Thanks to the high technology of the mobile phone, Zhou Qingfeng will not get lost in the night. He is steadily working towards his goal, very careful along the way. The ninety-three provinces are the most unsafe areas in Gaul, with deserted streets and few vehicles and pedestrians at night. Occasionally, I see a few figures sneaking around, and it doesn't look like they're doing a good deed.

Zhou Qingfeng is not doing good deeds, and he himself can't tell why he came to this Longtan Tiger's Den, because he is not a bold character in the first place. But since he obtained the ability, he always had the urge to take risks, to show his skills, to do things he had never done or thought about in the past.

That's what it is now......

The cities of Gallic give Zhou Qingfeng a sense of strangeness, often just crossing a street, and the two sides of the street are completely different worlds. On one side is neat, bright, and well-organized prosperity, and on the other side is disorderly, dim, and chaotic and dilapidated. Zhou Qingfeng stood in the middle of the street, as if he was standing on some kind of dividing line between yin and yang, and the dark side carried a palpitating tension.

It is this feeling that makes Zhou Qingfeng's adrenaline increase, excites him, makes him explode strength, and makes him more aware and sensitive. A voice in the shadows seemed to say to him - boy, you belong to darkness and chaos, you were born to do this.

It's like playing a real-life version of Vice City.

The graffiti on the street walls is exaggerated and distorted, the garbage bins in the corners emit a rancid stench, and the wandering thugs are smoking marijuana and muttering incomprehensible babble—Zhou Qingfeng's senses of sight, hearing, and smell are all mobilized, and his figure is scurrying in the shadows at an extremely fast speed.

There's a bright spot at the intersection that's flickering and dark, and when it comes on, it reflects the face of a person standing against a wall, and a guy who is letting off the wind smoke. He was clearly not serious and bored. Zhou Qingfeng stared for a few seconds, and slowly retreated behind the street corner, judging from the map on the smartphone, he had already arrived at the place - Goblin Hassan had opened a car repair shop, just ahead.

Zhou Qingfeng was as light as a tanuki, approaching the wall of the street corner in small steps, targeting the guy who was smoking a cigarette. When he was a few meters away, the other party suddenly looked up and saw a shadow approaching him.

The sentry was so frightened that his mouth opened and he was about to scream when the cigarette fell. But his tongue opened and he made an 'ah' sound—and the shadows on the other side came like ghosts, grabbing him by the throat before he could make any further movements.

The 'ah' sound came to an abrupt end.

Zhou Qingfeng was extremely excited, he had learned 'hand-to-hand combat' from Erica, but there was only some theory but no practice. He only knew what he should do, but he didn't know why he did it, and he couldn't assess how much force he should use in his actions and what the consequences would be.

Now Zhou Qingfeng took the initiative and planned to launch an attack, and it was really true knowledge from practice. He quickly gained a clearer understanding of what a 'raid' was.

Just touching the enemy's waste-like sentry has already made Zhou Qingfeng very happy. The hapless sentry was almost strangled to death by his pincer-like palms. He dragged the sentry into the darkness and asked in Arabic in a low voice: "Where is Hassan?" ”

The hapless sentry also struggled with his hands and feet, and a whining cry came out of his mouth. No matter how hard Zhou Qingfeng's palm is, the other party's Adam's apple is deformed. He asked again, "I ask one last time, where is Hassan?" The hapless sentry still didn't answer. Half a day later, Zhou Qingfeng realized that he still hadn't been able to master the strength and stunned this guy alive.

Zhou Qingfeng launched 'deep learning' again, wanting to see if the other party had any skills in his mind to learn. Outcome...... The other party's cerebral blood supply is insufficient, and his thinking is stagnant and in a state of coma, and he cannot carry out normal exploration.

What the hell......

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the map positioning on the smartphone again, and he was separated from Hassan's garage by a wall. On one side of the wall is the den where the North African goblins collect and sell stolen goods. He turned down the brightness of his phone's screen, probed the wall with a faint light, and didn't see any broken glass, barbed wire, or anything in the way.

The road is not forgotten, and the night is not closed!

The internal security is already very good, but every household is still used to installing anti-theft doors and windows. The security in Gaul is terrible, but the residential buildings here are completely undefended, and the gentleman on the beam can enter and exit at will - the wall of the garage is not high, Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his arms and jumped lightly, and pulled himself up with a force on his shoulders.

The garage occupies a large area, and the front yard is used for open-air parking, and there are more than a dozen vehicles parked in the sand. The back is a large shed, which is lit up, and you can hear the laughter of many men and the sound of the sound of the video playing, the volume is very loud - I don't know what film the people in the shed are watching, Zhou Qingfeng can also vaguely hear the crying and screaming of women.

These guys like to watch horror movies?

Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the wall and landed steadily. The vehicles in the parking lot provided good cover and allowed him to approach the shed silently. The floor of the shed is greasy, tools and parts are placed haphazardly, and a few high-wattage lights make the shed as bright as day.

A few bearded North African goblins were having fun, some were working, but most were huddled in front of a computer monitor. There are still women's cries and screams in the computer speaker, and I don't know what these people are doing, it seems that they are playing some short video repeatedly - listening to the screams is weird, but these guys can actually watch it all the time haha, what kind of brain circuit?

There are five North African goblins in the shed, two or three of them are sturdy enough to grab the tools at hand and use them as weapons. This kind of stolen goods den, maybe there are still guns hidden, and it is very dangerous to break into it directly - Zhou Qingfeng didn't think much about it, and turned his head and began to look for wires and distribution boxes in the garage.

It is also the bad luck of the goblins in this garage, their wires are connected by themselves, and the distribution box is actually outside the shed. The local Zheng government and Jing Cha had nothing to do with them, and repeated advice was useless, so they could only let it go. Now it's okay, Uncle Zhou easily found the distribution box, and the small box lock broke as soon as he twisted.

Under the lighting of the mobile phone, the main electric switch is in front of you. Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand and gently flicked it, and with a click, the power went out in the repair shop. The goblins in the shed were having fun, and the sudden darkness and silence baffled them all. There was no power supply in their shed, and after a few screams, someone walked out of the shed with an emergency light.

The flickering emergency lights illuminated the ground white, and a North African goblin in a greasy undershirt walked straight to the distribution box. As he walked, a gust of wind blew past him, startling him. He hurriedly nervously held the emergency light and glanced left and right, but he didn't see any figures.

The rest of the goblins were still yelling in the shed, noisily asking their comrades with emergency lights what was going on? The darkness made them all feel incapacitated, and there were many obstacles in the shed, so it was easy to bump and get injured.

The 'goblin' carrying the emergency light outside had already walked to the distribution box, and at a glance he saw the small lock that had been twisted and thrown on the ground, and immediately exclaimed, 'Someone turned off our electric switch'. With this shout, a wrench was picked up in the dark shed and smashed the back of the head of a stout 'goblin'.

The 'goblin' who was attacked didn't snort, and fell down, but instead caused a box with a large number of tools to fall, and there was a loud bang. The other 'goblins' were startled, and they were silent for a few seconds staring into the darkness around them. When they found that they could not see anything, they stumbled and fled outside the shed.

"Someone is coming into the shed, someone is attacking us." A 'goblin' was screaming, desperate to get to his companion with an 'emergency light', where there was light to make him feel safe. It's just that he tripped over the debris on the floor of the shed after running two steps, fell a 'dog eating', his mouth hurt, and his teeth were loose.

"Push the switch up, push it up. Call someone, call quickly. "The fallen 'Goblin' struggled to get up again, dizzy. He heard a banging sound behind him, and it sounded like the other companions were being attacked one after another, and there seemed to be a demon lurking in the darkness, constantly pounceing and hunting.

The fallen 'Goblin' managed to get out of the shed. When he came to the emergency light, he was stunned to find that the emergency light had fallen to the ground. The companion who originally carried the emergency light to send out the jing report also disappeared.

The situation was even more frightening, so he quickly picked up the emergency light and shone it around him, trying to spot the attacker in the dark. He also reached for his phone and wanted to call for other companions to help.

The number had just been dialed out, and before the phone could be connected, the 'goblin' found himself to be the last person in the garage. His emergency light shone on several of his downed companions, and the others fell to the ground for no apparent reason, both inside and outside the shed. This situation made his heart beat like a drum, and he wanted to run away as soon as he turned around.

In the darkness, a wrench whirred and flew over, slamming into the head of the last 'goblin'. His head was bleeding and he fell on his back, his emergency lights and cell phone fell to the ground - the phone was only then connected, and someone shouted 'Hey' from there.

The chaos swirled and the dark garage became very quiet. Rustling footsteps sounded on the gravel floor, and under the light of the emergency lights, a figure emerged from the darkness and picked up the dropped phone.

"Hey, hey, Nazam, speak. Bastard, are you drinking again? I have told you many times, don't drink behind my back in the middle of the night, for the Prophet will inflict sin on you. The person on the other end of the phone scolded impatiently, "If you don't do your job well, even if the 'prophet' doesn't condemn you, I will go to the garage tomorrow to clean you up." ”

The figure in the dark looked at the phone, and hung up with a silent tap.

It was completely quiet......