the world is at stake

It only took a few seconds to shoot thirty rounds of bullets. Zhou Qingfeng, who emptied the magazine again, immediately drew out the pistol on his thigh, aimed at a security guard who was dodging, and fired several times until he fell down.

When the gunshots stopped, in the front, back and even the surroundings of the living room of the mansion, except for the fire alarm, no one made a sound, no one fought back, and there were only panicked fleeing footsteps.

All the security guards understand one thing, the number of their own side is superior, but the firepower is not at the same level at all.The opponent crushes them all alone.

Zhou Qingfeng stood among the fallen corpses to reload, the crisp sound of the pull handle was like the scythe of death hitting.He loudly shouted in the confusion: "Mr. Peter Zhao, where is your boss Guo Xiao?"

Before the shouting came to an end, short footsteps sounded from the front left in the messy living room.Someone who had been holding his breath suddenly popped up.

Amidst the sound of footsteps gradually fleeing, Zhou Qingfeng could feel that this person was approaching in the opposite direction, perhaps holding a powerful spear in his hand, resisting the interference of the explosion, and squatting close by taking advantage of the familiar environment.

So Zhou Qingfeng took half a step back.

A gunshot sounded from the front left, and a stream of heat from the projectile scraped across Zhou Qingfeng's face.It was a No.12 shot, to be precise, it was a dense network of twelve small lead pellets.

There was a clicking sound of the pump being pulled amidst the gunshots. Someone was like a vicious snake, enduring in the dark for a long time, just to take advantage of Zhou Qingfeng's negligence and give him a severe blow.

One shot after another, this person cracked the wall behind Zhou Qingfeng's original position.He took every step, shooting every half-step very steadily, taking half a step forward with each shot.

The oil paintings hanging on the wall were smashed into rags, the vases and sculptures on display shattered with a bang, and the large floor-to-ceiling windows couldn't resist the bombardment, cracked into pieces, and fell from the sky with a crash.

But after seven rounds were fired, the man realized that he seemed to have missed the target, turned and backed away, and shouted to the few remaining armed security guards: "Cover me."

Another shock bomb was thrown from the corner of the wall, and it exploded before it hit the ground. It not only made a loud noise of more than 170 decibels, but also produced a strong light of several million candela.

Even if you turn your back on it, you will be blinded by the reflected light.It doesn't even help to close your eyes, it feels like the light is streaming in through your eyelids, like the sun at noon.

Under the strong sound and strong light, the imagined cover failed to appear.

However, the noise-canceling headphones and the strong light protection of the night vision device helped Zhou Qingfeng launch an assault against the shock bomb.When he noticed that his opponent was retreating, he immediately followed up, raised his hand and gave the opponent's back a shuttle.

The .[-] caliber NATO rifle bullet has a muzzle kinetic energy of more than [-] joules, easily piercing the target's soft body armor.Those who were shot fell down with a plop.

There were several exclamations in the living room.

"head."

"Peter."

"Oh, God."

But what followed was Zhou Qingfeng's relentless shooting, and the overwhelming firepower caused the remaining personnel to flee and flee.There is no chance of a comeback in this fight.

When the fighting stopped for a while, Zhou Qingfeng walked up to the shotgunner who was hit and turned him over with his feet. It was the little boss here, Peter Zhao.

Three bullets hit the man's lungs and spine from the back, his chest was completely rotten, and he was vomiting blood, but he was still breathing.

Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head and asked him, "Where is Guo Xiao's yacht?"

Peter Zhao didn't answer, he knew he was going to die, so he took a sip instead.

boom……

Then there is nothing to say, go to God.

Chapter 098 Swat Comes

A catastrophe has been wrecked inside the apartment of an $8000 million mansion.

Lamps fell, carpets were soaked in blood, upholstery was toppled and broken, and pillows of corpses piled up.The pungent gunpowder lingered for a long time, and the panicked survivors either hid or fled.

Everything that was damaged was expensive, anywhere from tens of thousands of dollars, and now it was all scrap.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the apartment's living room were shattered, and the whine of fire trucks could be heard from the street outside.This is a well-known hotel-style apartment in Manhattan. If there was a vicious fight, the property management must have called the police a long time ago.

Firefighters came, and a police helicopter circled the roof.The New York SWAT must have also arrived, and it should be collecting and evaluating the situation, and it may rush in when it is.

There was no one to resist in the apartment. Zhou Qingfeng returned to the study, but Guo Xiao could not be seen on the monitor.He pulled up Lopez lying on the ground and asked, "Are you okay?"

"It's okay." The image of the spicy girl is quite embarrassing, not to mention her hair and face, her clothes are in a mess, and there are many tatters.

Seeing the man staring at her torn chest and collar, she laughed and scolded, "What? You tore the clothes when you escorted me here. It's heart-wrenching to see. After the killing, you want to come with me to vent your anger?"

Bitchi!

Zhou Qingfeng pushed Lopez, "Come on, you can leave now.

The elevator is out of service, but the stairs are still fine.The police should be searching from floor to floor, and it's fine to call for help when they meet them.Most of the people who saw you tonight are dead. "

"What about you?" Lopez staggered into the living room of the apartment with high heels, "God, how many people died?"

"Cut the bullshit, there's not much time to waste now. You've got your money, get on a plane and leave America immediately, don't take any chances. I'm not going to help you any more."

Zhou Qingfeng pointed to the fire stairs, but he went to find the monitoring room on the floor.He bet that a rotten person like Guo Xiao has too many secrets, it is impossible to connect the monitoring with the security system of the whole building, it must be independent.

Lopez found the fire stairs on the apartment floor, looked back at Zhou Qingfeng's back, hesitated for a while and asked, "Victor, are we parting?"

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head slightly, and asked back, "Do you have any questions?"

Lopez pursed his lips, "You don't like my chaotic private life, do you? That's why you always keep a sense of distance from me. You would have sex with Satomi in the bathroom, but you never hugged me actively."

Zhou Qingfeng was silent.

Lopez lowered his head slightly, and said weakly:

"I don't really want your money very much, but I know you won't give me anything else. I also want to find a boy to settle down for a long time, but I still can't do it.

I will follow your arrangement, visit Cuba first, and then apply to study in China.But I have a feeling we won't see each other after this separation.

Bye, Victor.I want to say goodbye to you, and I want you to know that I was a good girl too, I just didn't meet you at the right time. "

By the end, Lopez was in tears.She wished so much that the man in front of her could give her a hug, but the last pride in her heart forced her to turn around and leave immediately.

The sad cry sounded in the stairwell, and then quickly went away and gradually disappeared.

Zhou Qingfeng stayed for a few seconds, then sighed and found the monitoring room on this floor.In a small room near the elevator entrance, the videos of all surveillance cameras are stored in a sealed server.

Conventional methods are difficult to open.

But rifle bullets do.

Zhou Qingfeng emptied an entire magazine at the server, sparks shot out from the shot.Just as he was thinking about how to leave, the power to the entire apartment was cut off.

Emergency lights come on.

"Fuck, here we go again. Swat, can you do something new?"

Zhou Qingfeng knew what was going to happen next, he pushed a few heavy pieces of furniture to the fire stairs to block them, then quickly squatted to the side of the French window in the living room of the apartment, avoiding possible snipers, and pointed his gun at the window.

Just a few minutes ago, the New York Police Department, which received the alarm, responded quickly. The 24-hour Swat team was dispatched by helicopter and dropped on the roof of the hotel apartment.

Because the alarm received was that someone armed with explosives and a fully automatic rifle broke into the apartment and carried out a wanton massacre.

Manhattan is the face of America and the financial center of the world. Swat has no time to collect more intelligence and must act immediately to prevent the situation from expanding.

The special police who arrived at the building where the incident occurred set up a rope drop facility again on the top of the floor, and they decided to attack from both sides.One broke through the fire stairs, and the other broke in through a window outside the floor.

Zhou Qingfeng closed his eyes quietly, letting his sense of hearing extend outward.

The sound of light footsteps came from the fire stairs first, and it was the heavily armed special police who were taking their positions.They should have seen a few pieces of heavy furniture blocking the door.

There are marble ones, mahogany ones, and metal ones. Uncle Zhou relied on brute force to carry them, and he just blocked tons of debris at the door.

Needless to say, those Swat police officers must have clicked their tongues after seeing it, and they also had a particularly headache.There is no way to rely on manual handling. All they can do is to change the direction and blast the wall.

On the other side, there was a slight chattering sound from the wall outside the floor. It must be that the gang of special guards were aware that a frontal breakthrough was not safe, and wanted to come in through the outer wall instead.

Since the floor-to-ceiling windows had been broken, the thick smoke in the apartment had dissipated a lot, and the general condition of the interior could already be seen clearly.

If Zhou Qingfeng guessed correctly, the commander of Swat must have been squatting in a building opposite the hotel building with a sniper, holding up a telescope to observe his floor.

Quiet, a harbinger of action before it breaks out.

After a few minutes, Zhou Qingfeng was a little impatient to wait, and the mobile phone he was carrying suddenly rang.Someone initiates a video chat, and it turns out to be Lopez.

"This silly girl, why didn't she throw away the phone?" Zhou Qingfeng still connected.

What appeared in the video was not Lopez, but the street outside the Sherry-Netherland Hotel on Fifth Avenue.The roads are crowded with people and vehicles.

Fire trucks, police cars, helicopters, and a large number of onlookers crowded the road so loudly.

It seems that the spicy girl has already taken advantage of the chaos and ran out.The police are diverting the flow of people, pulling the blockade, and shouting to stop the crowd filming on the road.But there were too many people at the scene, and not one or two were photographed.

"Victor, did you see that? I hope I can help you a little bit." Lopez's nervous voice came from the phone, and the picture she took turned up, aiming at the hotel's dozen-story wall.

It can be clearly seen that there are seven or eight Swat policemen hanging outside the wall with ropes.In terms of straight-line distance, they and Zhou Qingfeng are considered close at hand.

"Don't take pictures of the floor I'm on, take pictures of the building opposite the broken floor-to-ceiling windows, which is higher." Zhou Qingfeng said on the phone.

"opposite?"

Lopez mixed with hotel staff and was escorted out by police officers.She went to the street and found that the unexpected incident had become a hit news.

People all over the street were shooting videos and uploading them to YouTube, so she also took out her mobile phone to shoot.

The screen on the phone changed, and the situation of several buildings opposite Zhou Qingfeng appeared.He directed Lopez to adjust the angle to find an open window and behind it some guy in a black uniform holding a binoculars.

Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated the angle, quickly jumped out of the dodge, and fired a long burst towards a certain floor opposite the floor-to-ceiling windows.

The gunshots caused panic and uproar at the scene, and the crowd fled and fled.Lopez's shoot had to be interrupted.Zhou Qingfeng sent a message to La Niu, warning her to leave immediately, and to dispose of the phone and not to contact her again.

A reply on the phone, "Okay, Victor, I will leave obediently. I love you!"

At the end of the speech, Lopez wanted to send a broken heart.But after thinking twice, she sent a smiley face.

Chapter 099

Zhou Qingfeng estimated a point, and roughly shot blindly towards the floor opposite to him.He didn't know who it was on the other side. Anyway, the sound of the ambulance on the street was louder than anyone else, and it was as noisy as a disco.

On the street outside the hotel building, sudden gunfire caused quite a riot.Police cordoned off all took cover, hiding behind vehicles or buildings.

The crowd of spectators avoided the scene, and Lopez took one last look, taking advantage of the chaos to avoid the sight of the police, and left quietly.

Only a few media reporters are the bravest, carrying the cameras and microphones on their shoulders and refusing to back down. Instead, they continue to arch forward in pursuit of the best visual impact.

Live video feeds are broadcast over the radio to millions of households.

Guo Xiao stayed on his luxury yacht worth 5000 million euros, gnashing his teeth and staring at the breaking news report on the big-screen TV, staring at the landmark hotel building in Manhattan on the screen.

"That bastard, he really went to my house. How dare he be so bold to make trouble in Manhattan, New York? Americans will be completely angered by him."

Guo Xiao was really scalped, and what was even more explosive was that the dozen or so security personnel he left in the mansion failed to deal with Zhou Qingfeng, and were even dealt with instead.

The personal assistant made several phone calls on the deck of the yacht, and hurried back to report: "Mr. Guo, Peter's cell phone is disconnected. I contacted several of his subordinates, but none of them answered the phone.

The hotel reported to us that about 15 minutes ago, a fire alarm broke out on our floor, followed by gunshots.But except for a small number of service personnel who escaped, no one else was seen.

The police responded quickly, and Swat was already in place.All the escape routes were blocked, and that bastard would not be able to escape even if he had three heads and six arms. "

I don't know if he was echoing the assistant or encouraging Guo Xiao, but after he finished speaking, there was the sound of gunshots on the live broadcast.People were running around at the scene, and the police raised their guns to aim at the hotel building, but they looked around, not knowing where the target was.

The behavior of the mob really angered Swat.The situation is serious, and we can no longer indulge in it.On the live broadcast, the special police officers hanging on the outer wall of the hotel acted in unison, kicking off the wall and descending rapidly.

The snipers and police officers ambushed on the surrounding floors acted at the same time.Or blow up the floor glass, or shoot a flash shock bomb, or aim at any suspicious target.

When the shock bomb exploded in the floor, the special police who descended from the cable smashed through the broken glass window and rushed in.

At the same time, the special police on standby in the internal fire stairs also used explosives to break through the outer wall of the floor, avoiding the blocked stairway, and entered with guns.

On the TV screen, the reporter interviewing at the scene held up a microphone and shouted excitedly to the camera: "Go in, Swat goes in. The police acted very decisively, without any hesitation or compromise, attack, attack!"

At this moment, gunshots erupted on the floor.

Countless Americans are watching the news, feeling as excited as the reporters on the scene.

Even Guo Xiao in the yacht held his hands tightly, and his personal assistant shouted wildly: "New York Swat is the strongest special police in the world, absolutely no problem.

Take it easy, Mr. Guo, you don't have to worry.

That kid who dared to show up in public and even provoke the Americans is seeking his own death.He may even be captured alive, and the stolen computer can still be retrieved. "

The assistant was so excited that he wanted to jump up, and asked Guo Xiao: "Boss, do you want to have a drink and relax? Our troubles are over."

Guo Xiao tensed his face, staring at the big screen TV, breathing heavily.

In the apartment floor where the incident occurred, seven or eight Swat special police officers who were roped down successfully broke through the windows of the outer wall.

The effect of the shock bombs fired by the police has not even ended. The loud noise of the explosion in the corridor has caused a chain reaction of damage, and there are sporadic movements everywhere in the room.

Two special police officers in black grabbed the rope and kicked the shattered glass and swung into the house.They quickly unfastened the safety buckle of the rope, held up the 'short spike', and covered each other at an angle of 120 degrees, and the sharp eyes under the hood scanned the surrounding environment.

Just when the special policeman on the left turned his head to watch... A dagger was thrown from the corner of the room, with the sound of piercing wind, it pierced through his wide goggles and pierced into his eye socket.

The special police officer on the right was startled, and quickly turned his gun.

Bang... A .[-] ACP pistol round hit him in the jaw first.The hollow-tipped bullet penetrated the cheek, shattered the flesh and blood, and turned the facial muscles into a paste.

Blood spurted out, smearing the walls.