The NYPD headquarters is a rather sprawling building, and it's not just about vehicles that you're reaping here. Zhou Qingfeng sent a small number of people to guard the entrances and exits of the police headquarters, and then began to sweep floor by floor to collect supplies.

Because soon after the cataclysm, more than a dozen groups of people rushed to rush into the police headquarters. As a result, no one came in during the violent clashes, and the whole building was empty.

There are twenty or thirty functional departments in the police headquarters, and Zhou Qingfeng first found a large amount of police equipment from various armories and safe deposit boxes, such as pistols, rifles, shotguns, stun guns, digital walkie-talkies, handcuffs, pepper spray, night vision devices, small drones, and so on. In addition to this, there are a large number of personal belongings of the police, among which there are many good goods.

Among them, there are thousands of high-power digital walkie-talkies, which are more useful equipment than firearms for Zhou Qingfeng and others. This walkie-talkie covers the entire New York metropolitan area and is the only reliable and convenient means of communication after the cell phone fails.

"Get all of this stuff in the car." Zhou Qingfeng divided the more than 50 raiders into groups, and the four leaders, including him, each brought about a dozen people to clean up the floor. In the end, I found that there were too many things and too many things, so I could only choose the most useful ones to load and take away.

"Ah......, look what I found!" Zhou Qingfeng found boxes of ammunition, and he had chosen an MRAP armored car as his mount, and the heavy armor allowed him to ignore any obstacles. And he was going to shoot from the M249 machine gun on the machine gun turret, and now this box after box of point 223 ammunition provided him with constant firepower.

And in the process of the police headquarters being ransacked, a large number of people gathered again in the town hall square, not far from the police headquarters. Yesterday's bodies had been cleaned up, but the blood on the ground was still appalling, and Nieto stood in the crowd, terrified.

The scene of the forklift attack is still fresh in his memory, and there are only a few people left who joined the Jetas gang with Nieto, and he sighs to himself every time he thinks about it.

But if you're lucky, Nieto won't be scared. He was supposed to run away yesterday, but he was a step slower when he ran, and Guzmán, as the leader of the gang, scared him to death with a loud shout. As a result, he was still standing in City Hall Square the next day, preparing for the founding ceremony of the New York Republic.

"Damn the New York Republic, it's a joke. So many people died, and they didn't stop. Nieto looked outside the square to see where there was a large crowd of people coming from Brooklyn. Unlike usual, the Zhetas gang is very cautious about recruiting personnel this time, and the requirements for personnel are much higher.

According to physical fitness, appearance, and ability, the Zhetas gang only recruited about 300 people this time. This frustrated the tens of thousands of others who had not been able to join, and who had begun to scurry around Manhattan like locusts.

Yes, tens of thousands again. Tens of thousands of people came yesterday, and tens of thousands more came today. Nieto felt that the days ahead would only become more and more difficult.

"Nieto." A burst of cheers rang out.

Nieto shuddered, and when he turned around, he saw the bearded Guzmán walking up to him, "Come here, from now on, you are the head of the seventh squad." and these ten men shall be under thy command. Take them to dinner and arrange their accommodation by the way. Remember, if anyone disobeys, shoot him. ”

Guzmán patted Nieto on the back and signaled that he remembered that he was still carrying a rifle and a pistol. Nieto, on the other hand, somehow became the leader of the squad, who couldn't actually shoot at all, he was a nineteen-year-old Mexican peasant.

But now it's .......

Nieto straightened his chest, imitated Guzmán's fierce appearance, and strode up to ten of his men, first scolding, then kicking. When someone finally couldn't resist it, he turned the butt of his rifle and smashed the other party to the ground.

Waiting for the whole team to become trembling, Nieto took them to collect the food. But as he passed by Guzmán, the real ruthless man grinned and said, "You learn fast, but you're not ruthless enough." If it were me, I'd just shoot the guy who dared to resist. ”

In front of Guzmán, Nieto didn't dare to look at the other party's face. As soon as he closed his eyes in the past two days, it was the scene of himself and dozens of hundreds of people flying flesh and blood on the battlefield. And in these dreams, without exception, there is a Guzmán who shoots them in the back with a pistol.

The so-called receiving food is nothing more than distributing some biscuits and dry bread, and there is no water left, so you have to find your own way. But this treatment is already very enviable. The one who joined the Zhetas gang wasn't hungry for three meals? It's nice to have something to eat.

While receiving the food, Nieto secretly took a few bullets out of his pocket and said to the people who distributed the food: "How about a bullet for a piece of bread?" ”

"Two nine-millimeter pistol rounds, or one point two-two-three rifle round for a loaf of bread." The one who distributed the food was a big fat man, and because of his single-handed cooking skills, he was contained by the Zhetas gang.

"Yesterday it was a pistol bullet for a loaf of bread." Nieto wanted to fight.

"You know it was yesterday? You ate yesterday, don't eat today? The fat chef didn't give an inch, "Do you want to change it?" If you don't change it, the food will only get less and less. ”

Nieto couldn't help it, and exchanged the bullet in his hand for two more pieces of bread. The ten men behind him all watched the scene silently, secretly noting down where and how much the food black market was traded at.

After receiving the food, Nieto took his men to a building near the town hall. After allocating his subordinates' housing, he went to his room and knocked on the door, "Hallie, Sophia, open the door, it's me back." ”

There was a sound of heavy objects moving from behind the door, and then a crack was opened, and the woman inside looked out vigilantly with a pistol in her hand, confirming that it was Nieto before opening the door.

The two women were rewarded yesterday, and Harley was a young black girl, in her teens. Sofia is a Mexican woman, in her thirties.

"I brought you food, but there was no water." Nieto took out the bread he had exchanged for bullets.

In the Zhetas Gang, the women are not given food, and the men who adopt them are responsible for bringing them food. This makes the situation of women extremely miserable.

Nieto is quite kind, he had a crazy night with these two women last night, because he likes young and beautiful Hallie, and naturally gives each other more food.

The older Sophia didn't say much about the injustice of this distribution. Instead, she tore up half of her share and handed it to Nieto, saying, "You should eat more." As for water, I also collected some enough for us to drink for two days. ”

With just a few words, the teenage Hallie had finished her portion of bread, her eyes still fixed on the portion that Sophia had given up. Nieto looked at it and said, "Then give it to Harry, I'm full." ”

Hallie almost pounced, snatched the bread from Sophia's hand, swallowed the food in three bites, and then began to put her arms around Nieto's neck in all kinds of coquettish flattery, and in a few minutes Nieto pulled Nieto into the room and began to bang.

Listening to the various strange cries in the room, Sophia silently finished her share of bread, and sat silently in the living room of the room in a daze. (To be continued.) )