Coming out of the Cadwood neighborhood, Zhou Qingfeng was also reviewing the problems in the contact with Helena just now. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 Info is obviously not as embarrassed as he described, he wears clothes that have skipped the stage of pursuing famous brands, and are basically handmade by professional tailors.

Dressed like a stall, low-key luxury and inconspicuous, it is actually worth hundreds of thousands. Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to wear it so expensive, but the women around him are controlling hundreds of millions of funds, where will he really wear a stall to go out?

Such an expensive outfit can't be seen in the eyes of ordinary people, but Helena, that woman, can do FBI and be an undercover agent, and it is impossible to have no eyesight.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling that he still had to continue to contact that difficult girl, but how to lie? Or is it not a lie at all? After pondering for a long time, he decided to get up from where he fell - didn't he say that he was looking for a house, and Lao Tzu moved over directly.

Zhou Qingfeng carried all the valuables with him, he found a taxi, paid twice the price of the car and returned to the Keywood community, and deliberately found Helena's apartment and knocked on the big iron door of the apartment.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" The caretaker of the apartment was a skinny old black lady with goosebumps, a double-barreled shotgun in her hand, and a wary look in her eyes. She just talked to Zhou Qingfeng through the door of the apartment.

"Oh...... that's very American." Zhou Qingfeng muttered in a low voice, "Is there a room for rent here?" ”

Asian faces have disadvantages and advantages in the United States, the disadvantage is that they are easy to be bullied, and the advantage is that others are not very wary. The old black lady was seventy or eighty, and she looked carefully with a pair of glasses before letting Zhou Qingfeng in and asked, "What kind of house do you want?" ”

"Is there a one-bedroom one?"

"$1,300 a month, with a bathroom, plus $200 if you want a kitchen. When it comes to furniture, I have some second-hand bargains. ”

The old black lady hunched her back, shook her step by step when she walked, and babbled to introduce Zhou Qingfeng to the apartment she managed. This five-storey building was built in the sixties of the last century, sturdy and sturdy, but all kinds of supporting facilities are completely backward.

Climbing the stairs to the third floor, Zhou Qingfeng quickly settled on a house, and then he also bought all kinds of furniture from the old black lady, and had to hire someone to move into the empty room.

"Are you Chinese?"

"Yes."

"You're rich, but I don't understand why you're living here. Chicago has a dedicated Chinese community, and they rarely appear in places where security is not good. ”

"I just want to be neighbors with some pretty girl."

"Ah......, I see, no wonder you chose this room, because across the street is Natasha, and that girl is the only one in this apartment who reassures me.

But I want to warn you that Natasha doesn't like men. She always brings all kinds of beautiful girls back to live, and recently hooked up with another one, and that girl is also very beautiful. ”

The old lady's small talk made Zhou Qingfeng's head full of black lines, and after he asked where the nearby store was, he went out to buy some daily necessities. As a result, as soon as I went out, I .......

"Hey, isn't that the guy who got the car stolen? He hasn't left yet. "Three or four idle black men appeared from the corner of the street and immediately gathered around them as if they had seen their prey, smiling hippies.

The old black lady who managed the apartment was behind Zhou Qingfeng, and she hurriedly opened the door of the apartment and shouted, "Child, come in, these little ruffians can do anything." ”

Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, but greeted him and asked, "I happened to be looking for my car, do you know where it is?" ”

"Hahahaha......." The black ruffian was so happy that he couldn't find the north, as if he had never been so happy in his life.

The ruffians were tall and strong, with dark skin, and each one looked full of intimidation. They first surrounded Zhou Qingfeng, and then scolded the old black lady who reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Old thing, don't get in the way, so that you can live a few more years." ”

The old black lady hurriedly closed the iron door of the apartment, and looked out through a little gap in the door, feeling that she was already regretting that she was about to lose a high-quality tenant.

"Boy, get me your wallet. Don't say you don't have any money, or you'll ....... Halfway through the sentence, the leading black ruffian fell down with a scream. This guy got a leg on the crotch of his pants and felt like his balls were bursting.

The other black ruffians who surrounded Zhou Qingfeng were all stunned, and they didn't understand why their companions fell for a long time?

"Boy, do you dare to do it first?" Another black ruffian with a question mark on his face. And after asking this, he also got a leg in the middle of his crotch. There were also two black ruffians who came to their senses, but it was useless, and they also fell to the ground and screamed.

Zhou Qingfeng searched two guns and several magazines from the four black ruffians, but he didn't find a dime. And in this little half a day, the iron door of the apartment creaked open, and an old black lady came out of it, her face full of surprise.

“Kong-Fu？”

"Yay!"

"Bruce. Plum? ”

"Uh......, yes!"

"Very good!"

After a few simple conversations, Zhou Qingfeng was a little apprehensive. He asked the old black lady, "Are you going to call the police?" ”

"Of course not! If you can sweep away the villains in this neighborhood, I will praise you to God. The old black lady said with certainty.

"That's good." Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and asked the four black ruffians on the ground with a smile, "Can you tell me who stole my car now?" ”

The black ruffian had fallen to the ground like a soft-footed shrimp, covering his crotch and screaming. These guys who bully the soft and are afraid of the hard look at Zhou Qingfeng is similar to looking at monsters, and they nod their heads again and again for his questions.

"Excellent, take me to my car." Zhou Qingfeng walked slowly along the street with four ruffians hanging their heads and drooping their heads, and soon this scene attracted countless people on both sides of the block to watch. I've never seen this kind of thing, in the past, it was black people bullying Asians, why did it turn around today?

Many of them were still the companions of these ruffians, and when they saw this, they rushed up with a chatter. But this has no effect except for allowing the ruffian team led by Zhou Qingfeng to continue to expand. The only trouble for Zhou Qingfeng was that he had to find a bag to hold the confiscated pistol.

And Zhou Qingfeng's final destination is an underground parking lot in a neighborhood, which has been converted into a neighborhood gangster den, where more than a dozen big-shouldered and round-waisted black men are modifying stolen cars.

Seeing a large number of street ruffians with blue noses and swollen faces walking in, everyone stopped working. A strong black man with a head of more than two meters walked out menacingly, holding a shotgun full of bullets in his hand.

Behind the strong black man, the other black men also put down their tools, grabbed their weapons, and stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who was clearly the source of the matter, with a cold face.

"Boy, who are you?" The black strong man pointed his gun at Zhou Qingfeng, and shouted viciously: "You'd better explain it to me clearly, otherwise you'll die." ”

Zhou Qingfeng looked in the other directions of this underground parking lot, until he saw his stolen 'Dodge' sports car, "You definitely don't believe it, I'm just looking for my car." ”

'Astute' .......

Three ...... in a row.

Time stands still ......,.

Draw your gun and shoot ......!

Zhou Qingfeng's hands moved quickly, and a ball of muzzle flames suddenly burst open, and more than a dozen bullets flew out, knocking down all the black people with guns in front of him in an instant.

Three seconds later, the accumulated gunfire suddenly exploded, and the entire underground parking lot burst into thunderous vibrations, and at the same time, blood-colored flowers exploded. The ruffians with blue noses and swollen faces were dumbfounded, they had never seen such indifference and ferocity of disagreeing and killing people on the spot.

After emptying the two pistols, Zhou Qingfeng changed the magazine again, this time aiming at the black ruffians who were driven by him.

"No, don't."

"We surrender."

"Don't shoot."

Among the various screams and shouts of heartbreaking, it was Zhou Qingfeng's angry gunfire again, and half a minute later, the entire underground parking lot was filled with a bloody atmosphere. It's a bit of an exaggeration to say that the blood flows like a river, and it is not an exaggeration to say that the blood flows like a river.

When Zhou Qingfeng moved these corpses to the transfer freighter in the wasteland of Havana, the thick fishy smell even made the butcher guarding next to him frown, "Victor, you seem to have opened a hunting body." If you want to be a murderer, I'm only going to serve you. ”

"Hehe...... I just don't want anyone to steal my car anymore." (To be continued.) )