The next day, Zhou Qingfeng got up with a heavy heart. Because there is no tissue, not only is the problem of going to the toilet serious, but even Aiai is inconvenient, and some sticky liquid can only be rubbed on the clothes, which is a bit too ......!

"Okay, I'll figure this out." Zhou Qingfeng walked out of the mobile command vehicle with his lover's earnest entrustment. And outside the car, Davy, who had only rested for a few hours. Lawrence is ready to go.

"Let's go. Go find trouble with the gangsters, kill their leaders, take control of all of Manhattan, and restore order here. "David. Lawrence is in much better condition. He was in high spirits, with a strong and high-spirited spirit, to bulldoze all the enemies who stood in his way.

Not to mention, the previous Davy. Lawrence really did that. In the happy ending, it was in his hands that New York regained its peace. And now how it will end, only God knows!

This time, the butcher took care of the house, and Zhou Qingfeng and others led the team out. Caterina volunteered to be a pioneer, David. Lawrence covers, Zhou Qingfeng, he is in charge of being a wet nurse to take care of the search team of fifty people. To put it bluntly, David. Lawrence also didn't trust Zhou Qingfeng's fighting ability a little.

This kind of seemingly caring approach made Zhou Qingfeng very unconvinced, but he still had to admit that his three-plate axe skills were the same as those of David, who had received professional training. Lawrence is far from it.

"Let's go." Zhou Qingfeng said to the members of the search team with a straight face, and the group began to leave the Kenny neighborhood. David. Lawrence's arrival made him feel an inexplicable pressure in his heart. He had to admit the gap between himself and the other party, but he didn't want to be inferior to anyone else, because he knew that - David. Lawrence ultimately failed.

I have to be stronger than him to survive - this is Zhou Qingfeng's current mentality.

Leaving the Kenny neighborhood and heading west is the territory of the Zhetas gang. Those thugs oppressively blocked the personnel at Zhou Qingfeng's door, but last night those guys were unlucky. Lawrence kills the falling flowers.

The corpses on the ground had not yet been removed, and Zhou Qingfeng paid special attention to the location of the corpses - the marksmanship was very accurate, and all of them were shot at critical positions. Think about last night David. Lawrence did this while riding a motorcycle, and this marksmanship was nothing short of a miracle.

"Let the neighborhood send someone to remove the body and bury it." Zhou Qingfeng ordered the correspondent beside him. When the end times came, many problems became extremely intractable, burying corpses became a big trouble, and many parks in Manhattan became burial grounds.

The correspondent used the individual radio to call to the rear, and Zhou Qingfeng set his eyes on David in the front. Lawrence. In fact, he unconsciously imitates the opponent's every move, and his 'gifted' ability gives him a strong ability to learn. Lawrence was a great place to learn.

David. Lawrence didn't carry any advanced weapons, he only had an MK23 pistol, an M16A2 rifle with a white light scope, and then a lot of ammunition. The M16A2 is a very old rifle, it is too long to fight in the city, but it shoots accurately.

Zhou Qingfeng led the team along the street corner, and followed David. Lawrence pulled away more than ten meters. He paid close attention to the sign language exchange between the other party and Caterina, who was in charge of the investigation at the front, and both sides were silent, but they were moving quickly.

"Victor, Caterina said there were snipers on the courthouse on Buster Street ahead." David. Lawrence said over the radio.

"Understood, I'll go around on the left." Zhou Qingfeng raised his hands and clenched his fists, signaling the search team to stop advancing. The court building on Buster Street is less than 100 meters away from the Kenny neighborhood, and this place should be considered the territory of Zhou Qingfeng and others. Now without thinking about it, the members of the Zhetas gang apparently occupied the building.

David. Lawrence originally wanted Zhou Qingfeng to stay, and he bypassed from the left side by himself, looking for a suitable point to kill the target, but he didn't expect Zhou Qingfeng to think of a place with him. "Victor, can you do it?"

"I think I can." Zhou Qingfeng crossed the various fragmentary obstacles that he had climbed over on the road, and approached a building opposite the court building with a short but swift run.

"Victor, don't be too willful. I've known you for two years, and no one can go from an ordinary boy-next-door to a trained fighter in just ten days. "David. Lawrence also followed from behind, he propped up an overturned car with one hand, ran across the street in a few steps, and quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng's side, "I think you still need to learn a lot." ”

"You're right, I do need to learn, but I'm a fast learner." Zhou Qingfeng had a cold face, his back was against a wall, and he entered the staircase of the building behind the wall. And across from him, Davy. Lawrence also posted it, deliberately provocatively saying, "Follow me, rookie." Let Uncle Lawrence teach you how to sweep a building that may harbor enemies. ”

"The previous one who talked to me like this was beaten up by me." Zhou Qingfeng preemptively pointed the muzzle of the gun at the top of the stairs, and then walked briskly up. David. Lawrence rolled his eyes and could only follow behind with a gun, responsible for covering.

And on the court building opposite Zhou Qingfeng, there was a sniper team that was arranged overnight. This is in accordance with Los Angeles. Zhetas's order to show strength to Zhou Qingfeng and others. To put it bluntly, blocking Zhou Qingfeng's door, anyone who comes out will be shot mercilessly, forcing Zhou Qingfeng to submit.

In the building where Zhou Qingfeng is located, there are more than a dozen ordinary Zhetas gangster thugs, whose task is to watch the back of the two-person sniper team and avoid being attacked from the flank.

Zhou Qingfeng had just arrived on the third floor from the stairs when he heard the sound of someone talking, and the thugs were extremely impatient with this boring squatting and were making all kinds of complaints. He raised his fist to stop his advance, then silently loaded his SCAR rifle with a silencer, and then tightened the small grip on the barrel of the gun, ready to assault.

David. Lawrence had already picked up his M16A2, holding the MK23 with a silencer in both hands, he first stretched out the corner of the wall with a small lens to see what was behind the corner, and then said something to Zhou Qingfeng with his lip shape?

Shooting competition - Zhou Qingfeng can feel David. What Lawrence wants to say. Is this trying to teach him how to work?

David. Lawrence stretched out three fingers, silently counting with his fingers, one, two, three!

When the last finger was bent, Zhou Qingfeng and David. Lawrence slammed out from behind the corner of the third floor. The third floor of the building has been emptied, leaving only a large open space.

Five or six thugs were sitting on a broken couch chatting, four thugs were sitting around playing cards with their heads bowed, and two thugs were standing by the wall at the window to observe. However, Zhou Qingfeng raised his gun and aimed at a thug holding a water cup about forty meters away from the corner of the floor.

The thug drinking the water saw two strangers suddenly appearing at a glance, and he was about to open his mouth and shout. And this distance is very important for Davy who holds a pistol. Lawrence was too far away, he hadn't seen the guy at all with the small mirror, and now he could barely aim and shoot at it.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was holding the SCAR, was different, and the assault rifle in his hand had good accuracy at this distance. He clearly saw the surprised face and open mouth of the thug, and immediately pulled the trigger on it, and a bullet 'pounced' fired.

David. Lawrence was still aiming, and the pistol's aiming baseline was too short, and it was weak against long-range targets. Just as he wanted to test his marksmanship, he saw a mist of blood explode from the back of his target's head, without any bullet holes in the front of his face - it was clear that the bullet had entered through the opponent's open mouth.

It's accurate!