An ordinary car is often only about 1.5 tons, a truck is about two or three tons, even if it is a container truck, the body is at most five or six tons, and the front of the car is not hard enough. And Zhou Qingfeng drove over this large engineering forklift with more than ten tons, the wheels are thick and heavy, bullets can't penetrate it, and the huge shovel head is even harder, and it is like playing with shoveling people.

When the construction forklift crashed through the fence and stormed into the town hall square, the entire square was crowded with about 1,200 members of the Zhetas gang. These people didn't expect that someone would dare to kill them single-handedly, and the guards on the periphery didn't have time to give an alarm, so they let the crazy rhinoceros rush in.

It's a lot of fun!

On the outskirts of the square are more than a hundred gun-wielding Jetas gangsters, who are responsible for controlling the more than 1,000 rabbles who have just joined, and anyone who dares to flee will be shot. Inside, there are more than 1,000 ordinary Mexicans who are just looking for something to eat, most of them want to come to the United States to make a fortune, and they just want to stay warm by joining the Zhetas gang.

With so many people huddled together, the big wheels more than one meter high pushed the body of more than ten tons to roll in, and it was immediately a disaster!

As soon as the gun-wielding backbone in charge of the perimeter guard wanted to shoot to stop them, the thick shovel head was already in front of them. The shovel head looks half a palm thick, but the weight is amazing, and it is sharper than a blade under high-speed impact. The two gunmen were shoveled upright and their bodies were broken on the spot.

One of them fell to the ground, was run over by a huge wheel, and in an instant turned into meat sauce, and the other hung in the shovel head, already broken in half.

The two-man blockade had no effect on the large forklift, which continued to move at high speed under the impetus of hundreds of horsepower engines, and rushed into the crowd at high speed.

Zhou Qingfeng specially picked a place with a lot of people and shoveled it in. There was no room for a crowded situation, and hundreds of Mexicans inside screamed and tried to escape, but they couldn't get out of the way.

The huge shovel head stabbed into it like a sharp knife, and immediately a dozen people fell in front of the forklift, and as the vehicle advanced, a bloody road appeared in the square.

Someone rubbed against the body of the forklift, and it felt like a gust of bad wind was coming, and the heart was already in the throat. I finally found out that I was still alive, but I could look at the place where the forklift had just passed, where the corpses and wounded had fallen all over the ground, and there were people with broken bones and tendons everywhere, screaming non-stop.

Originally, the order of the entire square was maintained by high pressure, but now this wild forklift rushed in, and the whole square was immediately in chaos, no matter who was on the run. People are crowded, people are pushing, and no one wants to stay in this damn square anymore.

"Shoot, shoot!" Standing on the high platform, Mr. Jos held a loudspeaker and tried to direct the gangsters on the scene to fight back. But the sound of his loudspeaker can not only be heard by the gangsters, but also by Zhou Qingfeng.

The huge forklift had rushed from one end of the square to the other, leaving behind a bloody alley and then turning its body and running back, aiming directly at Mr. Jos on the high platform.

"O Virgin Mary!" Joston was startled, and as soon as he threw away the electric horn in his hand, he jumped off the high platform in three or five steps. The platform was nothing more than a makeshift wooden shelf, which was immediately disintegrated and shattered by a forklift.

Mr. Jos's words did not make the gang backbone organized, but instead gave Zhou Qingfeng a wake-up call, and the M249 machine gun in his hand stretched out of the cab and shot wildly at the surrounding crowded area in a flat-ended manner.

The crowd in the square was fleeing lifelessly, but before they could run out of the square, they were all within the killing range of Zhou Qingfeng's machine gun, and as soon as the sudden gunfire rang out, two hundred bullets began to spit out quickly.

In terms of firepower density, the assault rifle in the hands of the gangster thugs is not the opponent of the M249 at all, and occasionally someone stands in the distance and wants to give Zhou Qingfeng a shuttle, but in fact, Zhou Qingfeng gives a shuttle.

After turning around the square of the city hall twice, Zhou Qingfeng emptied a soft ammunition box of 200 rounds, turned the head of the car, and quickly retreated. The whole process took just over a minute, and the rumbling large forklift left a blood-colored rut mark and disappeared.

After a while, Mr. Jos rose from the ground in a daze, and beside him stood Loos, who had just run out of the town hall. Zhetas. Mr. President and Mr. Minister both stared blankly at the pile of corpses and the bloody square.

Lowes. Jetas grabbed Joss by the neck in disbelief and shook vigorously and asked, "What's going on?" Tell me what the hell is going on? I heard a commotion outside, and when I came out, I saw so many people dead! ”

In fact, there were relatively few people who died in the square, and only a tenth of the more than 1,000 people died. But most of them ran away and never came back. What's more, the face of the Republic of New York has been hit hard, and the nest where he is entrenched has been killed so easily, and his face is gone!

"There's a car coming in." Mr. Jos was still in a sluggish state, and could not speak. If he hadn't been running fast just now, he would have to lie on the ground now.

"A car? Can one car kill so many of me, can it mess up my whole scene? Do you know that in three days, I will proclaim the official establishment of the New York Republic here, and I will become the president of the Republic, and now there is a bloodbath outside my presidential palace. ”

Lowes. Mr. Zhetas was inexplicably saddened. This slap doesn't slap people in the face, but right now it's not just a slap in the face, it's just a direct slap in the face!

And after leaving the City Hall Square, Zhou Qingfeng was sure that the Zhetas gang would never think about organizing a follow-up death squad today. He rushed all the way to the Kenny neighborhood, which was under attack by hundreds of Jetas's death squads.

On the way to the rescue, Zhou Qingfeng contacted David. Lawrence said, "Mr. Lawrence, I've rushed back. ”

David. Lawrence was leading the last of his men to hide in a roadside building, fending off dozens of gang members. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's call, he hurriedly explained his location and asked Zhou Qingfeng to come to support.

However, Zhou Qingfeng heard that David. Lawrence said that he was fighting in a building, and immediately refused: "Uncle Lawrence, I can't rescue you, you can figure it out yourself." ”

"What do you mean?" David. Lawrence is almost out of ammunition, let you be a hero, but you can only scratch blind without bullets.

At this moment, a rumbling large forklift was rushing through the street quickly, and several gang members on the side of the road thought that the car was their own, and even cheered and waved to Zhou Qingfeng, but Zhou Qingfeng turned the head of the car slightly, brushed the wall and swept quickly, mercilessly crushing all these people to death.

Just upstairs from the building, Davy. Lawrence witnessed the whole scene. He watched the forklift rush over, watched the forklift run over people, watched the forklift go away, and finally said in amazement: "This bastard boy is really violent." ”

And at this moment the butcher is tormented by the armored excavator and is going crazy, he has no powerful weapons to destroy this ugly broken machine, and Minsk, who came out of the subway to support, can't do anything about it. They could only retreat building by building, and at the same time face the death squads rushing in like a tidal wave.

"Victor, are you still coming? We're dying! The butcher was already screaming in a heartbreak, trapped in a building, having just killed two daredevil squads who rushed in, but the last magazine was empty. And that armored excavator is rumbling digging into the wall, as long as the wall is broken, he will be finished.

"It's here, it's here, it's here! Don't rush, I'm here! Zhou Qingfeng had already seen the ugly excavator welded with steel plates. At this moment, the horsepower of the forklift is increased to the maximum, the engine roars non-stop, and the momentum is rapidly approaching from a distance, making people defenseless.

After shoveling the death squad members who were obstructed by the periphery, Zhou Qingfeng drove the forklift and crashed headlong into the side of the excavator. There was a loud bang, and the excavator that was digging the wall was knocked over, and the surrounding overseers scattered and fled.

In the violent impact, Zhou Qingfeng looked hideous, watched the excavator fall to the ground crookedly, and shouted: "Fuck you!" ”