the world is at stake

On the full-color screen of the night vision device, more and more people appeared around the Notre Dame Cathedral.Including the military police who set up caps, the gangster gunmen who were furious, and the unknown people who were secretly searching.

"It seems to have stabbed a hornet's nest." Zhou Qingfeng remained calm under the concealment cloak, occasionally looking up at the sky, paying attention to those flying drones.

Four groups of "Hound Dogs" from Bureau G drove into the block where the Notre Dame Cathedral is located. Hundreds of elite gangsters also received unknown news that they were going to arrest "Marco Shi" here.

The real Marco used simple equipment to monitor the communications of the Juárez military and police, and ran after a police car, wanting to know who the guy pretending to be was?

In addition, the 'Brotherhood', which seems to be out of the picture, has also sent people to keep an eye on this area.

Its leadership has just received a mysterious notification from Bureau G that the guy who killed the "widow of Commodore Kahn" is named Victor, and is planning to further attack their stronghold in Juárez.

Harden, who provided the information, didn't know the inside story, but the 'Brotherhood' was furious about it--Brigadier Kahn died of the failed 'Disk Plan'.

This not only ruined the Brotherhood's hard work of more than ten years, but the fourth-level space-time ring it owned was also missing.

The guy who can accurately murder the "commodore's widow" afterwards must be the mastermind behind this incident.

The 'Brotherhood' personnel in Juarez were immediately mobilized to find this Victor!

Chapter 078 Silent Death

At ten o'clock at night, there was a cold wind blowing near Notre Dame Cathedral.

Recently, a cold current has invaded the entire North American continent, and even Mexico, which has always been warm, has dropped drastically.

Zhou Qingfeng lay on a roof near the church, silent.He folded the flashlight with a piece of his sleeve to cover the edge light, and typed Morse code towards the location where Roger and the thin man were.

In the dark night, as long as the direction is correct, the faint light can travel far.

But Rogge was sweating anxiously in the truck.The thin man is responsible for reading with a telescope, and he is trying to translate with the pages of code translation.

The reason why it is so troublesome is that just a few minutes ago, the entire Juarez was cut off after the airport road was cut off, and even the communication was cut off.

Mobile communications and Internet communications have been cut off, and only radio and television stations that transmit and receive independently can still work.Ordinary people cannot get in touch with the outside world.

Officials in Juarez stated that this was because of a terrorist attack caused by a self-destructing drone in the city, and the disconnection was to better capture the fugitive suspects—a very good reason.

In the past, the gangsters caused countless tragic deaths and injuries, and the officials did nothing.This time the gang killed a small leader, and the official action was very positive.

However, after translating the Morse code sent by Zhou Qingfeng, Rogge discovered that Zhou Qingfeng's judgment that the disconnection of the Internet was not purely an official act, and that there might be American forces involved.

"Victor said that Bureau G is likely to come. The opponent's detection ability is very strong, and the radio communication is unreliable. Let's not move for now."

Rogge scolded after the translation.

"The radio is unreliable, and it is so primitive to communicate. It made me translate for a long time, but what I said was all nonsense."

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't hear Fatty's complaints, but he could sense that his opponent's organization and command ability had improved by two or three orders of magnitude.

The messy gangster gunmen have teamed up with the military and police in the city, and there are some well-trained guys roaming the neighborhood.It is clear that there are stronger forces behind it.

"Harden."

Under the concealment cloak, Zhou Qingfeng chanted a name.He took the gum out of his pocket, popped it into his mouth, and chewed to relieve the stress.

In the infrared sight of the M21 receiver, the front sight of the crosshairs is pressing down on several men walking back and forth on the street.

One of the men of medium build was obviously stronger, and he was saying something to the others, repeatedly urging and ordering.

The educated guys are obviously street gangsters, walking crookedly, rebellious and absent-minded.

"Harden, is this your hunting dog?"

Zhou Qingfeng held his breath, stretched out his hand to fine-tune the scope, and the infrared image became clearer.He moved the muzzle of the gun lightly, and there was a car behind the burly man, and in the car was another similar man with earphones, who was vigilantly in charge of the formation.

A rangefinder is attached to the sight, which emits a laser invisible to the naked eye.On the lens, sometimes slightly changing range readings from time to time.

320 meters, the wind is two.

Phew... Zhou Qingfeng gently exhaled the air in his lungs, silently counting his heartbeats.Between two heartbeats, he unconsciously squeezed the trigger lightly.

Pfft... The specially made high-precision ammunition is activated, and the muzzle impact is suppressed by the silencer to achieve a low sound and low flame.It sounded like a muffled knock, blown away by the turbulent night wind.

The 'Hunting Dog' of Bureau G is still struggling to teach the few street gangsters assigned to him, hoping that the mud will play a role.

But right behind him, a high-speed projectile hit the front window of the car, making a hole the size of a finger, creating a circle of cracked lines.

There was only a soft 'pop'.

A cloud of blood was splashed on the passenger seat in the car, and another 'hound' was shot in the chest.This person didn't even wear a body armor, his body simply trembled, and then went limp.

The burly 'hound' was still talking, unaware.

Instead, a few absent-minded gangsters in front of him reacted first, pointing to the cracked lines and splashed blood on the car window, and jokingly said: "Hey, your companion is dead."

After saying this, the gangsters were taken aback and looked around to find the assailant's location.

The burly 'hunting dog' turned around just now, squatting down in fright, trying to hide behind the car body.But the moment he turned around, another bullet shot from the darkness and hit him in the waist.

The ballistic shot in from the left waist, smashed up a pile of internal organs, and shot out from the lower right abdomen. 'The Hound' fell down immediately, fainting on the spot.

Only then did the gangsters who gathered in the same place realize the danger, they yelled a few times, and dispersed in a hurry.

Since no gunshots were heard, the shouting quickly dissipated in the night, and did not immediately attract too much attention.After all, the night in this city is already chaotic, and it is not uncommon to hear strange noises.

The distance of 300 meters was also deliberately chosen by Zhou Qingfeng. It was neither far nor close, just right.He planned to clean up his surroundings one by one, creating a silent place of death.

After killing a group of 'hounds', he quickly aimed in another direction.This time, the number of targets was even greater, five mixed combinations who were setting up cards on the street - two gangster gunmen plus three local military police.

These five people stood together very harmoniously, and they even passed cigarettes to each other and chatted.They blocked the passing vehicles on the road for inspection, yelled and cursed at every turn, and forced the driver to get out of the car.

Notre Dame Cathedral is the city center, located in the downtown area.

This place is no less populated than other urban areas, and soon seven or eight vehicles were stopped, and all drivers were forced to squat on the side of the road with their heads covered.Some of the female passengers were also searched and humiliated, so they could only swallow their anger or cry loudly.

Zhou Qingfeng first aimed at a person in the shadow.

It's a small leader of the military and police, smoking in the lee.He watched his subordinates and gangsters surround a young woman with cold eyes, and laughed at this, exhaled a smoke ring and stuffed the lighter into his pocket.

It was this smile that aroused Zhou Qingfeng's disgust, and a bullet passed through a distance of more than 200 meters and hit the side of his neck.

Because of the strong temperature difference, the infrared sight can clearly see blood spraying from the neck.Since the person stood relatively far back, no one found the body in time when it fell down.

Its image quickly faded in the cold wind.

Zhou Qingfeng was more than 200 meters away and couldn't hear the sound of the scene.He could only feel the recoil of the gun stock, hear the bolt reset, and the reticle in the scope move slightly.

The second target was a gangster shooter.He was looting property in a car, with his upper body inside and his lower body outside.The bullet fired quickly did not hesitate, and hit his back with precision, and he also fell silently.

His companion was holding a young woman against the wall on the street two or three meters away, grabbing and pinching, laughing and kissing.

After the looting gunman fell down, blood flowed on the ground in twists and turns.

A stopped driver crouched in front of the car with his head in his arms, watching the blood flow to his feet.He raised his head tremblingly, and saw half of the corpse covered by the car body, he couldn't help being dazed, and then looked left and right.

The gunman who was molesting the woman was furious, thinking that the driver was spying on him and had threatening intentions.He cursed and grabbed the gun and was about to kill the opponent.

The driver was dead, waving his hands and shouting 'No...'.

With another shot, the gunman who wanted to kill was shot in the back, his chest straightened out, and he fell down first.

The driver kicked his legs wildly, turned his head and ran away in fright.

When his hurried footsteps sounded, the last gangster gunman ran over.Seeing his companion who fell to the ground, the latter subconsciously felt that the fleeing driver was the murderer, so he raised his gun and aimed at it...

A fourth bullet came from afar, hitting him like a ram in the back.

At the scene, only the escaped driver was running for his life and screaming.The rest of the civilians who were intercepted were all in a daze, and after looking at each other, their eyes focused on the last military police who set up a barrage.

The four corpses on the ground were lying crookedly, and their deaths were inexplicable.

The last military police officer was smoking a cigarette, and while his lips were trembling, he pulled out a pistol in a panic and pointed it at everyone present.But his teeth could not control the chattering.

It was so weird, I didn't hear any movement at all, and all my companions were finished.

"Who? Who did it?"

The yelling and cursing revealed the inner cowardice. The military police at the end probably had a blank mind, and it took a few seconds for them to realize that the bullets were shot from behind.But when he turned around, what he saw was the vast night.

For courage, he fired a shot into the sky.

The sound of gunfire was quite piercing at night.

The civilians who were stopped at the scene all covered their heads to avoid, but after a while there was no movement, they looked up a little bit again.

In the end, the military police who set up the trap also fell down, his eyes were open like dead fish, and he refused to rest in peace.There was a blood-soaked mark on his chest, obviously he had been shot.

The checkpoint blocking the road had no effect at all, and the drivers who were stopped realized that they should escape quickly.They hurriedly picked up their respective passengers and started the engine without any hesitation or pause.

But the gunshot just now also served as a great warning, and the search personnel deployed nearby quickly gathered here.A series of calls rang through radios such as walkie-talkies, and different personnel were confirming their positions and safety conditions.

Taking this opportunity, Zhou Qingfeng put away the M21, left the selected sniper position, and maneuvered quickly on the road in the dark.He could have taken the opportunity to stare at the corpse for help, but sooner or later his opponent would find his hiding place.

Snipers hate position exposure.

As he ran, Harden, who organized it all behind the scenes, was meeting with the 'guest' - the commander of the Brotherhood's stronghold in Juárez, a white male with the title of 'sub-captain'.

The fraternity is officially registered in the United States, but it is too low-key, neither controlling the industry nor messing around.Harden also doesn't know much about the organization.

I thought that such a low-key organization must have friendly and friendly members.

But when the two sides met, the captain of the fraternity stationed in Juarez seemed furious. He skipped the greetings impatiently and asked directly: "You are Harden? What is the origin of that Victor? I want everything from him." material."

Such eagerness made Harden's heart skip a beat.His inexplicable intuition became extremely strong.The brotherhood is as mysterious as Zhou Qingfeng.The entanglement of interests between the two parties was even deeper than his.

"My name is Oliver Harden..." His Excellency the deputy director wanted to ease the atmosphere and delay for a while to learn more.

But the 'Squad Leader' who came to negotiate said angrily: "I don't want to talk nonsense with stupid bureaucrats. Tell me, who is that Victor?"

"Your Excellency, this is not a cooperative attitude."

"Yeah, who would work with a pig?"

Harden wanted to put on airs, but he didn't expect that the other party was even more arrogant than him, despising any outsider in his bones.Before he could think of any words, the other party continued:

"Don't delay, the strength of the Brotherhood is much stronger than you little pawn imagined. Either I ask your superiors to call you, or you be honest and tell everything you know."

The 'sub-captain' stared coldly at Harden's face as if he was looking at an ant.The opponent was very confident, but Harden scoffed at this and did not intend to submit.

Unfortunately, Harden was wrong.

Five minutes later, Jack Wells, Director of Bureau G, called and asked Harden to fully cooperate with Mr. Jeffrey of the Brotherhood.

Chapter 079 Come..., keep cheating!

Time slowly turned from night to morning.

Residents of downtown Juarez had a rather special evening.

Since before nightfall last night, the entire city has been disconnected from the Internet.The phone and the Internet were not connected, and only the radio and TV stations were releasing news in one direction, indicating that there was a vicious terrorist attack in the city.

But the common people are not stupid. Everyone knows that His Majesty the 'Gangster Buster Marcus' is back.He issued a 'declaration of death' and executed a gang leader, which was really gratifying.

People can see wars all over the world on TV, but they always feel that killing people still depends on guns.Drones are a high-tech thing, and only Americans can afford them.

But now the actual case has opened up a new world for everyone in Juarez.It turns out that a civilian micro-drone can easily kill a notorious villain with some explosives.

There are no communication base stations, but people still have walkie-talkies and car radios.Drivers from all walks of life in the city began to discuss the matter.Soon it was only word of mouth, and men, women, and children were all gossiping.

But just talking about it is not enough to cause enough psychological impact.

Since last night, there has been chaos near the Notre Dame Cathedral in the city center.

Gangsters, military police, US intelligence 'hound dogs', and members of a mysterious organization began to deploy defenses in specific blocks, intending to control the flow of people, and then rely on step-by-step investigations to capture a certain killer who is elusive.

But orderly deployment quickly becomes a disorderly death trap.Silent and deadly bullets can always appear in the dark, each time coming from different directions and different areas.

Being a gangster doesn't make you stronger, and strange deaths and injuries bring great fear.

Hidden in the shadows of the night is a ghost that appears and disappears, moving back and forth.He made it impossible for the low-level military police and gangster gunmen to gain a foothold on the streets.

Not all targets attacked were killed.On the contrary, many of those who were attacked were shot in the thigh and made tragic calls for help.

Before bleeding to death, many villains exaggerate the tense atmosphere of horror movies just by shouting 'help'.

This call for help was not only transmitted through the radio, but was also heard by ordinary residents hiding in their homes in the dark.This strengthens the indescribable terror even more.

Fortunately, this horror is only for the wicked.

The out-of-control situation intensified, and the Notre Dame Cathedral seemed to have become some kind of restricted area, and the military police and gunmen withdrew one after another.

But... it doesn't help.

The deadly ghost does not stick to a certain territory, he is running back and forth.The night creates the best concealment, wearing an anti-infrared cloak, he can even fool the infrared camera of the drone.

When the morning came, in the attic of a residential building in the Vista block.There was a five or six-year-old boy lying on the window, holding a telescope and looking out.

In the boy's field of vision, on the street a hundred meters away, a probing guy was trying to pry open the door of a car on the side of the road.The man looked around with a tense expression, but his movements were quick.