Zhou Qingfeng left the Turkish kebab shop in a police car. This electrically powered police car is spacious, comfortable to drive, and extremely easy to control, even for a novice like him who doesn't know much about driving.

However, after Zhou Qingfeng drove more than a dozen blocks, he found that the police car suddenly turned off, and even the four doors in the car were completely locked, and the display screen in the car lit up with warning instructions, and the siren sounded loudly, indicating his existence to everyone.

"I hate high-tech gear." Zhou Qingfeng was not brainless, he immediately thought that this might be the New York police had received the alarm, directly checked his location through the Internet, and asked the police car to stop working.

Since the doors and windows were closed, Zhou Qingfeng had no choice but to take out the snatched Glock pistol and shoot at the sunroof of the car. Thankfully, the skylight wasn't bulletproof glass, and after a few shots, a hole appeared to escape.

Before leaving the police car, Zhou Qingfeng looked at his location from the smart display screen in the car. He's just been in North Brooklyn, the worst-safe borough in New York, and he's now near the East River, right in front of the Manhattan Bridge to Manhattan.

Zhou Qingfeng adjusted the police uniform he was wearing, calmed his emotions, and walked through a few streets with the most natural posture. His appearance as a patrol officer is very deceptive, and the New York Police Department has not yet issued a bounty to arrest him, and the occasional passer-by who sees him even smiles at him.

Walking and walking, Zhou Qingfeng thought that he should go to a certain store to change his clothes. But at this moment, a Chevrolet came crookedly on the side of the road and crashed into him.

This sudden scene startled Zhou Qingfeng, and he hurriedly jumped a meter or two away to avoid the chaotic Chevrolet, and then watched the car crash headlong into a building on the side of the road.

With a bang, the crash airbag exploded, hitting the driver's face with blood, but it also saved the driver's life. Only then did Zhou Qingfeng see that the body of the car was full of bullet holes, and there was a corpse covered in blood in the passenger seat.

What-**！ Is Lao Tzu out of luck today or what's wrong? Why do bad things happen one after another?

Zhou Qingfeng avoided a few steps and wanted to leave, but the window of the back seat was lowered, and a young woman shouted to him for help: "Mr. policeman, help us, someone wants to kidnap me." ”

Uncle, I'm not a policeman, Miss, you recognize the wrong person, Uncle, I'm just wearing a layer of police skin, you can find someone else to ask for help!

Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to care about this, he had enough trouble. But he didn't want to bother with the, but the found him. After the Chevrolet had an accident, another Ford drove up at the corner of the intersection and stopped directly behind the Chevrolet.

The two big men jumped out of the Ford car quickly, but after they got out of the car and saw Zhou Qingfeng in a police uniform, their first reaction was to pull out their guns!

you! Lao Tzu is not a policeman, Lao Tzu is just a passerby!

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng is really going crazy, even if he is arrested by the police, he wears a police uniform to make it easier for him to run, but he has to take on the duties of the police halfway through. He really wanted to look up to the sky and shout: I am not a strip to maintain social order!

It's just that the two big men are obviously not good people, their eyes are sharp, their faces are murderous, looking at their sharp guns, they definitely don't want to give Zhou Qingfeng a chance to have a good talk.

Fools, you're killing yourself!

Be clever and always be the first to strike!

Zhou Qingfeng's heart moved, and he felt that his hand automatically touched the holster of the fast-drawn gun. Although the Glock 17 pistol he snatched from the police was a bit old, it was quick to shoot, easy to aim, and did not need to deliberately turn on the safety.

At this moment, Zhou Qingfeng simply entered a state of fast action, and fired wildly in the blink of an eye. Bang bang .......bang, bang bang, It's a pity that ...... didn't hit a single shot.

There's no way, Zhou Qingfeng has never played with a gun, it all depends on Meng to hit the target, and the marksmanship is all floating clouds, it's really bad!

It's just that the sudden furious firepower startled the two big men on the opposite side, the bullet doesn't care what your physique is, anyone who gets a bullet will either be killed or injured.

What's more, listening to the endless bang-bang shots from the other side, this is a proper novice with no experience. The two big men waited for the rookie cop on the opposite side to empty the bullets, and then stepped forward to easily kill each other.

...... one, two, three, four, five, the magazine of the Glock 17 was seventeen rounds, until the last bullet was empty, the pistol was empty, and the sleeve was no longer reset.

When the two big men heard this, they immediately poked their heads out from behind the car body as cover. They were determined to give the out-of-class cop a taste of bullets. But when they really poked their heads out, Zhou Qingfeng on the opposite side was even exempted from changing the magazine, and directly fired again!

Bang bang ......, and the bullets are endless!

A gangster's luck ran out, he just poked his head out and was hit in the head by a bullet from Zhou Qingfeng, and he was hit with blood on the spot, and he fell to the ground after a plop.

Zhou Qingfeng's heart at the moment is: Don't look down on my marksmanship so much, although I can't beat accurately, I can make up for it with quantity!

He had robbed two policemen before, and he had two guns on him, one on the quick-draw holster on his thigh, and the other on the holster under his ribs. After emptying a pistol, he simply threw the empty gun away and pulled out the other pistol to shoot.

One gangster was killed, and the other didn't dare to come out again. However, what made Zhou Qingfeng horrified was that after the death of one gangster, three more gangsters jumped out of the Ford car, and some of them were still holding an assault rifle, which seemed to be the AK series known for its firepower.

This firepower is absolutely impossible to fight, and the trigger is pulled to ......the end, and a rain of 30 bullets will spray over.

Damn, this is really damning!

However, Zhou Qingfeng's efforts gave the crashed Chevrolet a precious respite, and when he suppressed the enemy for a few seconds, the driver in the front seat pulled off the crash airbag and started the car again. He first reversed the front of the car and followed it to escape.

The young woman in the back seat who had just asked Zhou Qingfeng for help opened the back door and shouted to Zhou Qingfeng: "Get in the car!" ”

Zhou Qingfeng jumped into the back seat of the car, and then lowered his head and hid under the seat with the young woman. At this time, the gangster's AK finally broke out, and the furious fire smashed the rear window in an instant, and countless glass shards flew in the Chevrolet's cabin.

Zhou Qingfeng felt a burst of scorching heat pass through his scalp, and his neck suddenly stabbed incomparably. Waiting for AK's magazine to run empty, he reached out and touched his hands full of blood.

The young woman looked up at Zhou Qingfeng's injuries and hurriedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, it's just some scratches, no big holes." ”

From the Chevrolet crash to Zhou Qingfeng firing and jumping into the car, it took less than thirty seconds for him to close the ghost gate again.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's breath disorder and panting, the young woman, who was also embarrassed, smiled at him instead, stretched out her hand and said, "My name is Lina. Fox, nice to meet you, Mr. Brave Cop. ”

Under the short and fierce shootout, the adrenaline made Zhou Qingfeng's heart beat wildly, he didn't shake hands with the young woman, just looked at each other in a daze, and sighed in his heart: Lao Tzu is really not a policeman!