the world is at stake

There were constant gunshots at the scene, and indeed many protesting 'rednecks' were shot dead, and their bodies were scattered on the steps on the west side of the Capitol.

In addition, there are a large number of 'red necks' who were beaten up by the soldiers of the guards, their noses and faces swollen, and they cried loudly.

On the streets farther away, Zhou Qingfeng could see armored vehicles carrying soldiers, and even M1A2 'Abrams' tanks.

"The National Guard came early?" Zhou Qingfeng was very puzzled, "What went wrong?"

While in doubt, the phone that hadn't been connected just now rang.

After connecting, Rogge shouted nervously: "Victor, are you still in the Capitol? Have you seen those National Guards?"

"I see." Zhou Qingfeng found himself completely blocked, "These guys are actually shooting to suppress the riot, and they are doing it under the watchful eyes of a large number of media and aerial drones."

"Because they're not really the National Guard."

Rogue yelled: "These guys are definitely camouflaged. Most of them wear ACU digital camouflage. But 19 years later, the National Guard has changed to a new operational camouflage camouflage.

In addition, the M16A2 rifle used by the National Guard does not have any accessories.

But almost all of these guys use the high-end version of AR15, and the various accessories are not uniform.

Their epaulettes and collars are different, giving people the impression that they are a mix of completely different US troops.I even saw some people wearing old WWII lapel pins, it was ridiculous.

I suspect they are a gang of militias.but……"

But the militia will not be on Capitol Hill.

Zhou Qingfeng frowned, not knowing why.He could only ask, "Rogge, where are you now?"

"We found a car here at the Library of Congress. You'd better leave the Capitol quickly, and we can escape together."

Rogge meant to listen in reverse——Victor, the situation has become incomprehensible.If you don't come out soon, we're going to run away first.

The phone was hung up, and kicks were heard outside the blocked door.

Except for Zhou Qingfeng and Fuhrman, the other 'rednecks' in the room completely lost the excitement and mania they had when they hit the Capitol Hill. They all screamed in fright when they heard the voice, and huddled in the corner to pray to God.

Zhou Qingfeng pulled out his gun and tried to thump the wall of the office door. After confirming that it was strong enough to be bulletproof, he stood by the door and listened quietly, holding his breath.

There were mixed sounds outside the door, footsteps, noise, cries, and...gunshots.

A few chugs of bullets shot into the office without warning, completely knocking out the door lock that had been knocked open.The exploding sawdust flew around and even pierced Zhou Qingfeng's face.

The 'red neck' in the room cried again, but it attracted more bullets.

The assailant outside the door knocked out half of the magazine and kicked the door again.But Zhou Qingfeng moved several tables to block the door, at most he was kicked open a gap.

Through this gap, Zhou Qingfeng could hear the movement in the corridor outside more clearly, and he could even hear the heavy animal breathing, as if someone was jealous.

A dozen rounds of bullets opened a hole in the door lock, coupled with continuous kicks, the hole was big enough.

The sound of breathing came to the hole, and one could imagine that the head of an attacker outside was just outside the hole, observing the situation in the office.

Zhou Qingfeng raised his hand and shot at the hole.

boom……

A bullet was shot in the head outside the door, and the bullet entered his eye. Although it failed to penetrate the skull, it turned the brain into a paste.

The corpse fell to the ground, and there were several screams and curses outside the door, followed by continuous shooting.The bullets shot in from the outside, smashing the door and the furniture blocking the door and flying around.

Zhou Qingfeng raised his arms to cover his head and face.He listened quietly to the scolding and gunshots, and after counting them, he came to the conclusion that there were three unknown enemies outside the door.

Author's Note: International politics always focuses on interests.For example: Putin asked to join NATO three times in 2001, 2004 and 2008, but was rejected.It is very interesting to think about Russia's mentality of repeatedly wanting to join NATO.

Chapter 038

Zhou Qingfeng only had one pistol, a 43mm 'Glock 15X' with a single-column magazine.This gun is good, but facing the three fully automatic AR[-]s outside the door, the firepower is too weak.

The continuous rain of bullets shattered the office door, and the entire door panel burst open, exposing a huge hole.The tables and chairs blocking the door are useless, they can't stop them at all.

Whether it's a burly man, a fat nerd, or a non-mainstream bumpkin, the 'red necks' hiding in the office couldn't help shouting.

Although these people were arrogant when they broke into Capitol Hill, they did not dare to do anything to them because of the military and police.However, very few of them carried weapons, and they were afraid of being considered violent by the military and police.

Faced with the terrible situation of Zanshe, Zhou Qingfeng endured the psychological fear brought about by concentrated fire behind the door.During the extremely short fire gap, he heard the sound of his opponent changing magazines in the corridor outside, and...

There was a slight crisp sound of 'ding'.

Zhou Qingfeng's hair stood on end.He is aware of the approaching danger of death, and at the same time perceives the opportunity to fight back.He had already avoided the door for a few meters, but quickly returned to his original position.

An oval-shaped grenade that escaped the insurance was thrown in through the smashed door opening.It fell in a parabolic trajectory, and was quickly caught by Zhou Qingfeng, and then thrown out again.

Outside the door, the assailant who threw the grenade was separated from Zhou Qingfeng by a wall.The two are almost back to back.After throwing the grenade, he took half a step back, covered his ears, squeezed his mouth and nose, and waited for the explosion to come.

But in the blink of an eye, before the attacker could cover his ears with his hands, the grenade thrown in was thrown out again.

This man didn't have the ability to catch mines with his bare hands, so he immediately yelled 'Wow', and his fear drove him to turn around and run away, but bumped into his companion behind him.

The oval grenade landed with a bang, rolled twice, and exploded.

Zhou Qingfeng also covered his ears inside the wall. When there was a huge earthquake from the bottom of his feet, the blast wave blasted through the broken door, and even the miscellaneous furniture that blocked the door fell apart.

The strong air wave was like a hurricane of smoke and dust, blowing a lot of debris around the office.Papers, curtains, carpets danced wildly.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't wait for the air to calm down, and shot him out of the door.

The three incoming gunmen fell to the ground, and the one who threw the grenade outside the door was killed on the spot, his face scorched.There were two other people in the back with minor or serious injuries, bleeding from the mouth and nose, and moaning continuously.

Bang...Zhou Qingfeng killed the seriously injured and checked the equipment of the lightly injured at the same time.Firearms, helmets, equipment, body armor, and communication tools are all installed on oneself.

These equipment are very sophisticated, beyond ordinary people's imagination.

For example, an AR15 has been changed from a civilian semi-automatic version to a fully automatic one, and an AOCG holographic sight is attached to the Piccanidin rail.

The scope alone costs seven hundred dollars, which is more expensive than ordinary pistols, and it is especially suitable for quick aiming in close combat.

There is a silencer on the equipment, and the night vision device is a four-tube super-large field of view full-color model used by special forces.This thing is not for sale, and I don't know where it came from?

Body armor is heavy duty, but does not have ceramic ballistic panels.It may be because it is too heavy for the user to carry.

The items in the medical kit are very healthy, from the triangle to the painkiller morphine.Flashlights, compasses, and tactical knives are all provided by professional field companies.

These are nothing like the bargains that the army buys, worth at least fifty thousand dollars.

While changing clothes, Zhou Qingfeng slapped the lightly wounded man on the face and asked, "Who are you guys? Where did you come from?"

The lightly wounded was very young, a young man in his twenties.He recovered from the shock of the explosion, first saw his dead companion, and then with weak panting, he cursed 'fuck-you' at Zhou Qingfeng.

It's okay not to scold, but after scolding, Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the 'mad dog' tactical knife, stabbed into the opponent's liver, and stirred it lightly.

what……

The unbearable pain caused the slightly injured American boy to open his eyes wide, his face was extremely distorted, and he let out a miserable scream.He gasped violently, almost spitting out all the air in his lungs.

The whole corridor is echoing with high-pitched shouts, which is not enough to express this unspeakable pain.

No one can stand a stab in the liver.

"Let me ask again, where did your motley army come from?" Zhou Qingfeng gritted his teeth and continued to ask.

"You don't want to know anything from me." The slightly wounded man stared at Zhou Qingfeng contemptuously, and still cursed 'fuck'.He soon foamed at the mouth, his pupils dilated, and died quickly.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect this, opened the opponent's teeth, only to find that this person had bitten one of his dentures.The cyanide lodged in his teeth quickly killed him.

Dead man?

what the hell?

This is definitely not a regular Yankee army.

Although time was tight, Zhou Qingfeng retrieved the personal belongings of the three deceased, and then took a lot of firearms and equipment, lifted Fuhrman from the stretcher, and left together.

"Things are getting twisted.

These guys are crazy people who would rather die than confess.The central rotunda has been taken by them, we have to leave elsewhere. "

Zhou Qingfeng took the old man to the hall of the House of Representatives, hoping to find a way out there.The news reports that MPs are leaving the Capitol by tunnels, and he has to try.

After talking about his decision, Zhou Qingfeng realized that the old man is now deaf.He probably didn't even hear the explosion, let alone anything else.

A dozen 'rednecks' also decided to follow suit.They picked up the remaining weapons from the corpses and armed themselves.

Zhou Qingfeng also tried to hear something from the enemy's communication tool, but the encrypted walkie-talkie he obtained was equipped with electrodes attached to the opponent's heart.

If the heartbeat stops or the electrode is unplugged, the password must be entered and verified before it can be restarted, otherwise it is useless.

"Damn! What kind of bastard is this? Where did it come from? While running to attack Capitol Hill, he kept his origins a secret."

Zhou Qingfeng was cursing, but the process of going to the hall of the House of Representatives was not smooth.Not long after he left, another group of weird assailants chased after him.

The enemy's firepower was too strong, and they fired a few [-]mm rifle grenades when they met.The fried 'red necks' were crying for their fathers and mothers, causing casualties everywhere.

Fuhrman couldn't run fast, and Zhou Qingfeng was almost killed by the bombing. The two also panicked and took a side road without thinking, getting farther and farther away from the hall of the House of Representatives.

Just when he didn't know where he was, the phone rang, and it was Rogge who called, "Victor, can you still come out? We are not safe here anymore.

That weird National Guard force is growing, they've surrounded Congress, and we have to leave immediately. "

Rogge said it was urgent, so he must have encountered trouble.

"Don't ask such stupid questions. I was so unlucky today. I was almost killed by those bastards. I would have withdrawn if I could."

Zhou Qingfeng was even more frantic. He supported the wall and drank a few sips of water from the backpack water bag, but found that there was not much water in the water bag, and there was still a bloody smell.

The old man Fuhrman put on his hearing aid again, turned his head to look at Zhou Qingfeng's back, shook his head and whispered, "Victor, you are injured. The grenade just now almost blew up your back."

As soon as these words were mentioned, Zhou Qingfeng felt severe pain behind him.Body armor can't protect the whole body.

It's getting worse.

Chapter 039 Weird place

M406 high-explosive anti-personnel grenade, launched by the under-mounted M203 grenade launcher, can be used on the M16 series of rifles, known as the 'infantry cannon'.

This thing is an absolute control weapon, except for the army, not even the police.God knows how these guys pretending to be American soldiers got it?

The 'National Guard' of unknown origin breaks into the US Capitol.This group of people can be said to be well-trained, well-equipped, and communication is more convenient and efficient.

They even got the main US tanks.

Zhou Qingfeng managed to kill a four-man combat team, and immediately a team with stronger firepower came to retaliate.Shooting a few individual grenades is more convenient than any RPG.

There is no other way but to escape.

The process of fleeing to the hall of the House of Representatives was interrupted naturally. In order to protect the old and weak Fuhrman, Zhou Qingfeng used his back to carry an M406 that exploded at close range.

The grenade exploded among several 'rednecks' who were counterattacking with guns, killing them directly, and a large number of fragments along the way blasted Zhou Qingfeng a few meters away to pieces.

The injured Zhou Qingfeng deviated from the corridor leading to the House of Representatives and ran into the underground passage on the south wing of the Capitol.

In his embarrassment, he didn't know where he was, so he could only roughly estimate that it was the office of the building staff, or the reception center for tourists.

'Red Neck' was running around like a panicked chick, and from time to time you could see a few screaming guys rushing past, even throwing off their shoes.

Zhou Qingfeng found the 'fire exit diagram' on the wall of a corridor, and then figured out his location.

"Where am I? Second floor down. Above me is the Visitor Reception Center and above me is the Central Rotunda. The House of Representatives is south of us."

Fuhrman couldn't run, so he could only walk slowly, which really slowed down his speed.He could only summon his 'medical suitcase' again, and after raising his status, he glanced at Zhou Qingfeng's back, "Victor, you are bleeding and must be bandaged."

Zhou Qingfeng broke into an empty room and blocked the door.

Fuhrman unfolded the operating table, asked Zhou Qingfeng to take off his body armor, and lay down on it to receive treatment.He cut off the battered coat, revealing the red and tender flesh inside.

"Victor, there is good news."

Zhou Qingfeng took out his mobile phone and dialed to Rogge, gritted his teeth and said, "You should tell the bad news first, I can bear it."

"The bad news is that you have a severe burn on your back, and you are at high risk of infection after surgery. The good news is that you are in great shape, and you wear body armor, and many of the shrapnel are not fatal. Besides, your water bag is blown apart."

Fuhrman grabbed an injection from the medical operation box and found a good piece of meat on Zhou Qingfeng's arm for intravenous injection.The hot high temperature burn pain caused by the explosion of the grenade was quickly relieved by the action of the injection.

"What did you inject?"

"morphine."

"I'm still fighting, I don't want to inject that stuff. And it's very addictive."

The analgesic effect of morphine was so strong that Zhou Qingfeng's mind felt sluggish and his body felt sluggish.

"I can't clean your wound without morphine. You've got a bad burn and you're going to die.

Pain itself will also affect your judgment and perception, as well as your combat effectiveness.As for addiction, you can live to think about addiction. "

Fuhrman pulled out magnets, alcohol, tweezers, gauze, burn spray.He carefully and quickly pulled out the small shrapnel on Zhou Qingfeng's back, sprayed the medicine, sutured the wound to stop the bleeding and simply bandaged it.

The old man's craftsmanship is just like that of a tailor, he took the thread and tied it on Zhou Qingfeng's body.The flesh cut by the shrapnel was stitched up one by one, and the state of imitation deteriorated.