Hearing that the Zhetas gang actually started a death squad charge, Zhou Qingfeng felt his scalp tingle.

David. "They started with only a few dozen people rushing out of the streets, but soon there were hundreds, hundreds of people filling the streets," Lawrence described on the radio. They were forced by the Overseers to storm our barricades, and the few intersections we were stationed at didn't last five minutes.

We can only retreat into the buildings on the street to stop them, but to no avail. The gangster's death squad went crazy, and they even got an excavator, welded steel plates, and charged at us. This thing walks on tracks. We couldn't do anything with our rifles.

Now they have surrounded the entire Kenny neighborhood and started to use excavators to demolish houses, and the butcher and others are all trapped inside, fighting very hard. By the way, in the face of such an onslaught of death squads, there was another flight in our ranks, and at least two hundred people ran away. ”

Hear David. Lawrence asked for help, and Caterina was so anxious that she wrapped a bath towel and ran out of the bathroom. But Zhou Qingfeng didn't have time to watch her spring dew, so he left first after dropping a sentence, "I'll rush back to rescue first, and you will lead the search team to follow." ”

"How do you rescue alone?" Caterina asked anxiously.

"I'm running out for time, I'll figure it out." Zhou Qingfeng's voice had already run away. He left Katerina's house to see that it was three o'clock in the afternoon. If you want to contain the attacks of the Zhetas gang, you must drag out the battle until nightfall, otherwise everyone will really be doomed.

"I need a weapon, a weapon that can hold off hundreds, if not thousands, of people." Zhou Qingfeng's mind was spinning rapidly, and he knew very well that David. Lawrence's dozens or hundreds of men couldn't resist the onslaught of the Zhetas gang, and his twenty men couldn't help in the past, so they had to think of something else.

Walking through the two streets with a cold face, Zhou Qingfeng suddenly saw a large construction forklift clearing the road. Some of the abandoned vehicles were shoveled to the side of the road under the propulsion of their powerful horsepower, barely keeping the road clear. It's easier than driving away abandoned vehicles one by one.

The forklift was driven by an old black, who seemed to be a member of a gang. Zhou Qingfeng rushed forward and jumped to the driver's cab in a few steps, and the machine gun in his hand pointed at the old black and shouted, "Drive to Manhattan." ”

"What?" Lao Hei looked at the cold and more people around him, and was immediately frightened!

"I said drive to Manhattan." Zhou Qingfeng used force in his hand, and the muzzle of the gun was against Lao Hei's waist ribs.

Now Lao Hei understood, quickly turned the steering wheel, and drove the car in the direction of Manhattan. As soon as the forklift ran, several loud men immediately chased out from behind. Zhou Qingfeng hung next to the cab with one hand, and the other hand flat-ended M249, and a short shot scared the group back.

The wheels of this large forklift are one person high, and the weight of more than ten tons is very powerful, and it rumbles at a speed of dozens of kilometers on the road, especially the big shovel in front of it is a flat pushing weapon.

Hanging outside the cab, Zhou Qingfeng stared at how Lao Hei drove, and after probably estimating that he could also drive, he simply pulled Lao Hei out of the cab and threw it out, and entered the cab by himself to start operating.

"Victor, where did you die?" The butcher's furious voice sounded over the radio, mixed with a jumble of shouts and gunfire, "These gangster death squads are completely deadly, and if you don't come back within ten minutes, you'll have to collect the bodies of me and Minsk." ”

"Shut up, I'm on my way here. You'd better survive ten minutes, because I'm too lazy to collect the body of your scoundrel. Zhou Qingfeng directly increased the throttle to the maximum, and the entire large forklift ran a little bouncing, like a crazy rhinoceros, crashing into various vehicles with a huge shovel head all the way, and drove up the Brooklyn Bridge in ping-pong.

"You'd better give me something to do, or you'll be sent to death if you come!" The butcher reminded him.

Zhou Qingfeng scolded viciously: "You wait and see, I will crush those bastards to death." ”

At this critical juncture, Nieto calmly leaned against a corner and silently smoked a big * cigarette. He shivered as he smoked, feeling like even the marijuana couldn't heal the fear he had just received.

Guzmán's fifty-man death squad was the first to challenge David. Lawrence's barricades stormed, and less than ten of the fifty survived. Only a small fraction of those killed were shot by the men behind the barricades, and most of them scurried like headless flies under the rain of bullets, only to be killed by the Overseers behind them.

Nieto survived the pile of corpses, and when he got up, he found that the street they had just stormed was littered with hundreds of corpses in a matter of minutes, and the ground was slippery and greasy, covered in blood.

However, the death shock did not end, and there were follow-up battle groups that rushed into the battlefield under the pressure of the Warlords. One of the combat teams mutinied on the spot after seeing the corpses all over the street and tried to escape, but was strafed by the Overseers, killing and wounding most of them.

After that, the people of the war team felt that the anesthetic effect of Da * Ma was not enough, and they took out cocaine, which was more likely to make people excited, and forced the people in the combat group to smoke it. These cocaine smokers become extremely impulsive and excited, even ignoring death.

As a Nieto who had completed a death blast, he was allowed to leave the battlefield and used as an example to boost morale. He was given two women, as well as plenty of food and spirits, and he stood up to address the others who were going to be forced to die, saying that the battle was easy and not terrible at all.

But in fact, Nieto felt disgusting and uncomfortable, and he would just want to squat in the corner and smoke a big * hemp cigarette, and not think about anything else. Not far from him, Jos, the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Propaganda of the Republic of New York, was standing on a high platform with a loudspeaker to mobilize a large crowd of Mexicans.

"More than a hundred years ago, the United States seized Mexican territory, and it is a shame for every one of us Mexicans."

"After more than 100 years of forbearance, we finally have a chance for revenge today. You will respond to Los. Mr. Zhetas's call to join the war against the Americans. ”

"The Mother of the Motherland is watching you, and you must be brave, tenacious, and brave in sacrificing to defend the newborn Republic of New York with the lives given to you. It will be your glory! ”

"Any defection will not be tolerated, and anyone who dares to refuse to join this great war is the enemy of all Mexicans and will be punished!"

The sound of the loudspeaker echoed in the square of the town hall, and Mr. Jos was extremely enthusiastic about the speech.

In the square, there was a crowd of people, and Mexicans who had not yet smoked cocaine were either confused or terrified. Mexicans, on the other hand, who smoke cocaine, lose their minds under the stimulus of drugs, and are easily provoked by the words of the loudspeaker.

Watching teams of poor Mexicans go to war at their own instigation, the obscene-looking Jos felt a sense of accomplishment. He grabbed a revolver in his hand and kept shooting into the air, while thinking to himself: this is what the Soviet commissars did decades ago during World War II. It's such a thrilling feeling!

And in the chaotic square, the ground suddenly jumped slightly, and a rumbling sound was rapidly approaching! Soon, Mr. Jos, who was standing on a high place to mobilize, saw a large forklift rush into the town hall square in an extremely wild manner.