"This must be Lena. Fox made an advertorial, she was trying to recruit more people. But there are really a lot of people running over, what can I feed them? "Zhou Qingfeng felt inexplicable about the 'Martial Arts Women's Association', but he didn't have the heart to ask through the radio.

"Show this newspaper to the rest of the neighborhood, there are so many missing person notices on it, maybe someone can find their family." Zhou Qingfeng shook off the newspaper and beckoned Minsk to the subway station, now that time is pressing, it is better not to care about other things.

The night was dark and the stars were shining.

Zhou Qingfeng and Minsk, with 16 men, also pulled up the 'Walker' machine to carry a large number of tools, and went to the nearby subway station. Fearing that their intentions would be revealed, none of them turned on the lights and relied only on a night vision device to scout the road.

At night, gunfire erupts in Lower Manhattan, and when you climb to the top of the building, you can clearly see the streamers of various projectiles flying, and it is true to say that this is hell.

The entrance to the subway in New York is very simple, narrow and small, and very inconspicuous, Zhou Qingfeng moved away from a few ice cream cones blocking the way and glanced at the entrance. At the entrance of the subway lies a person, who looks not young, and seems to be holding a ...... in his arms, violin?

"Hey, old man, this is not the place for you to stay. Stay away from here. Zhou Qingfeng kicked with his foot, and the old man on the ground quickly got up and apologized to him again and again.

Just apologized and apologized, but the old man didn't leave. Instead, he asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Sir, do you want a serenade?" I am Joseph. Bell, principal violinist of the New York Philharmonic, is a good violinist. I've had no less than $500 tickets to concerts in the past, and now I'm giving you free plays, how about that? ”

The old man used a question, but he immediately began to play. A dozen menacing wasteland thugs just watched around in a daze.

"Stop, old man! No one listens to you now. Zhou Qingfeng shouted angrily: "Get out of New York immediately, you still have a chance to live." If you stay, you're dead. ”

"But when I leave New York, no one listens to me. I've struggled all my life to play in various theaters on Broadway in New York, and I will continue to play until I die! I'm almost on the verge of achieving my dream, and I'm not going to give up. "The old man is still very stubborn.

"You're going to play somewhere else."

"It's not safe anywhere else."

"Don't you feel like you're insecure right now?"

"But I think you're good-tempered."

Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to raise his head and sigh: I met a madman. He grabbed the old man's shoulders, threw him out of the subway port alive, and said in a vicious voice: "Old man, listen to my advice, it's still too late to leave New York." ”

"But I'm old,......。"

"I don't care if you're old or not, don't get in the way in front of me."

Zhou Qingfeng kicked the old man away at the end, and then led the team into the subway. During the whole process, no one around him spoke.

Going down from the entrance of the subway, Zhou Qingfeng and others turned on the strong flashlight and went all the way to Chambers Station near the police headquarters. There were no overturned trains blocking the road on this road, and the road was smooth. Since the satellites in the sky are still working, after arriving at Chambers Station, Minsk used GPS positioning to select an excavation site in the tunnel wall of the subway.

"Dig six meters up from here and we should have access to a closed sewer." Minsk called out, calf-sized 'walkers' stepped forward, and high-pressure water cutters were carried up.

Zhou Qingfeng got a lot of high-energy batteries, which can be used to drive a portable ultra-high-pressure water cutting machine with a 500 megapascal class. This kind of machine has never been too convenient to make holes and tear down walls, and now the only drawback is that it is a bit of a waste of water.

"Minsk, you take a few people to control the machine, leave a few people in charge of guarding, and I'll take a few people to go around the other parts of the tunnel, so that no one will disturb us, and at the same time bring the follow-up tools." Since Minsk is too stuffy, it can only be ordered by Zhou Qingfeng, and the others can obey.

The whole work of digging holes and tearing down the walls was extremely dull, and the change in time was almost imperceptible due to the work under the subway in the dark. In order to seize the time, more than a dozen people worked in three shifts, 24 hours a day, eating, drinking, and lassing in the subway, and all supplies were supplied from the outside at night.

The first day of construction passed quickly, and Minsk managed to open a six-meter-long hole. The entire engineering team entered a sewer and then headed for another communication maintenance pipe.

However, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't stay underground all the time, and the butcher who went out to loot again brought back a messenger - the messenger of the Zhetas gang.

"Mr. Hugo, my name is Jos. Lowes. Mr. Zhetas sent me to bring you his greetings. At the same time, I would like to formally invite you to become our friend. "The messenger was a middle-aged man with a 'Z' on his forehead, with the usual dark skin of Mexicans, and a very kind look in his eyes.

But the few bodyguards who came with Jos were not kind, they wore turbans, homemade tactical vests, carried six or seven magazines, machetes pinned to their waists, guns in their hands, and their indifferent gazes always liked to sweep around people's necks.

Of course, the gang also likes to stare at Katerina's chest and thighs, and they even openly whisper in Spanish in an extremely obscene tone.

In order to receive this group of uninvited guests, except for Minsk, who works in the subway, the other three members of the team were all present. Caterina stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, approached him and whispered in his ear: "Pay attention to the M67 grenade hanging from the waist of these bastards, this is definitely not something that can be obtained from the police station." ”

Zhou Qingfeng also noticed the equipment of these guys, and felt that they had found the camp of the US National Guard or the US Army, and got a lot of good things.

Jos stretched out his hand towards Zhou Qingfeng, smiled and said, "Mr. Hugo, please accept Mr. Zhetas's friendship and become one of us, otherwise you will definitely regret it!" ”

Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to stretch out his hand, but Caterina gently pushed him behind him before he made him compromise.

The hands of the two men were clasped together, which made Zhou Qingfeng feel quite disgusted. The other person's palm was wet and hot, sticky and uncomfortable.

But Jos said extremely proudly: "Mr. Hugo, this is the right choice. We actually know that you attacked one of our convoys and stole some of Mr. Zettas's supplies. Just outside your block, five hundred mighty Jetas guards have been assembled.

If you make the wrong choice, it doesn't end well. But it's nothing now, you're already an official of the Republic of New York, and those supplies should be given to you. ”

Zhou Qingfeng let go of his hand and asked with a frown: "Mr. Jos, you must also hold an important position in the Republic of New York, right?" Can I know who you are? ”

"I'm the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The humble servant of Mr. Jettas. The lewd Mexican man said the name of his leader, and bent slightly respectfully.

Zhou Qingfeng really had the illusion of seeing a ghost in the daytime. The person who filed like this is actually the Minister of Foreign Affairs, what kind of bullshit is the Republic of New York is really a joke!