the world is at stake

But behind the wall of the VIP room full of bullet holes, the monotonous and crisp sound of magazine unloading and reloading came out—this meant that the opponent was safe and sound.

With guns in both hands, Rogge approached Zhou Qingfeng and asked, "What's going on?"

"Maybe there is a problem with Marco's identity. I bought it at a gangster tattoo shop in Newark. Will also checked the police database and found that he has no criminal record in the United States. Unexpectedly... "

Unexpectedly, Marco had an enemy in Mexico, and it was still a big enemy, which could make the Juárez gang violent.

In the past, Uncle Zhou cheated on Ma Keshi, the kind who scratched his heart and lungs and hated him madly.Today it was Mar Keshi who pulled back a round and let Uncle Zhou jump into a big pit.

"What should we do now?"

"The Juarez gang is all in the same group. You don't have to go back to the hotel. No one can be trusted. I'll kill a way out, and you go out and find a car to hide.

Call Will who is at the airport to hide, but don't rush to leave, wait until I finish those disgusting gangsters.To be honest, I really wanted to kill someone today. "

While Zhou Qingfeng was talking, without raising his head, he raised his hand and shot outside the door of the VIP room.A casino security guard who was trying to approach stepped on broken glass on the ground, and was instantly killed after being located by his keen hearing.

The aggressive security plopped down, and the gunshots and death made the remaining security guards of the casino shrink their heads.

In such a split second, Zhou Qingfeng rushed out from the VIP room, and while moving at high speed, aimed at the opponents hiding behind the cover of gambling tables, counters, slot machines and so on.

The casino side is outnumbered but on the defensive.When they emerged from cover again, they found another afterimage running quickly in front of them.

The running afterimage also has extremely high hand-eye coordination ability, the muzzle of the gun in the hand is constantly firing and jumping, and every gunshot is a death.

And when Zhou Qingfeng attracted the enemy's attention, Rogge and the thin man also emerged from the VIP room, shooting indiscriminately.He didn't know who was hit or not, but they formed crossfire with Zhou Qingfeng, suppressing any target who dared to resist.

In just three or four seconds, the morale of the casino staff outside the VIP room collapsed.They were either holding their heads and hoping to wait for the flying bullets to stop, or they were running around in an attempt to escape.

But in reality only death came.

When the gunfire subsided, the hall outside the VIP room was filled with blood, and messy corpses lay on the ground.Nearly 30 people died in the scene where the tables and chairs were overturned.

Half of them are gamblers who died unexpectedly, and the other half are casino shooters.

Roger ran out and quickly checked the weapons on the ground to equip himself.The thin man grabbed the gun and ran to the casino counter, screamed and took out the small electric drill he carried with him, and began to attack the safe behind the counter.

Zhou Qingfeng picked up the 'Desert Eagle' and the attached magazine.

This kind of large pistol is actually a shotgun. It is super large and heavy, and its recoil is even more exaggerated. It is not suitable for ordinary people to use at all.Only those of extraordinary strength can wield the true power of this weapon.

The bar at the Rogue Casino found a box to hold a large pile of guns and ammunition he had picked up. He also dug out the car keys from several corpses and shouted to the thin man, "Hurry up, or it will be too late."

The thin man screamed excitedly, "Hahaha, Fuhrman didn't come this time. When I get back, I will tell the dying old man that he missed a wonderful show."

Fadini subconsciously ran towards Zhou Qingfeng, but was stopped by Zhou Qingfeng: "Don't follow me, follow Rogge."

Rogge picked out a short-barreled shotgun and a bullet belt and handed it to Zhou Qingfeng, and smiled cheerfully at Fadini: "Baby, don't be afraid. Just follow me and don't bother that killer.

do you know?Since Victor lived in Baltimore, the law and order in the West End has been hundreds of times better than in the past.Because those evil drug dealers are all dead.You can even go out to buy cigarettes in the middle of the night, which is very safe. "

At this moment, outside the casino, two pickup trucks drove over at a high speed at a distant intersection.The car braked sharply at the door, screaming piercingly, leaving dark brake marks.

A burly man slapped on the door of the car, and shouted to the No. [-] and [-] men who were pulled up from the car:

"Come down quickly, I'm going to kill that Marco Shi today. That bastard killed my younger brother, and I'm going to skin him, cut off his flesh, and remove his skull to make handicrafts."

Before the words were finished, Zhou Qingfeng walked out from the shadow of the casino gate, and the 'Sand Eagle' in his hand let out a bang, as if a dazzling fireball spewed out from the muzzle of the gun. Everyone present had their ears buzzing and closed their eyes to avoid.

At the moment of the gunshot, the burly man sitting in the front row of the pickup was interrupted by a .

Chapter 063 Containment

Juarez has the highest murder rate in the world.

Violence is like dust in the air, everywhere.

Gangsters, shootings, and robberies are everyday occurrences for local residents.Sin is a part of life, one can only adapt to it, not get rid of it.

When Zhou Qingfeng walked out from the shadow of the casino gate, the residents on the street even stopped to watch curiously, wanting to know what happened?

And so they saw a terrible carnage.

Because the .[-] AE bullets have too much charge and the barrel of the pistol is too short, the gunpowder gas cannot be burned out in the barrel, so the 'Sand Eagle' is extremely powerful when it fires.

Other pistols only have muzzle kinetic energy of 47-[-] joules. 'Sand Eagle' uses .[-] AE bullets, and the muzzle kinetic energy exceeds [-] joules, which is greater than the AK[-] that uses rifle bullets.

The pickup truck that had stopped outside the casino was shot, and the powerful bullet easily penetrated the thin iron door, and the burly man leading the team was shot in the abdomen.

The warhead broke his hand first, and after it swelled and shattered, he cut his abdomen forcibly. The internal organs were smashed into pieces in an instant, and the blood burst open like a bag of tomato sauce on the driver's seat.

After the warhead shattered, the momentum remained undiminished, and spread in other directions, continuing to wreak havoc.The gunman in the co-pilot's seat also failed to avoid, and was killed by flying fragments.

The gunfire didn't stop, not even intermittently.

The fireball-like muzzle flames lit up one after another, and the huge recoil of the 'Sand Eagle' seemed to have no effect.This big and heavy pistol was flexible like a small-caliber revolver in Zhou Qingfeng's hands, and the continuous gunfire sounded like a rumble of shelling.

Four gunmen jumped from the first pickup truck, and two were killed before they hit the ground.The powerful projectile hits the chest and can break through a big hole like a human head.

The gunman on another pickup hurriedly dodged towards the back of the car, hoping that the thick body would provide some protection.

But this is a bit of wishful thinking. Except for the two gunmen hiding behind the engine in the front of the car, the gunmen hiding in the compartment or behind the tires were still killed one after another.

Ordinary [-]mm or even .[-] caliber bullets do not have this effect, but .[-] AE bullets can.That thin steel plate can't stop it at all.

The gunman who was shot died in a terrible state, and his body exploded as if torn apart.Even if someone hid behind the hub, the bullet did not penetrate the steel hub, but was seriously injured by the broken hub fragments.

The gun battle went on too fast, and the death of the gangster gunman was too tragic. The two lucky guys hiding behind the engine of the car watched their companions fall one by one, and lost their self-control in horror.

One hugged his head and stayed behind the car, while the other stood up screaming and tried to fight back.

The seven-round magazine of 'Sand Eagle' happened to be empty, and Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the short-barreled shotgun he was carrying with one hand, and seamlessly bridged the gap in firepower.

The NO.12 shot shot out a ball of steel balls, which hit the head shooter's chest.A good stopping effect allows the full kinetic energy of the projectile to act on its body, causing it to fall suddenly.

Another gangster pickup came on the road, and it also braked abruptly.The tires rolled over the ground and landed right on the head of the fallen body.

The corpse's head didn't explode, but the car body shook.

A gunman from an unknown gang came to help, and before he got out of the car, he was hit by a rain of shotgun bullets.They were dead, and there were only five rounds in the short-barreled shotgun.

In order to pull the pump, Zhou Qingfeng threw away the 'Sand Eagle' and controlled the shotgun with both hands.Waves of projectiles shot at the unprotected pickup truck compartment, and several gangster gunmen in the compartment were killed and injured.

The gangster driver who was driving screamed in surprise. He braked suddenly and stopped, but when he heard the gunshots, he quickly lowered his head and lay on the steering wheel, and changed to the gas pedal to escape quickly.

The third pickup truck stopped abruptly, ran for a hundred meters, and stopped after turning a corner.

The driver in the driver's seat looked back again, and saw four or five gunmen he had pulled were crooked on the carriage.Some people have been beaten to death, and some people screamed endlessly.

These are usually vicious, tyrannical and brutal Mexican gangsters, famous executioners all over the world, and now they are killed like slaughtered.

"Is it the US special forces attacking? Why is the firepower so fierce?" The gangster driver was trembling, and ran a long way again before taking out his mobile phone to make a call to report the situation to his boss.

Throughout the shootout, Zhou Qingfeng never left the shadow of the casino gate.He took out the shotgun from the bullet belt, stuffed it into the barrel through the ejection window, and picked up the 'Sand Eagle' to reload.

Roger heard the fierce gunshots at the door and waited until it was over before coming out.He grabbed a submachine gun resembling a miniature 'Uzi' and shouted at the corpses outside the casino: "It's great, I like to clean up the mess."

Zhou Qingfeng threw the 'Sand Eagle' to Rogge.The fat man asked strangely, "Is this gun bad?"

"not good."

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't help complaining after trying out this famous pistol.

"This gun is powerful, but the magazine capacity is too small. Now that the gangsters in the whole city have been alarmed, I wish I could carry a six-barreled 'Gatling' with a [-]-round ammunition box."

Rogge nodded again and again, "Wait a minute, the thin man is breaking into the casino's vault, and I found their weapon room. I'll find you better equipment right away."

It didn't take long for the fat man to find a FAL automatic rifle, but couldn't find a suitable mount.Without equipment, it is very inconvenient to carry weapons and ammunition, but Zhou Qingfeng can only endure it.

Two big handbags came out with Roger, and the fat man threw them on a truck outside the casino excitedly.Zhou Qingfeng helped to carry it and realized that it was full of cash.

"How long are you going?"

"It will be fine in a while. This is a casino, and the vault is full of cash. Wait a little longer."

"We seem to be here to rob."

"Is there anything more exciting than robbing a casino? Robbing a bank is even more exciting."

Rogge also found the walkie-talkie of the casino security, so that several people can contact at close range.He happily entered the casino again, and ransacked like moving house.

Zhou Qingfeng climbed onto the roof of the casino and looked around.Many nearby Mexican residents saw him, and many of them were on the phone.

For any prying eyes, he also gave a warning shot, and if there was a second time, he would directly shoot and kill him mercilessly.

About 5 minutes later, Roger and the thin man still hadn't come out.The phone in Zhou Qingfeng's pocket rang, and it was Will.

"Victor, I'm on top of you. Roger said you got into trouble again."

In the sky, 'Cessna-208' passed slowly like a small black dot.

"Can you see what's going on around me?"

"Willing to serve you, that's why I'm here."

Will's voice was optimistic, and he wasn't worried about Zhou Qingfeng on the ground at all.He walked around the perimeter of the casino and reported:

"There are more than a dozen cars parked on the west side of the street, and at least a hundred gunmen are gathering. There are also people on the south side, but there are fewer people. The north side is more open and it is more difficult to escape. If you want to go, you'd better go east.

By the way, I filled up the plane with enough fuel to hover over your head for hours.I can be your eagle eye until dark. "

Will drove Zhou Qingfeng and others to Juarez by plane, but he didn't follow him into the city to fool around.After Rogge called to warn, he did not choose to hide, but took off to act as 'Hawkeye'.

At the end of the conversation, Will made a request on the phone, "Victor, if possible, kill a few more Mexican gang leaders."

"You have a grudge against them?"

"There's no direct hatred, but Mexican gangsters don't deserve to live in this world because they're too evil to be called human beings."

Author's Note: South American gangsters look at Mexico, and Mexican gangsters look at Juárez.Rather than saying that Juarez has gangs in the city, it is better to say that gangs occupy the entire city.This is the most violent city in the world, bar none.

Chapter 064 Linkage

In the quiet afternoon, sitting on a park bench, watching the children laughing on the lawn and their innocent rosy faces, Marco felt that he was happy.

Although there is only a cup of cheap instant coffee and a cod sandwich in the special section of the supermarket at hand, Marcos is quite content.He likes serenity, Ningxin, and peaceful time, and is willing to spend his life in this way.

PTSD (post-war traumatic disorder) or something, the most annoying.

The doctor told Marco Shi that he should integrate into life as much as possible, integrate into the public, and return to his family.He should be with normal people, look at children, flowers, birds, insects and fish, and appease the restless bloodthirsty beast in his heart.

Everything was going great until the phone rang.

"Hi, I'm Marco."

"Marco, where are you?"

"Where else can I be? I'm in Newark. You guys circled me and ordered me to stay here. By the way, what's going on with my rent bill this month? I obviously applied for housing assistance .and my compensation..."

The phone hangs up.

Mar Keshi pursed his lips, clenched his fists and tapped on the bench lightly.He repeated in his heart, "Calm down, calm down, you are no longer a soldier, you are just an ordinary person now. You have to live a worldly life."

A dozen consecutive deep breaths made Marco Shi extremely depressed, and he had to suppress himself so as not to frighten the children playing in the park by yelling.

But the phone rang again.

"Hi, I'm Marco."

"Marco, where are you?"

"I'm in Newark." Marcus sighed. "The idiot from the Department of Veterans Affairs called me just now, and now you're calling me again. What happened?"

"There is news that you have gone to Juarez, Mexico." The caller was Marco Shi's former chief, and his tone was quite concerned.

"How dare I go to Juarez, Mexico?" Marco seemed to hear the funniest joke in the world, "The gangsters in Juarez wanted me to die. I killed them on the spot..."

Recalling the eventful years in the past, Marco Shi was instantly in a good mood.Those adrenaline-pumping battle scenes made him feel very familiar. He seemed to smell the smoke of gunpowder, hear the gunshots, and see the faces of the dead under his hands.

But the memory suddenly stopped, and Marco's smile turned into suspicion.He asked back: "Sir, where did you get the news?"

"We have insiders in Mexico, and they send a message that you showed up at a casino in Juarez, and you were recognized, specifically reminding us.

The anti-narcotics police in Mexico asked if we had any secret operations, and said that any operation must involve their people, otherwise it would be an illegal transgression. "

The former chief laughed, as if mocking the overreaction of the Mexican side, "It's fine if you're not in Mexico, the gangsters must have made a mistake."

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the officer was about to hang up.

Marco Shi was shocked, and asked: "You said that a guy who looks like me in Juarez was misidentified?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Marco was stunned.Everything in the park seemed to disappear, and a series of confusing messages echoed in his mind.

Fakes, misunderstandings, troubles, everything points to some badass.

It's hard to turn back this time, but as long as the other party gets out of trouble, he will definitely not use his identity again in the future.

But let it end like this?They don't even know who the other party is.