Pushing open the front door of the gang stronghold, I was greeted by a few high-spirited street thugs shaking their heads. Behind the door was a hall with a few couches and a large amount of soot and rolling wine bottles on the floor. A strong smell of marijuana rushed to the nose.

The chaos on the street did not affect the house, at least the addicts on the first floor did not react. They were either drunk or hallucinating, at most staring at the stocking-pullover visitors with wide eyes and strange expressions.

Zhou Qingfeng advanced according to the gun, and did not find any targets worthy of fire. He ignored the dazed garbage, glanced at the first floor, and then searched for the stairs to go up to the second floor.

Halfway through the second floor, heavy footsteps were heard coming from the floor. Some people even scolded and shouted at the walkie-talkie, accompanied by the crisp sound of a pistol being loaded. There was an old woman's voice on the phone, and I don't know who to report the situation outside the stronghold.

When these people heard the chaos on the streets, they thought that the business outside the stronghold had been disturbed, but they didn't know what was going on.

A bodyguard held a pistol and hurried to the staircase on the second floor, where he saw someone downstairs aiming at him with a gun. Before the bodyguard could react, a bullet pierced his head, causing him to bleed in the back of the head and fall straight up.

The corpse fell to the ground to bring about a chain reaction, and only the people on the second floor realized the danger, and the screams continued one after another. You can hear people yelling and shouting, footsteps staggering, and chaos is awkward. Taking advantage of this chaotic few seconds, Zhou Qingfeng came up.

To the left of the staircase is a hallway, and to the right is a small bar for resting. When Zhou Qingfeng came up, some people were hiding behind the bar, and some people were running towards the end of the corridor. He fired several shots at the back of the bar, and then at the people who were running around.

The wooden planks of the bar did not stop the bullets, and after the popping of gunshots, you could hear the screams of the people huddled inside. The people who ran around completely exposed their backs, and collapsed in the merciless slaughter, blood soaking the floor.

At the end of the hallway is an open iron door. Those who fled tried to close the door, but all they showed were their arms and they were hit by bullets, their elbows broken, stubble of bones coming out, and flesh and blood flying.

After a while, a big handbag was thrown out from behind the iron door. An old woman shouted bitterly behind the door: "Take it, there are hundreds of thousands of euros here." Whoever you are, I don't see you. The money should satisfy you. ”

The brutality of the attackers terrified the people in the gang stronghold. They obviously had the advantage in numbers, but they were beaten down. When it is found that the situation has deteriorated dramatically, it is also possible to spend money on your life.

It's just that......

"I'm not here to ask for money, I'm here to ask a question." Zhou Qingfeng stepped over the handbag and approached the iron gate. He didn't have time to talk nonsense, he had to fight and withdraw quickly, "I'm here to find a guy named Malenkov." ”

"I don't know what Malenkov." The old woman shouted from behind the iron gate, "I have called the police and called for help." If you don't leave in a minute, don't even think about leaving. ”

Zhou Qingfeng could hear an uncontrollable heavy breath behind the iron door, it should be the old woman's last bodyguard who was still inside. He grabbed a corpse in his hand, used it as a shield in front of him, and pushed behind the iron gate.

Wow...... the bodyguard behind the door saw a 'person' come in, roared angrily and shot repeatedly. In the confined space, the gunfire was extremely loud, and the ears of the people who shook it hurt people. But the bodyguard opened fire to reveal his position, and a bullet from behind the shield killed him.

When the body of the shield fell, Zhou Qingfeng was revealed.

Behind the iron door is a dedicated office, a long desk, several bookcases, coffee tables and sofas. The old woman named 'Viogi' collapsed in the corner, terrified.

Seeing the attacker, the old woman let out a sharp cry. But she quickly gasped and shouted, "Don't kill me, I can help you find anyone." I can accommodate your request. ”

"Then hurry up, I don't have time to waste." Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward and lifted the old woman up, pushed and took her out of the iron door. He also carried the handbag containing money that he threw out, which was heavy and considered a windfall.

The whole process seems to be careless, unhurried and impatient, but it only takes two minutes before and after. Zhou Qingfeng didn't encounter much resistance, and when he left the gang stronghold, the addicts on the first floor were still stunned, and they didn't know what was going on.

Pushing the old woman Viogie and collecting some weapons and ammunition from the dead bodyguard, Zhou Qingfeng quickly returned to his modified 'Volkswagen'.

The old woman was handled and thrown into the back seat.

Marco in the passenger seat was already scared to pee his pants, and Zhou Qingfeng ripped off the tape from his mouth. He immediately begged with a pitiful look: "Can you not kill me?" I still have family to take care of, and I won't report any clues to the police. ”

Zhou Qingfeng was too lazy to talk, ignited the ignition, and drove away. Not long after he left, the gang rushed over. It's just that I saw that a lot of people died at the scene, and many gang members were scared to come and go, and they didn't stop at all.

As for the police in Brussels, it took more than ten minutes for the police to appear, by which time the modified 'Volkswagen' had long since disappeared. The car reappeared in the field of vision of others, not only the license plate was changed, but even the body was changed under the action of discolored paint.

In the car, Zhou Qingfeng showed Malenkov's portrait to the old woman, "I'm looking for this person, you'd better say something useful." ”

The old woman trembled, but the answer was crying and pleading: "I really don't know this man, I'm just a financial officer of the gang, and I don't get involved in anything illegal." Sir, you want money, I can help you. But you're looking for someone, I don't really know what to say? ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked at the rearview mirror and frowned slightly. He hated the feeling of tossing and turning and getting nothing. Just as he was pondering whether to believe the old woman's words, Marcos suddenly cried out, "She's lying, this old woman is lying." ”

The black-chubby Marcos was excited, excited, and the handcuffs could not imprison his desire to survive. He hurriedly said, "Victor, don't listen to this old woman's nonsense. I'm in the same league as you, and I'll help you expose her lies.

Pater. Vioggi, a Czech, was originally an accountant who absconded to Western Europe more than 30 years ago with money, killing tens of thousands of people without pensions. She has always been involved in gang finance, and many gangs rely on her to launder money to survive.

Gangs make money from drug trafficking, organizing prostitution and other crimes, but they have to rely on people like Viogi to legally spend the money.

Victor, don't let her go. When it comes to harmful, this old woman is more evil than those criminals who can only kill people and set fires. Every bill that ran through her hand was bloody.

Please, don't kill me. You see how useful I am. ”

Marcos said it urgently, but the meaning was very clear. The old woman in the back seat was immediately furious, and wanted to pounce on the black fat third brother like crazy. Zhou Qingfeng lightly stepped on the brakes, and the old woman lost her balance and crashed into the co-pilot's seat.

Marcos was almost bitten by the old woman's ear, and after avoiding it, he shouted to Zhou Qingfeng: "Victor, I will mess with you in the future, I will be your best friend." I'm very smart and very smart, and we're going to be the best guys.

Leave this old woman to me for interrogation, and I'll let her tell the truth. She can't hide any secrets from me, Marco. If she lies, she won't be able to hide it from me. ”

Zhou Qingfeng drove all the way to the outskirts of Brussels, and was not hindered along the way. He looked back at the old woman, Vioghi, and sneered, "What do you want me to interrogate you?" Or do you want this one next to me to interrogate you? ”

The old woman was trembling, and her vicious eyes were staring at Zhou Qingfeng. She probably also thought that she would not escape the death penalty today, and suddenly she was about to open her mouth and spit on Zhou Qingfeng's face. It's just that she just made a move when she was pinched by Zhou Qingfeng.

The modified 'Volkswagen' was parked on the edge of a forest in the suburbs, and the old woman was dragged out of the car. Under the illumination of the headlights, Zhou Qingfeng opened the front cover of the car and removed two iron clips from the battery.

"My car has been modified, and there are some features that I haven't used, such as this one." Zhou Qingfeng touched the two iron clips. The current in the battery is boosted and short-circuited in a collision. Crackling sparks erupted from the clips.

The old woman had been in the gang for many years, and obviously understood the power of those two iron clamps, and knew that she couldn't bear the pain. She was still shaking, panting, her face full of fear and a little pleading.

The sparks on the iron clamp made the old woman tremble, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head.

"The fat black man in the car is right, you do financial work for the dark forces, and magnify the harm of those villains tenfold and hundredfold. You are more evil than a gang leader. Zhou Qingfeng held two iron clips in his hands and said without pity: "Tell me, where is Malenkov?" I'll let you die a happy death. ”

"In the Evre district, 817 Morlock Street." The old woman was stunned for a long time, her head drooped, and she said dejectedly.

Zhou Qingfeng does not distinguish between authenticity and falsehood. Ma Keshi, who was in the car, hurriedly replied: "No, it seems to be a police station there, and there is a military zone nearby, so it is impossible to hide people." After saying that, the black fat man said proudly: "Victor, you see how good I am." With me, you will never be deceived. ”

The old woman was furious again, and shouted at Marcos like a madman: "Fool, I am dead, can you still live?"

Do you know who this guy is? He was targeted by Malenkov and was offered a reward of two million euros by the Carolingians. Even if you help him, he will never let you go. ”

The old woman's words were too heart-wrenching. Marcose's round fat face was shaking, and his expression when he looked at Zhou Qingfeng was also extremely entangled. He looked like he was about to cry and said, "Please, don't kill me." I can help you, you're definitely going to need a helper. ”

Zhou Qingfeng really didn't want to keep this black fat man called 'Marco'. He doesn't have a good impression of the third brother, and always feels that it is a group of 'silly joys', and killing him is no different from killing an NPC.

It's just that the black fat man in front of him seems to be a little useful......

"You're here to clean up this wicked woman." Zhou Qingfeng opened the car door, released the handcuffs for Marcose, and handed over the iron clip connected to the high-voltage electricity. "Frankly, I really didn't want you to live. But whether you can live now depends on your performance. ”

Marcos took a deep breath and grabbed the iron clip, his hands shaking. He walked up to the old woman in a few steps and said with a crying voice: "I'm sorry, I don't want to do this, but I want to live." Tell that kid, where the hell is Malenkov? ”

Zhou Qingfeng stood behind, raised the pistol with a silencer, and pointed at the back of Marco's head, "Hurry up, I'm in a hurry." ”

Marcos stretched out his hands, and the old woman suddenly let out a terrible cry.