Brussels, south of the city in the district of Oderheim.

The modified 'Volkswagen' stopped at a fork in the road, turned off and fell into waiting. After the car was repaired, the performance did not decrease but increased, and many functions were added on the basis of retaining the original multiple uses.

Sitting in the car were Zhou Qingfeng's ......, and the black-faced third brother Ma Keshi, who was forcibly pulled into the car. This old man set up a stall selling medicine in a second-hand market in the city, and the business was booming.

just heard that Zhou Qingfeng was going to ask about the gangs in the city, and the chubby and round-faced third brother directly said, 'I don't know'. But because of Zhou Qingfeng's fist and a thousand euros in cash, he still had no choice but to get into the car.

The car was quiet, and Zhou Qingfeng was staring at the intersection opposite. A few dozen meters away on the side of the street, there are a few prostitutes walking back and forth, and there are also some sneaky thugs who are scurrying around or squatting on the side of the road to chat.

It's dark, and the intersection is sparsely trafficked, but from time to time some people drive by. They either go into the neighborhood with the prostitutes to have fun, or they make deals with the pimps who stare at the prostitutes to buy marijuana drugs or something.

Three or four hours after dark, the condition at this fork in the road remained the same, unchanged.

Marcos went from being scared and cautious at the beginning, to now fidgeting and bored. He had been staring at Zhou Qingfeng's face, trying to see something from this young man's face. It's just that Zhou Qingfeng has not spoken, and has always observed calmly.

By ten o'clock at night, the flow of people at the three-way intersection became more and more lively. There are also more and more street women walking out of the narrow alleys, scantily clad and scratching their heads. There are a succession of men who come here to have fun, and there are some of them who are busy.

"Uh......, can't we say something?" The black fat man Marco couldn't help it, he was lively and active by nature, and he was like a talker. Holding him back for a few hours now is simply making him commit suicide slowly.

"Say what?" Zhou Qingfeng was still staring at the three-way intersection, his eyes were not leaving.

"My name is Marcos."

"My name is Victor."

"So......, Victor, what exactly do you want to do?"

"Didn't I say it, I'm looking for a group of Eastern European killers who came to Brussels, and the leader is called Malenkov." Zhou Qingfeng gave the documents provided by the 'cleaner', which were printed with Malenkov's portrait. "It is said that the people of the gang know where he is? I asked you where you could find the biggest gang leader in town, and you said it would be here. I'm coming. ”

Marcos pursed his lips and nodded, as if he understood. But after two seconds, he couldn't help but ask, "The question is, what do you want to do?"

It is the stronghold of the Kutch gang and the most important drug trading ground in Brussels. There were at least twenty people in that room. And Boss Kuchi wasn't necessarily there, I just said he might be in there. Are you ......, are you a police officer? ”

"It's not."

"So what the hell do you want to do?"

"I just want someone to show me the way and help me find Malenkov. This guy openly came to kill me yesterday at noon, and I will never let him go. It would be better if I could find someone else who came to kill me. ”

The more Marcos listened, the more confused he became, "Why would anyone want to kill you?" ”

"Because if you kill me, I'll get a bounty of two million euros." Zhou Qingfeng replied, understatement.

"What?" When the figure of two million euros came out, Marcos's eyes were as big as ping-pong balls. He shouted strangely, "Two million? Are you ......, are you sure? ”

"Sure."

"Then I killed you now, can I get the bounty?" Marcos struggled excitedly, and his hands were exposed in the saddle. He seemed to be only now aware of his situation, and sneered: "Hehe......, it seems that I can't kill you now." ”

Being stared at by Zhou Qingfeng's cold gaze for a while, Marcoshi had to be quiet. But in less than five seconds, he asked seriously, "Victor, can I ask a question first?" Suppose I kill you, where will I get the bounty? ”

Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to roll his eyes, and said unhappily: "You better think about it, if I don't find Kuqi tonight, there will be a few more bullet holes on your body, and the corpse will appear in that garbage bin?" ”

Marcose sneered again, "Don't worry, I can't find Boss Kuchi here, I can take you to find it elsewhere." I am very familiar with Brussels, and all the gang strongholds and insider stories are in my head. I know everything about them.

But don't you really say where to get your bounty? In case you die, maybe I can help you get the money. If you have any last wishes, I can also help you make them happen. I, Marcose, have a lot of integrity and do what I say. ”

This dead Ah San, where did he get this courage? Was your brain kicked by a donkey?

Zhou Qingfeng turned his head angrily, word by word, and shouted viciously: "Marco, you shut up for me." Otherwise, I'll screw your head off right now and throw it in the trash. ”

Marcose was finally a little scared, but judging from his expression, it was obvious that he regretted not being able to participate in the cause of 'two million euros'. Zhou Qingfeng is like a bundle of euro cash, which is really eye-catching.

After less than two minutes of silence, Marcos squirmed again, wanting to open his mouth but not daring to open his mouth, and he would suffocate to death if he didn't open his mouth. Seeing his embarrassed appearance of twisting and twisting in the passenger seat, Zhou Qingfeng really hated to beat him to death with one punch, "If you have a fart, let it go." ”

"I don't have a fart to put out, I just wanted to remind you that the car that just passed by the intersection is Boss Couch. The old woman who got out of the car was's confidant Viogie. She is in charge of finances within the Kuchi gang. ”

Just passing by a 'Mercedes', an old woman with a strange face got out of the car. The woman was thin and ugly, but she was dressed in extremely gorgeous fashion. There are also four bodyguards by her side, tattooed and scarred, all of whom seem to be difficult to mess with.

After the old woman got out of the car, she stepped on her high heels and kicked into the house opposite the fork in the road. Two of the four bodyguards were left outside, and the remaining two followed.

Marcos continued: "Surely Viogie knows where Kutch is? Maybe even know where the Malenkov you're looking for? But I think you're just in trouble. ”

"What's the trouble?"

"You've been parking here for too long. It's Kutch's territory, everyone is here to have fun, and few people park for hours at night. Those thugs know very well what is going on around here, and your car is too new to them. ”

"So what?"

"If Viogi doesn't come, no one will take care of you if you stop here. But Viogi came, most likely to collect money. The thugs will be wary, and they'll probably send someone to check your car. ”

After Ma Keshi finished speaking, he shrugged his shoulders and signaled that Zhou Qingfeng had better drive away quickly.

But Zhou Qingfeng looked at his watch, took out an old-fashioned 'Beretta 92S' from his arms, and turned the muzzle on the silencer. This is the weapon that I got from the killer yesterday, and it also includes three magazines.

Marcos looked stunned, as if he had only realized the danger at this moment. It didn't take long for him to say that what he had foreseen really happened. Two idle street thugs cloaked their hands, lowered their heads, and began to check the vehicles parked nearby along the street.

One of the street thugs held a flashlight, and the other grabbed a stick, and walked slowly. They mainly look at the license plate and also see if there is anyone in the car. The one with the flashlight will even touch the front cover of the car to feel the temperature of the car's engine and judge the dwell time.

Marcoshi was suddenly nervous and looked at Zhou Qingfeng uneasily.

Zhou Qingfeng lowered the side window halfway and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the outside of the car.

Marco's breathing was about to stop, and his eyes widened, looking at the approaching street gangsters for a while, and Zhou Qingfeng for a while. His mouth trembled, and he said intermittently: "You ......, you don't really want to kill, do you?" ”

Zhou Qingfeng had a roll of tape in his hand, and ripped off a piece to seal Marco's mouth. The fat black man was still whining, his body writhing, his eyes rolling, as if to stop what was about to happen.

At a distance of dozens of meters, two street thugs quickly patrolled. When he arrived in front of the modified 'Volkswagen', the person who shook the flashlight first took a look at the license plate, found that the license plate was unfamiliar, and then reached out to touch the front cover of the car, and the engine was cold. He hurriedly shone to the window of the car and called out to his companion.

The thug with the stick in hand immediately came up, found the window ajar, and lowered his head to see if there was anyone in the car. But as soon as he looked down, a black muzzle sticking out of the car window came out.

With a pop, the bullet fired, hitting the target in the forehead.

The thug with the throwing stick immediately fell to the ground, and the thug who shook the flashlight quickly turned around. But before he could step forward and shout, another bullet caught up with him, piercing the back of his head.

It was dark and the street lights weren't bright enough. If you are a little farther away, you can't see anything clearly. The fork in the road is still lively, the street girl is still doing business, and the pimp buying marijuana is still looking around. No one realized that two people had died a few dozen meters away.

It's not yet eleven o'clock in the evening, and the nightlife has just begun. No one realizes that danger is coming. Zhou Qingfeng pushed the car door open and stood on the pavement with a pistol in hand. He stared blankly at the two corpses on the ground, took out a pair of stockings from the car, tore open the package and put them on his face.

The car door was closed by Zhou Qingfeng casually, and the Marco in the car twisted more violently, and the sealed mouth kept whining. But the moment Zhou Qingfeng shot, he knew that he had met the real murderer, which was completely different from the usual gangsters.

Dead,

Dead,

It's a dead deal!

Marcos knew that if he didn't escape, he would eventually be killed. Now the clock was ticking against the clock, and he was soon sweating profusely. But his hands were cuffed, and he was still leaning against the special saddle armrests, which were specially designed to torture people. After being tortured, the whole person couldn't move.

Outside the car, Zhou Qingfeng, who was wearing stockings, was slowly moving forward, steadily walking towards the house opposite the three-way intersection. A woman standing on the street was the first to see him, and hurriedly came up to solicit business, only to see a black face, like a faceling.

Yes......!

An exclamation alarmed the people of the entire three-way road, and dozens of pairs of eyes all looked at it. Prostitutes, prostitutes, junkies, pimps, and two tall bodyguards standing in front of the gang stronghold.

By the light of the street lamp, everyone saw a tall man walking in the darkness. He was wearing stockings and had bad intentions. This strange scene made everyone's hearts frightened, and they ran in a panic.

The two bodyguards hurriedly wanted to pull out their guns, but the uninvited guests were far faster than them. Accurate bullets hit them in the chest first, killing them instantly.

The limp corpse plopped down, and the situation at the three-way intersection became even more chaotic.

Screams, shouts, runs, countless figures swaying.

The uninvited guest stepped past the bodies of the two bodyguards without hurry, pushed open the door behind them, and stepped in.