Manhattan's Chinatown is a small area, and the buildings and facilities here are far from the rest of Manhattan, and they are quite dilapidated in comparison.

Zhou Qingfeng walked along both sides of the road, following the index of the map to the nearby fire station. But he soon faced a situation where he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, and the street he was about to walk was barried.

Several streets where the Chinese congregate have been cordoned off, and they have entrenched themselves in their own territory, forbidding outsiders to enter or leave, intending to protect themselves in this negative way.

"I saw a patrol with a sentry on the roof, and there were at least a few thousand people living in it." Zhou Qingfeng raised the binoculars and could see that his compatriots had done a good job in fighting illegal immigrants and urban gangsters.

"You Chinese are very ruthless." Caterina was also observing. There was a Chinese patrol hauling bodies, and what appeared to have been killed were several white men trying to storm the barricades.

"I always thought that we Chinese were bullied abroad." Although Zhou Qingfeng was very happy that his compatriots could have a place to live, the barricades were blocking his way. If he wanted to make a detour, he would probably have to face another gang of gangsters who were taking over the streets.

"Don't talk nonsense, when you Chinese are ruthless, you are fiercer than anyone else!" Katerina was very unconvinced by Zhou Qingfeng's words, "When I was a mercenary in Africa, I used to fight with you Chinese.

Every time you are attacked, you will call the whole world to know and feel that you are wronged. But when you attack others, you never say it. When Chinese grab territory, they become extremely murderous. ”

"Really?" Zhou Qingfeng's face was happy, and when he heard the news, he had a feeling of 'my compatriots are so shameless, I will rest assured'.

However, Katerina's tone changed again, and she said teasingly: "But you Chinese are also very strong in internal fighting." You want to be the first in everything you do, and if you are not the first, you will not be happy and will not give up. ”

"Stop, stop, stop, let's think about what to do with the trouble in front of us, right?" Zhou Qingfeng was a little embarrassed when he heard this, he didn't want to talk about these black histories.

"What else can I do? Say hello to them and discuss if you can borrow it? You Chinese also have the advantage that as long as you do it in the right way, you are very willing to communicate and communicate with others.

We can't kill everyone in Manhattan, and a closed force like this will certainly be what we will have to face in the future. ”

Katerina also pushed Zhou Qingfeng, and he asked in surprise, "You let me go up?" ”

"Are you going to let me, an Englishman, go up?" Caterina rolled her eyes.

Whew...... it seems that I can really only go up.

Zhou Qingfeng was not used to the feeling of facing the muzzle of the gun, but he could only stand up and shout loudly at the sentry in the distance, "Hey! I'm Chinese, can I talk to you? ”

The sentry immediately aimed at the gun, so frightened that Zhou Qingfeng hurriedly hid behind the wall of a building. After a while, the sentry shouted in Chinese: "On the other side, you can walk slowly, but I want to see your hands." ”

"Go ahead, Chinese boy." Katerina patted Zhou Qingfeng on the shoulder and said jokingly: "I hope you have the expertise in negotiation." ”

Zhou Qingfeng flashed his head a few times, and after making sure that there was no danger on the other side, he had the courage to come out. He also raised his hands to show that he was harmless. But as soon as he got closer, someone popped up from behind the barricade, glanced at him carefully, and asked, "Are you the kid who killed the mayor of New York?" ”

The unlucky director of the New York Police Department Bratton has achieved Zhou Qingfeng's prestige!

"That's right!" Zhou Qingfeng nodded with a shy face, "My name is Zhou Qingfeng, and my English name is Victor. Hugo. ”

There were several Chinese with guns behind the barricade, and a middle-aged man shouted enthusiastically: "Young man, come in!" We need someone like you who dares to fight and kill, and I've reported about you on TV, and I'm sure you can't be one of those white and black people. ”

The middle-aged man was obviously a leader, he patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder hard, and said in admiration: "Boy, your equipment is really good!" The police in New York have suffered a lot in your hands, and you have robbed them of a lot of good things! ”

Zhou Qingfeng also brought all kinds of NYPD equipment, and he also said happily: "Uncle, can I discuss something with you." ”

"Want to join us? I've said it all, no problem. My surname is Zheng, a native of Hebei, you can call me Uncle Zheng in the future. Uncle Zheng was really enthusiastic, and took Zhou Qingfeng's hand and walked towards the back of the market, wanting to take him to meet other friends.

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't open his mouth for a while, so he could only follow Uncle Zheng. He soon entered a roadside cafeteria, which had been transformed into a command headquarters.

"Come on, everyone, know this kid, right?! A week ago Victor in New York made a big fuss. Hugo. His real name is Zhou Qingfeng, and he came to us today. Uncle Zheng shouted in the restaurant.

Zhou Qingfeng originally thought that he would be cheered, but there were only a few cold glances in the restaurant, which made the smiling face he had prepared useless. In the dining room, there were more than a dozen people, old and young, all sitting around the table with sad faces, as if they had just finished some fruitless discussion.

"What's wrong? As for being so worried? It's good that we're not alive now. Uncle Zheng looked optimistic, and pulled Zhou Qingfeng to introduce everyone present one by one. This old man Li, a native of Fujian, is an old overseas Chinese. This Don Jr., a newcomer seven years ago. This is Marco, who used to be a soldier in the U.S. Army and is also our main force. ”

While Uncle Zheng was introducing, Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward to shake hands with a smile on his face. When he walked in front of Marco, the young man who was shaved and dressed in a U.S. military training uniform said in a sarcastic tone: "I can't stay outside anymore, so I want to find a compatriot to keep warm?" It's just that we don't have any food left here! ”

"I guessed it." Zhou Qingfeng can understand with his knees that the great cause of these Chinese families in front of him is also very expensive, and without external supplements, everyone has to sit in the city of sorrow, "I actually came to borrow the Tao." ”

"What's the excuse?" Old man Li, who was sitting at the other end, spoke with a Hokkien accent and snatched the conversation away.

"My companion and I are going to Bron Street behind you, but several streets around here have been blocked. I had to find a way to borrow the road. ”

"Do you still have companions? How many people? ”

"Just two, me and an Englishman. We'd like to go to Bloom Street to get a fire rescue truck. ”

Hearing that Zhou Qingfeng was just two people, Old Man Li shook his head and said, "It was okay to say a few days ago, but now I can't get by, and the surroundings are blocked." Everyone is grabbing land, everyone is afraid of being robbed, and no one can trust anyone.

Now that everybody knows that New York is finished, we all want to run. But on the other side of Bulon Street is the territory of another group of people, and thousands of us are trapped here and can't move, and we can't escape if we want to! ”