the world is at stake

Sophie, you can also take some money and enjoy life in New York.Why do you want to mix with the Chinese?The risk is too great.

As for Satomi, sweet little girl, we like you a lot.But you don't even have a green card, only a poor student visa.It's easier to drive you away than a chicken.

I am helping you.One side is wealth, the other side is catastrophe.Any fool knows how to choose.Advise that 'Victor' well, don't fight against the rich. "

The fat detective shouted from the door, more and more loudly.Wealth and power can indeed put unbearable pressure on ordinary people.

The three girls in the room didn't have much capital to resist.Under the suppression of words, they became more and more depressed, and they didn't even have the courage to speak again, telling the two bastards outside the door to get out.

Simply put, panicked.

Hearing that there was no response from the room for a long time, the thin man outside the door gave the fat detective a thumbs up, and whispered: "Well done, they are scared, they must be scared like chickens and want to find a place to hide."

The fat detective laughed, then turned his tone calmer, and continued: "Girls, I don't want to trouble you. This is all business.

I know you're going to be scared and want to get out of this.

I happen to have an idea, you must have 'Victor' contact information.Tell it to me and it's none of your business.You get $50 afterwards.How about it? "

Considering that the FBI had just left, the three girls in the room had no idea at all, and no one dared to make a sound.

The fat detective outside the door thought he was cheating and sneered.A little girl like him who is an 'expert in the rivers and lakes' can frighten people with just a few words.

But after waiting for a while, there was no sound in the room, but the skinny partner next to him shouted in a strange tone: "Rogge, you'd better look back."

"What's the matter? Didn't you see that I'm busy." The fat detective replied in a low voice: "I bet the fire is almost here, maybe things will go better than expected."

But the thin man's voice didn't stop, but continued a little stiffly: "Rogge, take a look back. Things are indeed going well, and the person we are looking for has appeared."

The fat detective was shocked when he heard the words, and hurriedly turned around and wanted to draw his gun.

But when he turned around, he didn't dare to act rashly, because Zhou Qingfeng, who was wearing black tights, appeared from nowhere, grabbed a pistol and aimed it at his head.

"Good evening, gentlemen. I heard that you are looking for me?" Zhou Qingfeng held his gun and grinned, watching the two white detectives opposite him slowly raise their hands.

"I just wanted to come over to see the situation, but I changed my mind temporarily. Because there was a lot of trouble in Washington, the FBI monitoring nearby left in a hurry to support."

Facing the muzzle of the gun, the fat detective twitched cheekily.He raised his hand and said embarrassingly: "Mr. Victor, don't get me wrong. We just came to send a message. There is a Mr. Guo who wants to contact you."

"I also want to find that surnamed Guo." Zhou Qingfeng nodded, "Knock on the girls' doors for me, be polite. Let's go in and talk slowly."

Author's Note: Knowing Wang has been banned, and all major American social media have banned him from the entire network.He hadn't stepped down yet, he was still the president of the world's largest country, and he was openly betrayed by a bunch of traitors underneath.Even the president of the United States has no freedom of speech, hahahahaha!

Chapter 092 Speed ​​up the progress

When two white detectives walked into the house with their hands raised, the girls' moods were full of twists and turns.

First, she was reprimanded by the FBI in the official name, that is, because Lopez did not shout the slogan "the enemy is on Capitol Hill", so she was not taken to "assist in the investigation".

Once taken away, Spicy Girl's green card might not be kept.

Followed by the white detective who appeared as a villain, his intimidation and lure words were extremely slippery.Ordinary people have a family and a business, and they always have to think about the pros and cons, and they are easily intimidated.

When the girls' emotions were like springs being pressed to the bottom, and their rationality was about to be overwhelmed by panic, Uncle Zhou appeared.At gunpoint, the two white detectives became very polite, almost begging the girls to open the door.

Things got weird inside the house.

The three girls retreated to the corner of the living room, surprised and unfamiliar with Zhou Qingfeng who appeared with a gun.

The white detective threw his gun and mobile phone on the floor, with a frustrated look worse than dead parents.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the two pistols thrown out on the ground, shook his head at the two detectives and said, "Don't tell me, you only carry one gun when you go out to work. Who is this insulting?"

So there were three more pistols on the ground, two switchblades, two bottles of pepper spray, some handcuffs, a pile of magazines, ID cards, a spare small feature phone, and all kinds of odds and ends.

"Satomi, help move two chairs."

"Two detectives, please handcuff your hands together, and handcuff them on the chair by the way, and then sit down safely."

"Lopez, help pick up the things on the ground and find a bag to pack them."

"Sophie, bring me two bottles of drinks, fruit juice is fine, no alcohol. The two guests may be thirsty."

Zhou Qingfeng chose a comfortable place by the fireplace in the living room, and found an armchair to sit down on.He put the gun in his hand and stared at the two white men leisurely.

The girls obeyed his command subconsciously, busy running around.But when Sophie went to the kitchen to get a drink, she grabbed Satomi, who was moving the chair, and Lopez, who was looking for the bag, and whispered, "What should we do now?"

Satomi shrugged.

Lopez threw up his hands.

They all looked innocent.

Sophie bared her teeth angrily, "Be honest, what are you doing with that bad boy? His current appearance shows that he is not a serious person, let alone a legal means."

Satomi glanced at Lopez, and said reluctantly: "I only helped Victor a little, and I did it with him in the supermarket bathroom the day before yesterday."

Lopez quickly answered, "Slut, I haven't asked you yet, is that cool?"

Satomi instantly beamed with joy and beamed with joy.But she quickly controlled it, curled her lips and said, "Man, that's the feeling. Vic is so good, he's just a little bit better."

Sophie and Lopez immediately felt sour, and the hot girl even mocked: "Satomi, your expression betrays you. When you said this, did your bottom get wet immediately?"

"Stop...!" Sophie had to correct the topic, "Our trouble is what to do now? I mean... should we call the police?"

Satomi has no idea.Lopez, who has a collateral interest, shook his head slightly and said, "If you don't wait any longer, maybe the situation won't be that bad."

In the living room, Zhou Qingfeng could hear the slightest sound.When the three girls came back again, he took Lopez's detective belongings in the bag and allowed the girls to listen.

Find the detective's phone, ask for the power-on password, and check the phone's communications and social content.

The fat detective named Roger couldn't bear Zhou Qingfeng's calmness, and couldn't help but said: "Victor, we really just came to send a message.

There is a Mr. Guo who wants to spend 1000 million US dollars to buy the item in your hand.This is 1000 million, which can allow you to live comfortably for a lifetime.Shouldn't this be seriously considered? "

"You might as well say [-] million U.S. dollars. It's impossible to get money anyway." Zhou Qingfeng sneered, raised his mobile phone, and asked, "Who is the person who is in direct contact with you?"

"It's an Asian named Peter." Rogge reported his number. "This person first contacted those illegal immigrants, and then contacted us. He seems to be from the military, and he is very capable."

Peter?

Zhou Qingfeng turned on his computer, searched Feng Ke's leftover mobile phone and Internet information, and soon found Guo Xiao's other 'right-hand man'.

Peter Zhao, a Chinese of three generations, has no Chinese name and cannot speak Chinese.

This man served several years in the US military, fought in Iraq, joined the 'defense contractors', that is, mercenary organizations, and spent several years in the Middle East.

But mercenaries can't actually earn much money, and it's hard work and dangerous.

Peter Zhao was recruited by Guo Xiao a few years ago, and took advantage of his familiarity with American society and the characteristics of Chinese descent to become his security chief.

Zhou Qingfeng found the 'Jarhead' photo of this man when he was serving in the army. He was a burly guy, wearing American uniform, and holding an M24 semi-automatic sniper rifle.

Hmm... a sniper rifle?

'Salty and Wet Chen' Chen Zhizhong was shot down by a sniper on the day he was killed.Snipers are not bad street existences, and this Peter Zhao is probably a wet job.

Rogge not only has Peter Chen's mobile phone number, but also the other party's social account.

Zhou Qingfeng took out a data cable to connect the computer and Rogge's cell phone, and ordered: "Say something to this Peter and ask him to send you a location."

Rogge took the phone and asked suspiciously, "You want to find this person?"

"of course."

"This guy is very alert, and it's not easy to get close to him."

Zhou Qingfeng thought for a while, then turned his head and said to La Niu: "The previous idea was a little unworkable. Let's stop looking for the leader of the Republican Congress, and instead go to meet this Mr. Peter."

He said to Rogge: "Just say that Lopez is willing to provide my contact information, but he must see the money first. 50 is not enough, and 100 million dollars is needed."

Lopez covered his mouth so as not to marvel.

Rogge pondered over this, and then looked at his skinny partner who was handcuffed with him. He still took the phone and contacted Peter Zhao, basically sending a message as Zhou Qingfeng said.

It didn't take long for Peter Zhao to reply.But the person did not give a location, just asked to meet Lopez in New York, and was willing to send a helicopter to pick him up immediately.

"Now?" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the current time, "This bastard is in New York."

The speed of the incident suddenly accelerated, and the atmosphere became tense. Lopez asked in a low voice beside him: "Are we changing the plan?"

"The reward that should be given to you will not be less." Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to elaborate with Lopez.He stared at Roger again, and pulled him up from the seat to compare, "We are about the same size."

Everyone at the scene was full of question marks.

Zhou Qingfeng took a deep breath, turned to Satomi and asked, "I don't have time to make a brand new headgear, but I remember that you have studied special effects makeup in movies. Can you make me look like this fat man?"

Rogge is a 1.9-meter fat man with a fierce appearance.

Satomi looked carefully at the shape of his face, nodded and said, "This man is very fat, and it is possible to fill his face with makeup materials. But I need a long time to prepare the materials, at least four or five hours."

Zhou Qingfeng smiled at this, "I still have four or five hours, and I need to make some preparations."

Author's Note: Today is Chinese People's Police Day.In the book friend group, a grassroots policeman complained: "Other professions have holidays to celebrate festivals, but we celebrate festivals by working overtime." I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to the police uncle, hard work!

Chapter 093 Makeup

Yankees like M1911A1, this deep-rooted love has reached the point of bewilderment.This gun must be equipped with four or five ACP bullets, one shot kills, and the power is strong enough to be authentic.

There are too many gun factories in the United States that produce M1911A1, and there are so many modifications.For example, the seven-round single-row magazine used in the original M1911A1 has too little ammunition, so a double-row magazine is used.

Fat Detective Roger carries two custom-made M1911A1s with excellent workmanship and beautiful appearance. The 12-round double-column magazine makes the handle very thick, and people with small hands can't even hold it.

Zhou Qingfeng also plays with guns a lot. He likes to use small single-row pistols for latent tasks. It doesn't matter even if the power is small, the key is to be portable.

But the next thing we have to face is the task of 'breaking the door', and the opponents who must have enough firepower to fight will run away, and then using the 'clink gun' like 'Glock 44' will appear to be insufficient in firepower.

"The gun is not bad." Zhou Qingfeng wiped the newly acquired 'toy' with a small velvet cloth.It's a bit bigger and heavier, but it's very satisfying.

Roger was handcuffed to the chair, watching Zhou Qingfeng play with his pistol, it was as uncomfortable as if his wife had been robbed.He could only pretend to be indifferent and replied: "Thank you for the compliment, I hope you treat them kindly."

Two 'M1911A1' were accepted by Zhou Qingfeng with a smile, one was inserted in the leg gun pocket, and the other was inserted in the rib gun pocket.In addition, there is a short semi-automatic AR15 hanging on the chest, which was found in the detective's car.

Satomi used a tape measure to measure Rogge's head circumference, arm circumference, bust circumference, waist circumference, and even his thighs.She wanted to restore this size to Zhou Qingfeng in proportion.

In order to support the appearance weighing nearly [-] kilograms, Satomi stripped off Rogge's coat and trousers, and used metal and wood chips as a skeleton to prop up the fat space.

Zhou Qingfeng drove back to Baltimore, and brought back his heavy body armor, ceramic inserts, a large number of magazines, shock bombs and smoke bombs, night vision goggles, explosives, and so on.

He dressed himself tightly, gained at least [-] kilograms and was still as light as a swallow, running and jumping freely.Looking at his perverted physique, the two detectives looked at each other, not knowing how to evaluate him.

"Victor, what are you going to do?" Rogge sat on a chair, trying to find a 'peaceful solution'. "You bring so many weapons, can you start a war in New York?"

Zhou Qingfeng was testing the magazines for the firearms he was carrying.Guns and magazines from different manufacturers often do not match.Hitting and dropping magazines is a terrible thing.

To the fat man's question, he grinned and said, "If I can come back alive, you will be released. If not, you will be dead."

This tightened the skin of the two private detectives.They looked at each other again, and had to rack their brains to remind Zhou Qingfeng what difficulties they encountered.

"You want to replace me to see Peter Zhao?"

"Yes."

"But I haven't seen him, I only have phone contact with him."

"That's great, Satomi's work doesn't need to be too delicate, just make do with being fat."

"Peter Zhao is definitely not the only one around him. There is at least a group of about ten armed security guards, all of whom are trained retired policemen or mercenaries."

"Ten people, it's a bit difficult. Let the enemy be lenient, let's count as twenty. It's really difficult to deal with so many people."

"Do you want to go directly to the enemy's lair?"

"I do think so."

"But with so many weapons, you can't even pass the security check."

"That's a problem. But maybe the opponent is stupid?"

Zhou Qingfeng didn't listen to advice at all.

Satomi roughly changed Rogge's clothes into a shelf, stuffed with quilts and the like, and hung them on Zhou Qingfeng's body in front and back.

"Victor, I sewed it on to your suit, and you can get rid of it by pulling it hard. But because of this, this thing is not very strong, and you'd better not move too much before it is exposed."

The fat guy's clothes and trousers were disassembled into two pieces, front and back, and Zhou Qingfeng immediately became bloated when he put them on.His movement and strength are limited, and his walking is ridiculous.

"Okay. I'll try not to do anything until I see the target."

What was left was to put on Zhou Qingfeng's make-up, stick gelatin and other things on his face, reshape his facial contours, and turn him into an obnoxious obese white man.

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the mirror from time to time, admiring Satomi's superb craftsmanship.

The Japanese girl smiled wryly and said, "In addition to costume design, I also took special effects makeup. I just thought that if I couldn't join a certain theater, I would go to Hollywood to be a makeup artist. Maybe I could meet many stars."

"If you can't find a job, I'll hire you."

"Really?"