"It feels like American society has been torn apart. Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhou Qingfeng looked at the few photos in his hand and muttered to himself.

After killing the, Zhou Qingfeng threw his body on the side of the road, and then searched the 'Dodge' sports car. This is a typical high-horsepower muscle car, the style is relatively old, but it is very well maintained. The car has been modified, and judging by all kinds of bits and pieces, the owner should be very rich and by no means a sloppy.

Damn, the car was stolen.

From the glove compartment inside the car, find several family photos of real car owners, luxurious houses, picturesque gardens, modern schools, libraries, shopping centers. These photos are very different from the West Side of Chicago, where Zhou Qingfeng is now.

What's in the West End? Broken streets, dilapidated buildings, old public facilities, and hordes of. Zhou Qingfeng looked at the 'Happy Monkey' bar across the street through the car window, and said puzzledly: "I really don't understand, why is that girl Helena here?" ”

The 'Aurora Army' has been collecting as much information as possible before the cataclysm, but there is no way to have detailed information about an ordinary FBI female agent more than ten years ago. It is already a great luck to find out that Helena is staying in Chicago, otherwise Zhou Qingfeng will be even more blind.

Getting out of the car and putting on a jumper hat, Zhou Qingfeng lowered his head and walked around the direction of the back door of the 'Happy Monkey'. But apparently, there was someone guarding the alley at the back door.

"Hey, stop! Who are you? "The back door of the bar is often a natural place for secret deals, and this place is absolutely xenophobic. The guard held a shotgun in his hand, and after seeing the Asian face under Zhou Qingfeng's hat, he sneered and said, "Yellow monkey, get away from me, otherwise I will let you eat the bullet immediately." ”

There were two guards, one with a gun and one laughing, and they didn't have a good attitude. Zhou Qingfeng didn't leave, but took out five 'Franklin' cards from his pocket and said, "I just want to ask a few questions." ”

Five hundred dollars is already a huge amount of money for many low-level citizens in the United States. The guard with the gun didn't move his hands, just looked at his companion. The other guard took a few steps forward with a gloomy face, and took the dollar away, but pushed Zhou Qingfeng with his backhand.

", it's gone, we don't welcome Asians here. There is no one here who can answer your question. The two guards obviously didn't plan to communicate with Zhou Qingfeng properly.

"Actually, I'm not going to pay." Seeing that the other party took the money away, Zhou Qingfeng immediately took action like electricity and withdrew the money again. The guard who stepped forward pushed him without moving, but he pushed him in front of the guard with the gun with a palm.

"Hell, boy, you're looking for death." The muzzle of the gun was obscured by his companion, and the guard with the gun immediately burst into applause, and he followed. But across a person, one of Zhou Qingfeng's hands stretched out like a ghost, grabbed the barrel of the gun and snatched it away.

The force of the gun was so great that the fingers of the guards with the guns ached sharply from the sudden flicking. By the time the two guards reacted, the muzzles of their guns had been turned and aimed at themselves.

"Someone should be willing to answer questions now, right?" Zhou Qingfeng laughed twice. And the two white guards on the other side didn't even know what was going on - why were they pointed at gunpoint in the blink of an eye?

"Boy, this is Boss Chris's territory, you are in the wrong place if you want to cause trouble." One of the guards scolded fiercely. With a heavy blow, Zhou Qingfeng turned the butt of the gun and gave him a good time.

The brutality of this attack is definitely enough to deter any resistance. The beaten guard screamed in half, and the man fell to the ground. His face was swollen over and over again, and it looked like his jaw had been dislocated, and he couldn't speak with his tongue hanging out.

The other guard could only raise his hands and say honestly, "You won, just ask any questions." ”

"Do you know this woman?" Zhou Qingfeng held a gun in one hand and took out a photo from his arms and asked. The photo shows a woman in formal attire, with a cold gaze and an expressionless face. The most peculiar thing is that the woman is wearing her hair tied up, wearing a black uniform and holding an assault rifle, and the left chest of the uniform has three large letters - FBI.

The guard's eyes instantly sharpened, and he shouted in surprise, "This is Natasha." Hell, this is FBI? It's no wonder she always likes to talk to us, and she always asks questions about things that have nothing to do with her. ”

Who do gangsters in America hate the most? Probably the Internal Revenue Service, many gangsters are not afraid of the police, but they have a headache for tax collectors.

Hehehe...... just kidding, in fact, it should be the FBI that the gangsters hate the most. Compared with the police, who have limited powers and responsibilities and only take care of their own affairs, the FBI is much more proactive in fighting crime. In China, the police can enforce the law across provinces, and only the FBI arrests people across states in the United States.

Because the FBI was so annoying, the guard became extremely excited when he saw the photo. Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask, "Where is Natasha?" ”

A photo made the guard feel that Zhou Qingfeng might be the same kind, and his attitude changed significantly, "That has been with us for almost half a year, she happens to have a performance today, and she can be found in the bar." I'm going to report to Boss Chris that I have to get rid of this woman, she knows too much. ”

Bang ......, another blow to the butt, this time not in the jaw, but in the Adam's apple. The guard, who was still shouting to report, clutched his throat and fell down with eyes wide open like goldfish.

The other guard who was originally lying on the ground was covering his mouth and only smoking cold air, but now when he saw that Zhou Qingfeng was ruthless, he immediately moved his feet back in horror, and made a sound of air flow in his mouth, but he couldn't shout.

Zhou Qingfeng stepped on his throat and ended the other party's life, "Don't be angry, the world is so unpredictable." ”

Zhou Qingfeng took out two mobile phones from the guards, an iron finger sleeve, and some 12-gauge shotguns. He covered his shotgun with his baggy clothes, pushed open the back door of the bar and walked in.

The back door connects to the bar's kitchen, where some cooks are busy. No one cared about Zhou Qingfeng, who came in with a hood, which made him walk smoothly to the dance floor in the bar. The dance floor of the bar of about 300 square meters is crowded with more than 500 young people who are dancing around, and the loud music can deaf the ears.

Zhou Qingfeng walked along the bar wall, and in the pitch darkness, only the pole stage in the center of the dance floor was lit, and a half-naked dancer was writhing her body hard by holding on to the pole.

The audience was furious, but everyone's eyes were focused on the back of the pole stage, where stood a hot girl wearing only underwear and high heels.

Twenty-seven-year-old Helena. Kelvin, it's so cold and sexy. A strapless bra exposes a large area of skin, and the full-bodied breast shape is definitely above the D cup. Bright skin smeared with essential oils and glows with a healthy wheat glow in the light.

The two slender thighs are straight and well-proportioned, *** only covering the finger-wide point, but exposing the rounded hip arc to the air. The woman stood slightly tilted, a cigarette between her fingers, her mouth spitting out mist, her expressionless face causing the men in the room to call out her name.

Natasha, Natasha, Natasha!

Looks like this girl is very popular! (To be continued.) )