the world is at stake

Now let's see, what kind of good things did this guy store up?

Chapter 036 Unpacking

An incandescent lamp was hanging alone in the basement, and the sheep's head hammer was nailed heavily into the gaps in the boards of the wooden box.The thick wooden planks and nails were pried away, revealing what was padded with plastic foam inside.

According to Zhou Qingfeng's expectation, Chen Zhizhong's inheritance should include firearms and ammunition and other practical equipment, as well as valuables such as cash and gold.But when he opened the first box, there were many hard drives that had been dusty for a long time.

Eh... that's hard to say.

Could it be that the salty guy kept the porn movies he had accumulated over the years as treasures?

Each hard drive is wrapped in thick foam, and it seems to have been stored for at least two or three years, with a total of more than a dozen pieces.Some hard drives are quite old, with a capacity of only one or two hundred GB.

There is also a matching hard disk box in the box, with an old-fashioned USB cable.

Each hard drive is equipped with a sticky note, briefly explaining the contents inside.There is time, there are names, there are events, and they are basically things like surveillance videos.

Zhou Qingfeng browsed through it, and summed it up about some nasty things in the American Chinese circle in the past ten years, as well as some scandals and inside stories.

Chen Zhizhong had previously provided Zhou Qingfeng with a document on the relationship network of the Chinese community in New York. He probably used the information on the hard drive to manipulate others and control this network.

There are computers and internet in the basement.

Zhou Qingfeng took out the hard disk piece by piece, copied, compressed, encrypted and cut all the contents inside, and uploaded them to different network disk spaces on the Internet.

It takes a whole day to complete these tasks.

Then he sent the link of the online disk to an email address in his mind, signed as 'Victor'.After sending it, he ignored it and continued with the follow-up unpacking work.

The hard drive left by Chen Zhizhong was useless, and the content was destroyed after uploading.The rest of the boxes also contained cash and firearms, but not much and not worth mentioning.

There is also an autobiography written by Chen Zhizhong in the box, including his experience in Taiwan's military intelligence department for more than 20 years.There are no important things, but there are countless shitty things, and it will be interesting if it is published.

In addition, the nickname 'Xianshi Chen' is really correct, and he also wrote his 'Experience Notes on Custom Industry' after living in New York for more than ten years.From the nightclubs in the Chinese circle, to the porn industry of Asians, to South American girls, Eastern European girls and...

Native American white chicks sold to pay off student loans.

A high caste married Kshatriya lady who came from India to experience the excitement.

A mainland woman who came to the United States with a dream and couldn't survive and refused to leave.

A Middle Eastern woman who entered the United States on a refugee visa and wanted to work to support her husband but couldn't find a job and had to sell herself secretly.

This "experience note" is close to life, with simple writing, detailed content and sincere feelings.It describes the real situation in the market, and depicts pictures of the hardships of women who have lost their way and struggle to survive.

There is a fascinating story behind every enchanting woman, which is very down-to-earth. 'Xianshi Chen' also verified the recorded stories to ensure their authenticity.

This is really filling.

Zhou Qingfeng was amazed when he read it, he couldn't put it down all day, and couldn't bear to put it down when he squatted in the toilet. After reading it, he covered the scroll and sighed, wishing he could take care of those poor people right away, so that they could feel that there is still love and warmth in the world.

After reading it, another day passed, and the email sent yesterday was answered.Just a word on the other side: "Why did you send these things over here?"

Zhou Qingfeng replied: "The original owner of the information I collected is dead, and I don't need it. It would be a pity to waste it. It should come in handy for you."

The opposite replied: "This will not do any good to your current situation."

"I don't expect any good."

"Then why did you send it here?"

"I just want to send it to you."

The email conversation stopped for a while.

After half an hour, another series of verification messages were sent from the other side to confirm Zhou Qingfeng's identity.After getting all the correct replies, the email added, "Can you stop being so naive?"

These words seemed to contain some kind of anger.

But Zhou Qingfeng didn't take it seriously, and replied: "I'm your worst student. No one cares about me now, so I'm not allowed to do whatever I want? The information has been sent to you, how to use it is your business."

Contact ends here.

On the other side of the world, in the national security department of the imperial capital, a young woman in a military uniform sat in front of a computer and wanted to send another message through the network springboard, but found that the address of the other party had been canceled and the message was rejected.

The woman looked annoyed, turned her head slightly and said to a middle-aged man standing behind her, "Director, shall we let the situation develop like this?"

The middle-aged man looks ordinary, but his eyes are old and steady.He shook his head, "Since Zhou Qingfeng has decided to go to the United States, he should have thought that one day he would have difficulty returning home.

Those who do our business are caught in all kinds of chaotic and false information every day.If you lose your footing because of this situation, don't do your job. "

"But in the United States..." the young woman started but stopped herself, "The current situation is indeed very complicated, and there are too many people and departments involved.

Chen Zhizhong was confirmed dead two days ago.Half a month ago, the Chinese community in New York was in a certain panic because of his sudden disappearance.Many people also disappeared.

Now the information sent back suddenly has been confirmed to be basically true, at least the people in the foreign affairs department are very excited about it.They intend to use this to make some moves to deter a group of diehards in the Chinese circle.

As for Zhou Qingfeng..."

The middle-aged man suddenly interjected and asked, "Is he really the worst student you have ever taught?"

The young woman scowled.

The middle-aged man continued: "How was Zhou Qingfeng's grades during the training?"

"He has a very stubborn mind and has never passed several psychological tests. In fact, he is not suitable for this job at all. But he is very good at doing wet work and has a lot of courage, so he was sent to be a 'scavenger'."

The young woman sighed again after finishing speaking, "I didn't expect him to be in such a weird situation for the first time on a mission, completely out of control."

"Looking at it now, this guy can be regarded as brave and resourceful." The middle-aged man smiled, "If he loses control, he loses control. The current situation is ideal."

The young woman looked puzzled.

The middle-aged man smiled lightly at this and said: "We also have bureaucrats here, and intelligence agencies are not trusted by nature. There are so many mothers-in-law on the head, it is difficult for us to be young daughters-in-law.

Zhou Qingfeng, let him continue to be an 'untrustworthy person'.After all, sometimes, we also need someone to disrupt the situation.

You keep in touch with him and let him mess around outside.It doesn't matter whether he is loyal or traitor, wronged or betrayed.I can still bear this pressure. "

The young woman felt relieved, and asked in a low voice, "Do you need to file this matter?"

"No." The middle-aged man refused without hesitation, "There are too many ghosts, so you have to be careful. From now on... Zhou Qingfeng will be your man."

The young woman nodded, understanding what her superior meant.

The middle-aged man felt relaxed when he made the decision, and asked with a smile, "I heard that Zhou Qingfeng wrote you a love letter?"

The woman's expression was a bit ugly, and she just said, 'This guy is not suitable for this job at all'.

But the middle-aged man said solemnly: "It's wrong. It's impossible to follow the rules when performing extremely dangerous field missions. A true genius has extraordinary imagination. This Zhou Qingfeng... looks okay."

Chapter 037 Relationship Network

Manhattan, Judiciary Square, where the headquarters of the New York Police Department is located.Next to it is Federation Square, where the federal government's office building in New York is located, and it is also the New York branch of the FBI, far away from Wall Street.

Bureau G is a new department and does not yet have a dedicated office in New York.After the Newark shooting, Deputy Chief Oliver Harden had to take an office away from NYPD headquarters.

The occurrence of the sniper case caused a lot of shock. The FBI really wanted to take over this big case and investigate it, and push Bureau G's minions out of New York's sphere of influence.

However, there were too many secrets behind the sniping case. In order to control the case in his own hands, Deputy Chief Harden consumed a lot of energy.However, two or three days of investigations in a row turned out to be fruitless, which made him scratch his head quite a bit.

"Where did this Victor go?"

The deputy director stared at the monitor in front of his desk, which was playing a four-to-five-second video repeatedly.On the screen is a man in a New York State Police uniform holding an M14 with a scope, hunched over his waist, and quickly crossing the street.

From the video, it can be seen that the man is quite agile, his steps are brisk, and his movements over the guardrail in the center of the road are simple and quick, as if he is running a [-]-meter hurdle.

This is the picture taken by a police car law enforcement recorder at the scene when the sniper incident happened, and it is also the only picture left by the suspect.Other than that, the police found nothing.

This guy popped up without anyone noticing, and then disappeared without a trace.

The assistant to the deputy chief stood at the desk and introduced the current investigation status in a low voice, "The forensic personnel of the New York Police Department helped us do some trace identification.

Judging from the ballistic records, the deceased Chen Zhizhong was shot twice, from different directions and different guns.Among them, the same gun was used to fatally wound and kill our G Bureau agent, and it should be the gun fired by our arrest target.

As for the other sniper, we haven't even found a trace of him. "

There were two snipers on the scene, which made Oliver Harden extremely angry.

This shows that there must be a huge loophole in Bureau G's law enforcement system, just like the last time Zhou Qingfeng was inexplicably sent to the private prison of 'Floss', and he signed the order.

The former assistant to the deputy director is still in custody, and it has not been found out yet what is going on?

The key now is to catch the guy codenamed 'Victor' back as soon as possible.But the question is where is he hiding?

The assistant further said: "We have mobilized many Asian agents in the past two days to keep an eye on the Chinese community in New York, especially the network related to Chen Zhizhong. But at present..."

The deputy chief waved his hand impatiently, "It's impossible for the target to make such a low-level mistake. If he was still in the Chinese circle, we would have discovered him long ago."

The assistant also agreed with this point of view and continued: "There are many gangs in New York, but there are not many places where an Asian face can be hidden. Unless he has left New York, or has been hiding, or other forces are protecting him. "

"It's all possible." The deputy director racked his brains, hoping to sort out some connections from the clues he has so far.But in fact, he doesn't even know what his goal is going to do next.

What is Zhou Qingfeng going to do?With hatred in his heart, he went to find a financial broker named 'Funke'.

After two days of dormant in Chen Zhizhong's No. 2 safe house, he applied makeup to modify his facial features, and drove a broken Mercedes-Benz to the Bai Riji neighborhood.

Under the influence of the epidemic, this Chinese neighborhood has become increasingly depressed, and the flow of people has become less and less.Originally only the Chinese wore masks, but now some white people are afraid and start wearing them.

The global economy has been greatly affected this year, but the American media still doesn't pay much attention to the epidemic, and they are still talking about Wang Wang, scolding him for not getting out of the White House quickly.

There are a lot of eyeliners in the Chinese district that shouldn't be there. Zhou Qingfeng drove around, and his professional sensitivity reminded him that this place has been monitored.

The vehicles on the side of the road, the pedestrians on the street, and the clerks in the convenience stores are not quite right. They look like trained 'banana people' - the business is so bad, the normal clerks just look at their mobile phones when they have nothing to do. Who would keep looking at the store? outside?

The second-hand 'Mercedes-Benz' drove straight past the Chinese shops in the neighborhood, and stopped at a barbecue restaurant on a certain corner.Zhou Qingfeng glanced around the barbecue shop and couldn't help laughing.

As expected, the municipal monitoring probes around the store were destroyed.

There are quite a lot of people in the barbecue restaurant, and the sound is noisy when you walk in.There are two Middle Eastern faces smoking shisha at the door.Seeing Zhou Qingfeng getting off the car, they grabbed their crutches and hid in the store as if they were seeing a ghost.

Wearing sunglasses, Zhou Qingfeng approached and asked, "Is the emir there?"

"Yes." The 'Middle Eastern Face' suppressed his fear and nodded quickly.

When Zhou Qingfeng entered the barbecue restaurant, a group of immigrants with sunken eyes stopped talking and turned to look over.Behind the counter, an aunt who was in charge of cutting meat pointed to a staircase in the corner and said, "Emil is up there."

When Zhou Qingfeng went upstairs quickly, the customers in the shop continued to talk, as if nothing had happened.

Upstairs was a small living room with carpeted floors and low tables, where a few children were playing.Two young girls wearing headscarves were making tea. When they saw Zhou Qingfeng, their big eyes were full of curiosity.

The curly-haired Emil came out of the back room leaning on a cane. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng smiling at a teenage girl, he said, "These two are my younger sisters. Do you like them? I can marry you. No dowry is required. "

Zhou Qingfeng shook his head, teasingly said: "When will you change your idea of ​​relying on marriage and blood to expand, and when will you be able to truly integrate into modern society."

Emil leaned his crutches against the wall and sat on a cushion, "Although you shot me in the thigh, I found that I don't hate you. We are actually willing to accept some foreign things, but at a slower pace."

"You guys have been beaten up, and you will wake up when you find out that the previous method doesn't work." Zhou Qingfeng took a cup of tea from the girl, took a sip and added: "This black tea contains too much sugar. "

Emil listened to the music and said something to the girl.The girl's face turned unhappy in an instant, and she turned her head and retreated to the corner.

Putting down the teacup, Zhou Qingfeng took out a stack of manuscripts from his arms, "Give this to Ah Yan, let her make good use of it."

The manuscripts are some secrets of the Chinese circle left by Chen Zhizhong. Most of them are related to property and business.

Emil could not understand Chinese, so he put away the manuscript and said that he would send it over.He took out an envelope from his body and handed it to Zhou Qingfeng, "Here is the invitation card and pass you want. It cost a lot of money to make this thing."

"Ah Yan asked for the money. The things I gave are of high value, and she won't suffer." Zhou Qingfeng said casually, focusing on the invitations and passes.

Emil glanced at the bundled manuscript, and asked in a low voice, "Mr. Victor, can you also give us some ways to make money?"

"Is it not good to cooperate with Ah Yan?"

"That woman doesn't like us. My father offered to marry her, and she didn't want to."

After Zhou Qingfeng checked carefully, he put the invitation and pass back into the envelope, and sneered at Emil: "It seems that you guys are really changing too slowly. If I were Ah Yan, the reaction to this kind of cooperation would blow your minds off." !"

Emil was stunned, but still didn't understand where he was wrong.

After putting away the envelope, Zhou Qingfeng turned and left the barbecue restaurant.He's going to Washington, D.C., to make a big fuss.

Author's Note: The virus in the UK has mutated, and the measures to lock down the city have turned out to be like a mass exodus.All the vicious curses of Europe and America are fulfilled upon themselves.

Chapter 038 Female Companion

The mobile phone on the coffee table was buzzing and vibrating.

Satomi hugged a large bucket of popcorn, propped his legs on the coffee table, and sat on the sofa next to him watching anime on TV.She was wearing a loose casual shirt, but because her legs were lifted up, she showed Hello Kitty's chubby legs under the shirt.

The phone kept ringing because no one answered.

Satomi threw a popcorn into his mouth and called out to Lopez who was doing yoga on the floor, "Bichi, your boyfriend's phone number."

Hot chicks wear nothing but sports bras and do the splits on a yoga mat.The plump double peaks and buttocks show perfect curves, and the tight wheat-colored skin is covered with drops of sweat, exuding a hormonal breath that makes men want to move.

Lopez didn't want to stop, he bent down and stretched his body, so that his chest touched the floor, and the pressed breasts were squeezed out of his underwear.She exhaled and relaxed slightly, and asked, "What number is it?"

"It shows No. 17."