the world is at stake

"At eleven o'clock in front of the left, there is a scoundrel from the Ards gang. I recognize him." The boy said in a childlike voice.

Zhou Qingfeng was lying beside the window, covering his head and face with a curtain that came from nowhere, with only his eyes exposed.He replied very cooperatively: "Got it, I will terminate him immediately."

The muzzle of the M21 had already locked on to the target, and the reticle was aimed at the head with the tattoo embroidered on its neck.The trigger was lightly pulled, and the muzzle clicked slightly.

In the boy's binoculars, the head of the guy who pried open the car door immediately exploded, blood spattering.

The body lay on the side of the road, bleeding profusely.

The siren sounded from the stolen vehicle, attracting residents of several nearby buildings to stand at the windows and watch.Many people saw the dead body through the gaps in the doors and windows, and they secretly cried out in surprise when they were inexplicably surprised.

Some children even stood in front of the window and jumped, pointing to the dead body and beckoning their parents to come and see.But the parents only glanced at it for a moment, closed the curtains in a panic, and tore the children away.

On the attic where the sniper was located, the little boy holding the binoculars was crying.

Zhou Qingfeng thought the boy was afraid, so he patted him on the head and comforted him: "Little guy, this matter is not suitable for you. Go to your parents."

But the little guy shook his head and patted his chest pretending to be brave, "No, I'm not afraid. I'm just sad."

"why?"

"Just last Friday, I had a very good friend, a girl. She was five years old and she was grabbed while she was playing with me.

Her father found her the next day in a stinking ditch.But she was dead, with both eyes gouged out.The grown-ups said it was the bad guys on the street who did it.

I hate those bad guys, very much. "

The little boy was lying on the window sill crying, crying out of breath.At the door of the attic, the child's parents hugged each other nervously, but did not dare to make any sound.

Covering his head and face, Zhou Qingfeng waved and said to the couple: "Your child is very brave, take him down."

The child's mother hurried forward and took the little boy away.The child's father hesitated for a while, and asked, "Mr. Marco, do you want a cup of coffee?"

Since last night, the number of drones in the sky has suddenly increased several times.

Zhou Qingfeng realized that it was too risky to snipe in the open air.Not only would it be easy to expose himself, but the opponent might also give him a drone bomb, which would be miserable.

It is safer to simply hide in a private house.

This requires contact with the residents of the neighborhood.

I thought that this might require some violent means to make the scene quieter, after all, there is still a 'ten million reward'.

But unexpectedly, most of the residents were respectful and friendly when they heard Zhou Qingfeng's self-defense was "Marco Shi".Most of them watched the "Death Proclamation", and the clean punishment inspired their long-suppressed sense of justice.

Even five or six-year-old children volunteered to express their desire to be an observer for His Excellency 'Marco Shi', and they were proud of it.

This long-lost sense of justice is like an erupting volcano, and its power spreads from one walkie-talkie to another.

Everyone who heard the news was extremely excited, as if encountering a kindling of hope, and seeing a ranger resisting evil.

Zhou Qingfeng patted the male patriarch on the shoulder to express his thanks, "I have to go. Don't tell anyone that I've been here. Otherwise, the gang will take revenge on you and your family."

The head of the male family nodded and expressed his thanks repeatedly.

Zhou Qingfeng was not polite when he left, and drank a cup of coffee at the table of this family.The hostess enthusiastically packed a few pieces of pizza and bread to keep his blood sugar from dropping.

On the other side, the real Marco also broke into a house and looked out of the attic window while holding the binoculars.He noticed several corpses hanging from the Notre Dame Cathedral a few hundred meters away, the tallest tower in the city.

"It's a sniper."

In Marco's vision, the gangster gunmen who stayed at the commanding heights did not make good use of their geographical advantages, but instead brought death to them.

The gunman probably didn't realize the danger, and unscrupulously observed the whole city from a height, but was hit by bullets from nowhere and suffered heavy casualties.

"This is really stupid, there is no concealment at all. It deserves to be targeted and killed."

Since last night, Marcos has discovered that there are a large number of dead bodies at the intersection in the city center. The blockade and deployment by the military, police and gangsters has become a complete joke.

The people in the city did not support the military police at all, but were covering the unknown sniper.

Now, of course, even gangster shooters are smart enough to avoid wandering the streets and hide in buildings instead.

Looking at the streets with no pedestrians, Ma Keshi didn't dare to stand up casually, for fear of being killed by fierce snipers.But surprisingly, he was treated well after entering a certain family.

"Children." As the head of the household, the Mexican grandmother walked to the attic with a plate of pizza.

"You haven't had breakfast yet, have you? Come on, try my own. I added bacon and sausage on purpose. It's absolutely delicious."

It is a good thing to have free pizza, and Marco is very happy to be entertained, but the enthusiasm of the head of the household makes him feel weird.

The old man, the head of the household, grabbed a walkie-talkie and loudly announced to his neighbors, "Ma Keshi, the gangster nemesis, came to my house again. Yes, he came again.

This kid is a hero.My wife made him pizza and my whole family would stand with him. "

The bacon and sausage pizza is pretty good, and the coffee made by the grandmother is also very fragrant.But Ma Keshi ate and drank but couldn't help asking: "What is 'Here Comes Again'?"

The old man was also very enthusiastic. He greeted Marco to the living room and talked loudly: "My child, your 'death announcement' on Twitter is great. You should deal with those villains like that."

"Uh...that death announcement." Marcoshi wanted to say that he didn't make that thing himself.But when the words came to his lips, he still asked persistently: "Why do you say I'm here again? Have I been here before?"

The old man laughed, "Don't think we don't know you if you don't have a curtain on your head. Those gangsters spread your picture everywhere. Who in Juarez doesn't know your name now?"

Wrap a curtain over your head?

Who is it?

So bad.

But the old grandpa couldn't stop boasting. He patted Marco on the shoulder and said full of praise: "Son, you are really amazing. The last time you passed by my house, you suddenly met some gangsters.

Wow...you were really quick and quick.I was standing at the window on the second floor, and I clearly saw you take out your pistol and kill those villains with a snap. "

The elderly grandpa was very happy to learn how to draw a gun.

"You're the Zorro of the new age, armed with weapons in a chaotic city, making gangsters terrified. Believe me, stay in Juarez, there will be a lot of girls falling in love with you, because you are us hero."

The grandfather kept patting Marco on the shoulder, grinning loudly, his beard was upturned, if he had a granddaughter, he would marry him immediately.

Lao Ma sat at the dining table in a daze for a while, not knowing whether to admit or deny that the impostor pretending to be himself was so popular.

hero!

This kind of glory is intoxicating.

Just as I was boasting, a cry for help came from the intercom, and the neighbors nearby were shouting anxiously:

"Is His Excellency Marcos here? Many gangsters broke into our house, and the second gang leader Garcia who was 'declared dead' also came.

Your Excellency Marco, we need help, and now we can only rely on you.Those villains are bullying my family.Please, come quickly. "

The cry for help was like weeping blood, and it was unbearable to refuse.

Marco Shi was also moved by the hero's deeds and felt filled with righteous indignation."How many gangsters are there?" he asked.

"A dozen or so." The help-seeker replied in tears, "They are all vicious desperadoes on weekdays."

What... more than a dozen, are they all outlaws?

The old horse blinked, not knowing what to say.

The old grandfather next to him encouraged him:

"Son, go. You are Marco! Someone is suffering, how can you sit idly by? Our Lady will bless you, and I will pray for you."

on!

go!

do not be afraid!

We are behind you!

The old man waved his arms and was extraordinarily excited.

The old horse was suffering, unspeakably miserable.He blinked his eyes and wanted to say: "How about we discuss it again. I don't really want to be Zorro. Just pretend I'm not here, okay?"

Chapter 080 What are you waiting for?Fuck him!

When Marco Shi walked out of the room, his mentality collapsed a bit.

Since last night, Juarez has been disconnected from the Internet.This is probably a way for the local gangsters and the military and police to control public opinion. At the same time, they complained to Twitter, hoping to avoid any further "death announcement" incidents.

But from the current point of view, it is estimated that because the dead were drug dealers, Twitter did not respond to related complaints.So much so that the number of followers of 'Gangster Buster Marco' is still rising.

On Twitter, the "Marcos" account has posted a second "death announcement" - Garcia, the second person under Desailly, a notorious gangster.

This guy has a good relationship with both the military and political circles, and every time he appears on TV, he defends Desailly.Most of the credit for the big drug lord's survival and not being in prison is entirely due to him.

Garcia is good at intimidation, framing, and is a bastard who kills without blood.The number of Juarez victims of his legal shenanigans is too numerous to count.

After Yeke's death, Zhou Qingfeng asked to choose another punishment target.Sandra's father, Lao Mo, chose Garcia without hesitation, and hoped that the running dog of the drug lord would go to hell as soon as possible.

Now... various gossips are spreading rumors—the Juarez gang suffered a fatal blow in just one night, and they dare not go out casually like rats crossing the street.

Although this is too exaggerated, everyone feels—wow, Marcos really is the gang buster.Much more useful than those incompetent corrupt bureaucrats.

But when Marco Shi was "accepted in danger", he felt that he was shouldering an unbearable burden—just kidding, how could he beat a dozen gangsters and outlaws by himself?

Standing cautiously on the side of the street, Marco looked around the corner.Behind him, the old couple who saw him off were waving to him and encouraging him with warm smiles.

The old man is still announcing to the help-seekers on the walkie-talkie—don’t worry, the hero Marco has set off.Hold on, you will be rescued soon.

The voice was so loud that Marco could hear it, and he felt even more stressed.He just came to investigate counterfeit goods, but he messed around—Li Gui turned into Li Kui, and Li Kui turned into Li Gui!

Who's to make sense of this?

Forget it, forget it, this rescue mission is too difficult, let's just turn a corner and slip away.

Ma Keshi couldn't bear to refuse, but he didn't want to put his own life in it either.He turned across the street, avoiding the eyes of the old couple behind him, and planned to leave.

But after walking a few steps, a window on the side of the street opened, and a middle-aged woman with a fat face stood behind the window and waved desperately, "Your Excellency Ma Keshi, you are going in the wrong direction."

Ah... this is just about to slip away, no matter where I go, someone knows me

The fat woman pointed behind Marco through the window, "We all know the news on the radio. Thank you, Our Lady, you are the descending angel and our hero.

But you may not be familiar with our environment here, which one you turn to is in the direction behind you.But make no mistake, let's go. "

Ma Keshi bowed his waist and strode his legs, but was unable to get off the stage by the posture of the fat woman waving her hands.He could only reluctantly turn his head and ask, "Where?"

"Yes!" The fat woman answered with certainty.

To hell!

This is really being roasted on the fire, and it hurts so much.

Marco can only go in the 'correct' direction, and he plans to avoid it at the next intersection.

but……

On both sides of the street along the way, heads with different faces appeared behind windows and doors.

Some housewives are watching anxiously.

There are young people shouting for encouragement.

Even the kids were waving and cheering.

The most hateful thing is... everyone is showing the way to Marco Shi.At least dozens of pairs of eyes were watching him, making sure he didn't 'go off' again.

Some people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures, wanting to preserve the precious images of this moment-are you sure this is not the last words of the portrait before death?

Marco Shi bit the bullet, pulled out a pitiful 'Glock', and arrived at his destination - a three-story 'mansion' in the neighborhood, full of resentment.

This is just an ordinary family, but there are four or five cars parked at the door.There were cries of women and children in the house, as well as scolding and roaring.

Marco shrank back as soon as he probed, because there were four or five gangster gunmen holding long guns guarding outside the house.Just the firepower of these few people far surpassed him, and if they really did it, they would be suppressed to death.

After thinking about it carefully, Marco decided to make a fool of himself--fire a few shots at random, and then slip away.As long as you slip fast, the gangster's desperadoes can't catch up.

That is naturally an explanation.

Grit your teeth, stomp your feet, and do it.

But without waiting for Marco to probe again, there were a few random gunshots from the other direction of the 'mansion'.The gunman outside the door immediately aimed his gun, and began to shoot at each other.

Mar Keshi seized the opportunity, appeared from behind the shooter, fired two shots, turned around and ran away regardless of whether he hit or missed.

Gunshots rang out from the left and right sides, and the gunman at the door felt that he was being attacked. He was terrified, and hurriedly retreated into the house, never thinking about chasing him.

Marco was naturally so happy.He didn't make any troubles, and ran away behind the 'mansion'.

I just ran around half a circle, and saw two guys, one fat and one thin, running out from the opposite side, also armed with guns, running for their lives like a dog jumping over a wall.

When the two saw Ma Keshi, it was as if they saw a savior, and they ran over yelling - the fat man ran two steps and panted three times, slow like a snail.

Ma Keshi hesitated for a while, because the two seemed to know him, but they called out another name.