Uncle Zheng and Marco are gone. The uncle is a good old man, and when he left, he sighed again and again, while Marco glanced at Zhou Qingfeng with resentment, as if to say, 'I'm waiting for you to come to the door'. However, for this kind of sissy who doesn't even dare to look at himself, Zhou Qingfeng scoffed.

The sissy is gone, but the dilemma is still in front of Zhou Qingfeng and others.

Although he knew that the Zhetas gang was also a piece of, there were less than 200 people left in the Kenny neighborhood, and it was difficult to do anything.

Caterina had gone to scout once before dark, and reported at this moment: "The gangs are quiet, but they have rearranged the barricades and have a large number of guards. It is also impossible to cross from Roosevelt Avenue, and the roads are monitored. It feels like those guys are suddenly getting smarter. ”

"The gangsters set up barricades?" David. Lawrence asked strangely, "So the other party has no plans to attack on a large scale for the time being?" ”

The butcher said with a smile: "If it were us, we would be driven by a forklift to mess up the situation under our subordinates during the day, and we would also think about how to stabilize it first at night." I estimate that the people of the Zhetas gang will need at least a day to remediate. ”

"Then we can't make them feel too good, I'll take a team to see it again in the evening." David. Lawrence took the initiative. The big hero still doesn't forget his 'decapitation' tactic.

Zhou Qingfeng had no objection to this, he originally wanted to follow, but he was killed by David. Lawrence refused, "Victor, you'd better take care of your injuries." ”

Hearing this, Zhou Qingfeng subconsciously touched his face. Two days ago, a sniper's bullet took a piece of flesh off his face, and today he drove a forklift into an excavator, which cut his entire face again. Now he looks really hideous.

"Okay, so what can I do?" Zhou Qingfeng asked.

Minsk sat behind, reached out and patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, and said in a deep voice: "Go and get a good night's sleep, you've done enough today." ”

Listening to Minsk's words, Zhou Qingfeng grinned, but asked again: "How is the tunnel dug?" ”

"It's going to take another two days."

"Two days, tomorrow the Zhetas gang will probably not attack, and the day after tomorrow we will be able to enter the underground bomb shelter of the police headquarters. Maybe we can evacuate some of the people in advance and withdraw the men to Lena. Where to go for Fox. ”

Everyone has no opinion on this, and now there are a lot of various materials in the Kenny neighborhood, and there are hundreds of various trucks alone. Most of these vehicles are pulling various necessities of life. Originally, when there were many people, I was worried about consumption, but now I have to worry about how to transport them.

Catalina took the initiative to take the initiative, "The road to Midtown Manhattan is blocked. It can take a lot of time to unblock. Victor, give me your big forklift, I need it to push through all kinds of obstacles along the way. ”

"No problem." Zhou Qingfeng nodded.

Time was pressing, and the action began immediately. Minsk continued to dig tunnels, Davy. Lawrence took a few men and ran to make trouble. Caterina led the team to pack up and prepare for the retreat, and family members like Angie and Jenny would be evacuated as soon as possible.

Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher were idle, and after the two of them inspected the sentry, they suddenly heard someone playing melodious violin music in the chaotic block.

"Old man, you're not dead yet? Didn't I tell you to get out of Manhattan? Zhou Qingfeng looked at a man in a dress on the side of the road in surprise. The violin is played by some violin master I met at the subway entrance a few days ago, he is now old, his clothes are more shabby and dirty, but his demeanor is impeccable, and even his mental state is very good.

When the old man saw Zhou Qingfeng, he nodded slightly in courtesy, and said with a smile in a slightly hoarse voice: "Yes, many people are dead, but I am not dead." I'm glad you still care about me, an old man.

But I'm not going to leave Manhattan, it's my dream, and I want to be connected to Broadway for the rest of my life. I don't think you mind if I play the violin here, you see, everybody loves it. I'm glad that there are still people willing to listen to me. ”

In the open streets, the people of the neighborhood are busy retreating. Almost everyone, except for the sentry, paid attention to the old man who played the violin. When everyone walked past the old man, their steps slowed down, they were very focused, and they listened quietly for a while.

In this chaotic world, it's a luxury to still hear music. Especially in front of him, who is still a world-renowned violin master. Although Zhou Qingfeng has forgotten his name.

"Alright, old man, you can stay and come with us to Midtown Manhattan. I think we're extremely rich now, so it's no problem to feed you. Zhou Qingfeng finished speaking and left.

Soon, the light and lively tune sounded again. Listening to this song, everyone's faces are a little more smiling, the pace is also accelerating, and the efficiency of work is improving. Zhou Qingfeng asked the butcher very strangely, "How did the old man survive these days?" There was no one to help him, and he was definitely dead. ”

"It was Minsk who sent some food for him." The butcher said.

Zhou Qingfeng was even more strange, "Does Minsk like to listen to the violin very much?" ”

"No, Minsk doesn't have any special feelings about music. But Caterina likes the violin, so he likes it too. The butcher shrugged slightly, indicating that it was that simple.

It's a sad story, and Minsk is too pitiful.

Zhou Qingfeng looked back at the violinist who was playing Zhenghuan, and thought: It may be a good thing to keep this old man. He patted the butcher on the shoulder and said, "All right, tonight you keep vigil, I'm going to sleep." ”

But as soon as Zhou Qingfeng turned around, a whooshing bullet came from a distance, and a guard in charge of guarding fell from the top of a five- or six-story building as soon as he leaned up.

"Enemy attack, hidden, there are snipers!" Seeing a scene, Zhou Qingfeng and the butcher shouted at the same time. The entire neighborhood immediately panicked, and everyone searched for concealment.

But in the dark night, bullets kept being fired silently, and the guards on the roof of the building were killed one after another, which should be sniper rifles equipped with silencers. Zhou Qingfeng roughly estimated the direction and shouted to the butcher, "The sniper is upstairs directly opposite us." ”

The butcher didn't dare to look up at the moment, so he could only shrink down from a street corner and peek in the direction where the bullets were coming, and then scolded: "We have at least five or six guards in that direction, and now we are afraid that they will all die." ”

***!

Zhou Qingfeng could only change direction and find a way to detour from the flank. He had a feeling that the current sniper should be the guy who almost killed him two days ago.

But as soon as he turned around, Zhou Qingfeng saw the old man who was standing on the side of the street playing the violin, he was at a loss and didn't know what to do.

"Old man, come over to me." Zhou Qingfeng shouted and beckoned. Hearing his shout, the old man came running slowly with his violin.

"Hurry, hurry!" Zhou Qingfeng only felt that time had become too slow, and the old man could not run as fast as a normal person. He even wanted to reach out and pull the other person.

But when the old man had already approached, Zhou Qingfeng really stretched out his hand and grabbed the corner of his clothes, but a bullet pierced the old man's chest, making him fall to the ground with a plop.

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to pull the old man to his side, the old man was still holding his violin tightly, and asked with blood in his mouth: "Sir, please tell me, am I going to die?" ”

The old man's chest was covered with blood, and he was definitely hopeless.

Zhou Qingfeng felt sad in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Yes, sir, you are going to die." ”

"Dead in Manhattan?"

"That's right, death in Manhattan."

The dying old man looked relieved, he raised his violin, and said with relief: "Sir, I'm leaving, this world is not suitable for people as old as me." But please bury me and the violin together, if only in front of some Broadway theater. ”

Zhou Qingfeng suddenly burst into tears.