeared on the side of the road, holding guns and shouting 'hands up'.

Ruined!

Chen Zhizhong was dumbfounded immediately, and the whole family quickly raised their hands.He didn't know whether to sigh or to be depressed, in short, this life was over, and he didn't know whether to go to jail or something else?

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, it's the FBI. They should be reasonable." Chen Zhizhong turned his head and comforted his flustered family members, "You will be fine. Dad will take care of everything. You are all innocent, and you must be fine. of."

Several FBI detectives stepped forward slowly and asked Chen Zhizhong and his family to lie on the ground.

Chen Zhizhong did exactly that, squatting down...

A bullet shot from a distance, piercing his stomach with a whistling sound.

Ah... The screams were accompanied by blood, and Chen Zhizhong fell down with a thump.Seeing this, his wife and children were very sad, and they rushed forward and shouted: "Don't shoot, he has no weapon. He has surrendered, don't shoot. We will not resist."

The shooting made the surrounding police quite nervous, but the one who was shot was the target to be arrested this time. Apart from shouting, they didn't overreact. At most, they looked at each other a few times, wondering which companion fired the shot.

At this time, the second bullet hit, and the snowflakes splashed again, hitting Chen's wife.She had already thrown herself on Chen Zhizhong's back, which was considered to have blocked a bullet for her husband.

This time the ballistics were very noticeable, coming from a distance.

"There are snipers, take cover." The surrounding policemen exclaimed and found a place to hide in an instant.

Chen Zhizhong endured the pain and turned over, only to see his wife was shot in the vest and died on the spot.He immediately grabbed the walkie-talkie and yelled tragically: "Victor, don't kill my family. If you want to silence me, kill me."

The walkie-talkie replied quickly: "What nonsense are you talking about? Who is going to kill you?"

"Who else but you?" Chen Zhizhong asked, a series of realizations flashed in his mind like lightning, and he shouted even more sadly: "It's 'Red Sparrow', that bastard also sent someone."

Zhou Qingfeng was leaving the landfill quickly, when he heard Chen Zhizhong's desperate cry, he stopped and asked, "Where are you?"

"I was right where you parked and the FBI stopped me. But someone shot me from a distance. I was shot, my wife was dead, my kids..."

On the side of the road where the broken pickup truck was parked, Chen Zhizhong fell into a pool of blood, his wife lying on top of him, already out of breath.The two children were caught by FBI agents and hid behind the pickup truck, crying for their parents.

"Which direction did the bullet come from?" Zhou Qingfeng sighed slightly, his voice as calm as ever.

Chen Zhizhong looked at the wound on his wife's back and cried, "It's west of the landfill. The snipers should be on the building across the road."

The sudden sniper attack completely disrupted the deployment of Bureau G. Oliver Harden was safe in the helicopter, but he could only listen to the noisy calls for help on the radio, and had no choice.

Because the other sniper's position was outside the police encirclement, the feeling of being attacked was not good.Everyone has to worry about whether the bullet will be shot from behind.

The attention on the scene quickly shifted to Chen Zhizhong, and Zhou Qingfeng quickly put away the camouflage cloak, revealing the full set of state police uniform underneath.Holding his rifle, he quickly left the landfill and walked to the adjacent road.

A police car was parked on the side of the road, and the officers in the car had received a radio call for help from the scene of the shooting.Zhou Qingfeng came wearing a police uniform and shouted loudly, "There are snipers at the scene, just to the west of the landfill."

Ordinary policemen only carry pistols, and dare not stand up in the face of snipers who can be beaten.After finally seeing a man with a long gun, he was naturally let on.Others can only give moral support.

Zhou Qingfeng's cat, behind the police car, first looked in the direction of the garbage transfer station of the landfill.Keen eyes can clearly see the broken pickup truck parked more than 200 meters away.Chen Zhizhong fell right behind the pickup, but he couldn't see it from his perspective.

According to the trajectory of the bullet, Zhou Qingfeng looked across the road outside the landfill and stared at the row of houses on the opposite side.It was a FedEx warehouse, a very conspicuous beam-frame building.

In front of a group of policemen, he trotted across the road with a rifle in his hand, and under the cover of street trees, he quickly rushed into a residential house on the side of the road.

The residents had already heard the gunshots, and they didn't like the 'police' who broke in, but they didn't dare to say a word.

Zhou Qingfeng only flashed his fake police badge, and shouted: "Sorry, your roof is requisitioned. If there is any loss, the government will compensate you."

On the encrypted walkie-talkie, Chen Zhizhong's condition was deteriorating rapidly.He started calling for help, but was soon too desperate to curse.

"Zhou Qingfeng, you killed me. It's all because you dragged my whole family into trouble. Even if I'm a ghost, I won't let you go."

"My wife is dead, and I'm going to die too. What about my two children? They're not yet grown-ups. I can't imagine what kind of life they'll live in the future."

"Why are you dragging me down? I really came to the United States to retire, why can't you let me go?"

Chen Zhizhong's ramblings are getting lower and lower, and his life is about to end.

But the sound of an ambulance beeping suddenly came from the walkie-talkie.The guy's tone turned high again, and he shouted struggling: "I surrender, I am willing to be a witness, and I am willing to explain everything. Help me quickly."

There was no movement in the direction of the express warehouse, and the hostile snipers may have changed positions.

Zhou Qingfeng climbed onto the roof of the residential buildings west of the landfill with a gun in his hand.As soon as he set up his gun, he saw an ambulance parked near the broken pickup truck. The emergency personnel bravely waved white sheets and were walking towards Chen Zhizhong, who was lying in a pool of blood.

The modified M14 did not hesitate, and filled a round of bullets.

Chapter 035

New Jersey 1E Landfill.

Time went into the night.

Several police helicopters circled at low altitude, with high-power searchlights illuminating the ground.

There was chaos on the police communication channel, the operator of the command center was busy transmitting information on the radio, and the entire police force in Newark and even part of New York was mobilized.

All roads within one kilometer near the landfill were blocked, and the police led dogs to search from house to house.Media reporters stood outside the blockade and rushed to report, and various rumors were flying around the Internet.

There are shootings every day in the United States, but most of them are pistols and the like. It is really rare to use a sniper rifle.The panic caused by long-distance shooting is far greater than that of a face-to-face attack, not to mention the crimes involved in the incident.

At Mount Sinai Hospital in Brooklyn, the nightclub proprietress was also lying in a ward with 'Green Green' Imam Ahmed.The two stared at the wall-mounted TV in the ward, watching the report from the reporter in front of them.

In a corner of the screen, the news host showed the photos and identities of the two deceased, and there were also pictures of the two orphans of the deceased crying.

This is yet another piece of evidence that gun control activists have criticized gun violence in the United States.

The proprietress Ah Yan naturally recognized the "Xianshi Chen" who died in the shooting, and she couldn't help trembling slightly when she learned that the husband and wife were both killed, leaving only a pair of underage children.

Ahmed, who was lying next to him, was relatively indifferent, thinking it was just an ordinary shooting.Instead, he stared at Ah Yan and said, "Hey, woman, I think we can really have a deeper cooperation."

Ah Yan didn't speak, just watched TV.

"You Chinese have a good reputation, are good at business and are very low-key. The crime rate is low, and it is not easy to be suspected and tracked down. The New York police also have a good impression of you, and they think you are model citizens.

Our ethnic group also has advantages, and can be sheltered in the media and politics.We have many people and many channels, whether it is legal or... illegal, in short we can do many things.

But the American police disrespect us very much, which is different from Europe. "

Ahmed talked for a long time, but Ayan ignored the other party's inarticulate Middle Eastern accent.The old man waited for a long time without getting a reply, so he decided to use his trump card, "Girl, I can marry you."

Ah Yan finally turned her head, with an angry expression on her face.

Ahmed quickly defended, "Don't think I'm too old, I'm in good health, I can really marry you. We will become a family, and you will give birth to me. Or let my son Emil marry you, he is a great man. lad."

A Yan became even more angry, and scolded through gritted teeth: "You bastards with heads on their genitals, how did you come up with such an idea? Go eat shit."

Ahmed was very puzzled, "I am a man, and I am willing to marry a woman of your background. You should be grateful. Of course, you have to change your faith and learn to obey after marriage. This is good for us."

Bah... Ah Yan didn't know how to scold her.If she hadn't been forced by Zhou Qingfeng, she wouldn't want to have anything to do with this group of 'greens' at all—according to Ahmed, it would be a great honor for her to be married.

The old imam is still talking about the wonderful prospect of cooperation between the two sides.In his eyes, 'Green Green' is stronger and should naturally play a leading role.The Chinese should cooperate and win-win for both sides——'Green Green' should win a little more.

Ah Yan felt sick when she heard it, wishing she could cover her ears.It happened that her cell phone rang, and after she connected, the voice came, "Sister Yan, we found that Funk. This person is quite powerful."

"Say, I'm listening." Ah Yan glanced at Ahmed, who was still chattering, and communicated with her subordinates in Hokkien.

"We guessed right before. Funke is a financial broker, but his business is quite high-end, and he doesn't respond to ordinary customers. He mainly makes friends with some American officials in Washington, DC, and sends money to the other party's charitable foundation as a lobbyist."

Charitable foundations can be regarded as a major feature of the United States, a means used by democratic politics to make money.Donate 100 million US dollars in the past, use [-] to show off your reputation, and the rest is 'management fees'.

But being able to send money to a big man also requires a threshold. Most people can't find the temple gate with a pig's head, and they don't know how to make a request.

This indirectly shows that Funk's background is not simple.

Ah Yan looked up at the news of the shooting that was still being broadcast live, and after sighing a little, asked her subordinates to send Fun Ke's information.She glanced at it and forwarded it to Zhou Qingfeng's designated mailbox.

Zhou Qingfeng was driving a stolen car, and ran towards the New York port area with the owner of the car.He had multiple mobile phones on him, glanced at the notification that he had received an email, and then stopped to prepare for a transfer.

In the passenger seat was the original owner, a tall, strong black man with a punk shaved haircut and a ghost tattoo on his neck.But he sat obediently like a primary school student, not well behaved.

Zhou Qingfeng arrived near the port area and left with a weapon bag. When he closed the car door, he politely shouted to the black man: "You can call the police."

The black man's left eye was so swollen that he couldn't see clearly, so he could only stare at Zhou Qingfeng with his right eye.Seeing the fierce god leave, he waved his hands again and again and said, "No, no, I have nothing to lose, so I don't need to call the police, really."

Zhou Qingfeng ignored him, walked into the night with his weapon bag, and disappeared quickly.

The burly black man in the car breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone, and rapped to his friends, "Hey, you know? I just met a 'Bruce Lee'.

It was amazing tonight, I was going to grab him and he punched me down.Are you at that bar?I must tell you about this. "

Zhou Qingfeng changed to a taxi and subway again, and made a circle to a single-family house near the New York port area.He smashed the window glass next to the door of the house, reached out to turn off the alarm, then violently opened the door and broke in.

This is the No. [-] safe house that Chen Zhizhong mentioned earlier.In order to deal with various emergencies, the two parties have made many agreed plans.But it's useless now.

At the Newark landfill, Zhou Qingfeng lost the broken pickup, but didn't encounter any major trouble.After Chen Zhizhong died, he withdrew.As for the other sniper hiding in the dark, he didn't care at all.

Safehouse No. [-] is also well-equipped. The refrigerator is full of food, and the closet contains medicines for internal and external injuries and spare communication tools.There is also a second-hand 'Mercedes' parked in the garage of the residence. It is not worth much, it is inconspicuous, but it can be used.

Zhou Qingfeng seemed to live in his own home, throwing the quick-frozen food in the refrigerator into the microwave oven, pouring himself a glass of milk by the way, and turning on the TV in the living room to watch the latest news reports.

After taking a shower, changing out the dirty clothes, and filling his hungry stomach, he went into the basement of the house again, turned on the light switch, and found the relics left by Chen Zhizhong.

That's several big boxes.

'Xianshi Chen' had long expected that he would be doomed one day. His property was not kept in the bank at all, but in safe houses in different locations.

With the safehouse in the 'Olympia' theater enabled, this guy is ready to run away at any time, concentrating his possessions in safehouse number two.He thought he was hiding it, but in fact Zhou Qingfeng had been staring at him.