In a confined space, the energy of the explosion has nowhere to vent, and the power will increase exponentially. With the air waves and sound waves, the walls crumbled and the masonry shattered. Relentless shrapnel flew in all directions, killing the living.

No one can stay calm in an explosion, and it's the battle-hardened warrior who can curl up in search of concealment. However, the opponent who came in this raid was unusual.

Sha'er, the goddess of the night, borrowed the ant-queen's pituitary gland and gave Zhou Qingfeng three abilities. He uses more links and psychic shocks, but less of the secret technique of close combat, such as psychic scanning.

In the thick smoke created by the explosion, dark vision was not easy to use, but the spirit scan made Zhou Qingfeng feel like a god. The muzzle of his gun always finds a target hiding in a corner, followed by a few accurate bullets that hit it.

If there are several opponents covering each other, they are often taken care of - a grenade will fly out of the smoke and explode before it hits the ground. The bursting steel ball will cause no dead angle damage, and there is no way to dodge it.

Gunshots and explosions rang out in the complex terminal, mixed with the miserable exclamations of the Ermao military police. One can hear rhythmic shooting, accompanied by death.

In just half a minute, more than 10 people were killed by the Ermao military police who were blocked on the fifth floor of the terminal, and the rest of the ghosts fled like wolves. They bumped into each other like headless flies.

Someone panicked and even rushed into Marco's office.

The blast door of the office was blown down, and valuable furniture piled up behind the door as an obstacle. At least a dozen or so firearms were aimed at the door, and whoever rushed in would be beaten into a hornet's nest.

However, in just half a minute, the precarious situation was reversed. The hallway outside the door was littered with corpses, splashes of blood staining the walls and ceiling red.

The gunfire and screaming gradually stopped, and it was quiet outside.

Marcos lay in a corner of the office, shot in the shoulder and thigh, and scorched from a stray bullet on his forehead. He had lost so much blood that he couldn't stand up, but he was followed closely by a dozen outlaws.

Everyone stared nervously at the collapsed blast door. They were either clutching heavy machine guns or armed with bazookas, a little overwhelmed by what was going on outside. Until......

"Marco." A voice shouted from outside, "Relax your men, I've cleared the enemy outside." ”

Marcos, who had fallen in the corner, breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to get up. He motioned to his subordinates to lower their guns, and said happily: "The boss is here, we are saved." ”

Zhou Qingfeng wore a light-colored windbreaker and walked in slowly with a rifle. He whistled, and in front of him was a room ravaged by explosives and heavy weapons. A dozen survivors were stunned, still clenching their weapons and staring at him.

"Go after those runaways, and don't let them stop."

Zhou Qingfeng quietly crushed a 'Helping Technique' gem - everyone in the room increased their attacks to fight against fear, and at the same time, their injuries were recovered to a certain extent.

On the floor of the room lay several seriously wounded people who were dying. In the eyes of the survivors, these seriously injured guys only had half a breath left, but as soon as the boss came, it was like a god, and their breathing became steady.

Marcose, who was shot in the thigh, was also well injured and was able to walk two steps on his own. He tilted his head towards his surviving men, "Didn't you always want to know who was standing behind me?" Okay, that's our boss. ”

Although there were many rumors, it was not until Zhou Qingfeng stood up that everyone confirmed that the 'Holy Light' was really the real master of Boryspor.

It's amazing.

A few hairy bear men muttered a few words and walked out of the messy office with their weapons in their hands. And when they saw that there was no one outside, only corpses, they came back and asked in surprise, "Boss?" You came alone? ”

"How many people do you think I'll need?" Zhou Qingfeng found the broken wine cabinet in his office, raised his hand slightly, and the only remaining bottle of vodka flew out of the broken glass and liquor.

"For the sake of your faithfulness, you should be made to know what true power is." Zhou Qingfeng's fingers flicked, and the wine bottle made a crisp sound.

The cork of the bottle was opened, and the wine was poured out and landed on a wounded man who had been shot in the chest. The red wine splattered, and it didn't take long for the injured person to breathe violently and open his eyes weakly.

It was a very ceremonial act, and the dozen or so survivors at the scene all opened their eyes wide and let out a light sigh.

"I hope you ......," Zhou Qingfeng said in the first half of the sentence.

Marcose stared at his subordinates standing at the door of the office in a daze, and shouted viciously: "Keep it a secret, or you will go to hell." ”

A wizard's hand, a healing spell, and it works very well. As Zhou Qingfeng's sharp gaze swept away, all the mercenaries who were not afraid of heaven and earth gasped, nodded silently, and left quickly.

"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng pressed Ma Keshi's injured shoulder with one hand.

The stout Slavic man screamed in pain, and there was a sharp pain in his already numb shoulder, and after a while, it was numb and itchy, and the wound was healing rapidly. The same is true of this thigh, where the broken warheads are squeezed out of the wounds.

Marcos did not answer the question, and asked in a low voice, "Is this the power of God or the power of the devil?" ”

"It's the power of humanity."

"Superpowers?"

"Whatever you want."

Marcos had long thought about the purpose of his boss and how to get along with him, and today it was finally confirmed. He straightened up, watched Zhou Qingfeng continue to help the other wounded, and sighed:

"I was careless this time, and I thought that the officials in the city had been fed by me. But they only want more. The Americans are back, and the situation is even more complicated. ”

Marcos was gritting his teeth, and Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Is there a list?" ”

"What?" Marcos' eyes widened.

Zhou Qingfeng shouted towards the door of the office, "Erin, you can deal with this matter." ”

The dryad walked through the broken glass on the ground and appeared in the doorway with Meowmeow. She nodded at Zhou Qingfeng first and responded, "Yes, master." Then he asked Marcose, "Is there a list that needs to be cleared?" ”

Shocked for a moment, Marcos turned to look through his smashed desk. He picked up the ledger from the pile of paper-like debris, flipped through it and handed it to Erin.

"It's all in the way, they usually take our money but don't do anything, they can kill them all. But be careful, these are all powerful people, and they are very difficult to deal with. ”

Erin smiled and took the account book, and shouted to the black cat who followed up, "Meow, let's go, there's work to do." Your favorite job. ”

The black cat's paws are covered in blood, but its fur is particularly smooth and shiny. She bared her teeth slightly, bounced on the messy floor, and went with Erin.

Marcos stared at the departing black cat for a long time, and it took a long time to breathe a sigh of relief, and then he turned his head to look out of the broken window, and the besieging public intellectual forces were obviously retreating in chaos. He bowed his head towards Zhou Qingfeng and said apologetically:

"I'm sorry, boss. I didn't manage this place properly. ”

"Oh, it's okay." Zhou Qingfeng looked around, he couldn't find a chair to sit on in the office, he spread his hands and said, "If you don't surrender on the spot, you can be considered worthy of me."

But next time I may not be able to come by such a coincidence, if you get into any more trouble, you'd better hold on a little longer. Uh......, I'm actually a bit confused and need your help this time.

Because I thought about it for a day and a night, I couldn't figure out why the local chickens came to mess with us? I decided I didn't want to—I was going to try to think about it for ten days and ten nights, but I didn't have the talent to be a librarian, so I really didn't have the brain. ”