"I'm not a police officer."

"But you're wearing a police uniform."

"The police uniform was stolen."

"But you fought the kidnappers and killed them."

"So what? I'm still not a police officer. ”

"Then you must be a good person."

"Little one, I don't want to talk nonsense anymore. You'd better hide in a corner, keep your mouth shut and wait for help. As for your mother's life and death, leave it to God to decide. ”

The child named Ronnie kept looking at Zhou Qingfeng with pitiful eyes, begging him to save his mother. But Zhou Qingfeng could only refuse again and again, and after he finally finished speaking impatiently, he walked into the fire escape without looking back.

Zhou Qingfeng hopes to enter the upper space of the hospital as soon as possible, where the environment is complicated, it is more convenient to fight, escape, hide or shade, it is much better than the parking lot where there is no place to hide.

The little boy watched Zhou Qingfeng leave without hesitation, standing in place and not daring to move, he could only cry silently, extremely pitiful. The reason why Zhou Qingfeng was so ruthless about him was because after the cataclysm, nearly half of the population of New York died before the nuclear bomb washed the ground.

According to the scene of the movie, after the cataclysm, the bones are really exposed in the wild, and the corpses are all over the ground, and that kind of apocalyptic scene is definitely not suitable for the soft-hearted. Zhou Qingfeng knew that he couldn't save anyone, his ability was too limited, and it was difficult to even save himself.

Zhou Qingfeng aimed his gun at the top of the slope, stepping on the stairs of the fire escape and quietly walking upward. As he ascended two floors, he smelled a man's cologne emanating from the staircase on the basement floor.

Hmph...... foreigner body odor is too strong, and he can't live without perfume. They didn't notice it for a long time, but when Zhou Qingfeng, who had a very light body odor, smelled that strong smell that couldn't be concealed.

What to do? Zhou Qingfeng didn't know how many people were behind the staircase! If it's okay, rush over to attack first, and slam the trigger to suppress the opponent. But if it's two people, it's his turn to catch the blind.

Do you want to go back?

Zhou Qingfeng felt a hint of retreat in his heart. But he immediately dispelled this idea, and he was afraid that there would be more enemies coming from the direction of the parking lot lane. The person at the back of the staircase squatted still, and his number should not be dominant. Otherwise they would have rushed down long ago.

Zhou Qingfeng decided to wait patiently behind the staircase for a while, aiming his gun firmly in front of him, waiting for the enemy to jump out on his own.

Ten seconds, twenty seconds, thirty seconds, Zhou Qingfeng'......s time was extremely precious, and large drops of sweat fell from his forehead. Every second he wondered if his judgment was wrong, if his nose smelled wrong, and if he wasted his time and wasted a precious chance to escape, he would pay with his life.

At an absolute numerical disadvantage, Zhou Qingfeng's psychological pressure could make him nervous to the point of convulsions, knowing that the opponent might be surrounded on both sides. But he could only wait patiently for the enemy to reveal his flaws.

Zhou Qingfeng didn't move, he tried to adjust his breathing, slowly and steadily, without showing any sound. Two minutes later, he heard a sudden cry of a child coming from the bottom of the stairs.

Damn, it's that little boy named Ronnie, he's definitely in trouble.

When Zhou Qingfeng heard the cry, his heart tightened. He is not a hard-hearted person, and he is inevitably worried when he encounters weakness. If it was in the original world, he would definitely save a child like Ronnie, but now he really can't help it.

"I can't save it, I can't save it, if I go to save it, I'll put myself in it. I'm going to hold steady, hold steady,......。 Zhou Qingfeng tried to persuade himself not to act rashly, but when he heard Xiao Ronnie crying more and more miserably and louder, he was still sad and tears were about to fall.

"I really can't save it, I can't save it!" Zhou Qingfeng tried to control his emotions and was ruthless not to be disturbed by the child's crying. "I have to save myself first, and I have to be selfish at this time."

Just when Zhou Qingfeng's mind was about to mess up, a bang of gunfire ended his disorderly entanglement, and Xiao Ronnie's crying also stopped abruptly with the gunshot. He felt as if the shot had hit him in the heart, and his heart felt like a piercing pain.

After the child's crying stopped, Zhou Qingfeng could hear the creak of the fire door being slammed open, and someone came up from downstairs. His heart was beating like a drum at the moment, beating non-stop.

There are people at the bottom, I am surrounded, do I rush or not? To rush or not to rush?!

The sweat drops on Zhou Qingfeng's forehead were really whirring outward, his eyes were about to turn red, and his whole body was already wet with sweat. And just as he was about to waver, he suddenly heard a sneering radio sound from behind the staircase, which sounded like kidnappers were communicating with each other.

As soon as this voice sounded, Zhou Qingfeng immediately calmed down, his hands stopped shaking, his heart stopped panicking, and his eyes were a little sharper. He clearly heard the kidnappers downstairs asking the kidnappers upstairs to come down and search up and down together, attacking synchronously.

Sure enough, there was someone squatting behind the staircase. Uncle's waiting is right, this is so suspenseful and rushed out, isn't it being shot alive when he runs out? Grandson, give it to grandpa and I'll come out!

This grandson really came out, and this grandson is still alone! The grandson was holding an assault rifle in his hand, but he turned out without vigilance. When he turned the staircase and suddenly saw Zhou Qingfeng, who had been squatting behind him for a long time, he was frightened and trembled on the spot.

Grandson, grandpa, I'm finally waiting for you.

This grandson saw Zhou Qingfeng firmly behind the staircase, and he must have been scolding: God, this old man has been silent for a long time, why did he squat down?

In this case, it will become Zhou Qingfeng's live target. Because the distance was too close, less than half a meter, he pulled the trigger and hit the opponent in the chest. The other party fell to the ground and died on the spot, and the death was unjust!

As soon as this unlucky guy died, Zhou Qingfeng pulled his body over as a shield, turned around and aimed the muzzle behind him. When the gunshots rang out, the walkie-talkie on the corpse rang out, and the kidnappers who came up from downstairs were asking what had happened.

After not even responding to a few questions, the kidnappers downstairs used the walkie-talkie to ask other accomplices, but the answer was that they found no trace of Zhou Qingfeng. Now he was basically sure that his upstairs accomplice was only afraid that it was finished.

Shit！ So many people were attacked, and they still let the damn policeman run away.

The kidnapper downstairs was leaning against the corner of the fire staircase, he clenched the assault rifle in his hand, tilted his head towards the two companions behind him, and said, "That policeman should be up there, I have already summoned the others to come along, let's stay here and wait for ......." ”

The kidnapper's idea was good, but before he could finish his sentence, he listened to something tumbling down from upstairs. The kidnapper who led the downstairs was immediately startled, and quickly pointed the muzzle of the gun over, and his eyes naturally looked at the ground, but in fact it was a corpse that rolled down.

At the same time, Zhou Qingfeng jumped out directly from the staircase, and when he appeared in the air, the effect of always preemptively attacking appeared.

This time, the weapon in Zhou Qingfeng's hand is no longer a Glock 17 pistol with poor firepower, but an M4A1 in fully automatic mode. All the bullets in the thirty-round magazine erupted like rage, and the hot, piercing muzzle flame let out a vengeful roar.