When the Hydra agents wearing the MP uniforms of the U.S. military entered the block, they saw the boiled street lamp, and they were secretly shocked in their hearts, but they didn't expect the boiled country to play more ruthlessly than them.

Carefully struggling through the streetlights lining the streets, the Hydra agents quickly followed the sound of gunfire to find the soldiers who were cleaning up the bodies.

The leader of the team, Hydra, made a gesture to get his men to prepare, stealthily pulling the bolt and loading the bullet.

"When you get closer, look at the way I look." The team leader said in a cold tone, "Shoot first, quickly eliminate this team, and then go to the next target." ”

The other Hydra agents nodded and swaggered over after the leader.

A young soldier who was on guard saw a team of US troops with MP armbands coming over, his heart tightened, and he hurriedly whispered: "Squad leader, squad leader, a team of US military police is here, what should I do?" ”

The squad leader glanced at it, pretended to be indifferent and continued to work, while whispering, "Don't panic, wait for them to get close before you do it." ”

"But I know two words of English, what if he asks me?" The little soldier was a little panicked and held the shotgun in his hand tightly.

"And what will you say?" The squad leader threw the body aside unhurriedly, crouched down, pretended to be carrying, and touched the handle of the barge gun with one hand.

The eyes of the other warriors also flashed with murderous intent and pretended to be busy.

The leader of the team, Hydra, shouted loudly in stiff English: "All stand upright!" What about your lords? Stand up and get checked! ”

The little soldier thought for a while and shouted, "Tear the egg waist grandma!" ”

Agent Hydra froze, they didn't understand, they looked at each other, and began to wonder if they hadn't learned their English well.

The Hydra commander, who led the team, also panicked, feeling that he was afraid that the English he had learned for a year would be exposed, so he reached out to touch his pistol.

The squad leader slammed up from the ground, pushed the little soldier away, and raised his hand to shoot.

And the little soldier also picked up the gun at this time, raised his hand and pulled the trigger almost against the other party's face.

The leader of the team, Hydra's head shattered.

The other hydras just wanted to raise their guns to shoot back, but the opposite side was faster than them, and in the crisp sound of the Chicago typewriter, with the powerful firepower of the fifty-round drum, the dense bullet rain came head-on.

Some hydras didn't even have time to raise their muzzles, and their bodies had already been beaten into a hornet's nest.

In just a few seconds, a highly trained Special Ops team of Hydra was wiped out in such a blur.

Even before they died, they didn't know why the other party would shoot and attack them dressed as MP.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the fighters of this PVA team began to scratch their heads, staring wide-eyed, and no one knew what to do.

In desperation, they began to report to Qin Rongshuai that they had killed a team of American military police.

Qin Rongshuai also felt a little strange, why there was a US military police, and after thinking about it, it seemed that there was no other army in New York except for a large number of military police guards in the Strategic Science Corps.

But he doesn't care, it's just an American army, let's kill it.

Are there still fewer American troops killed by PVA fighters?

The armies of any of their countries have not fought.

Qin Rongshuai told them to dispose of the corpses, either burn them or simply create a scene of fighting with the rioters.

He then put the matter aside and began to think about the next tactical plan.

There are three main parts of the crowd that make trouble.

The thugs that occupy the majority of the chaotic crowd are unorganized and undisciplined rabble, most of them are street gangsters and vagrants, which are not to be feared and can be eliminated by direct force.

Beware of the ringleaders who deliberately instigate trouble, most of whom are disguised as Hydra agents.

But just drain the muddy water and you can see who's bare-butted in the pool and who's peeing in the pool.

In addition to these two groups, the main force that added fuel to the fire in the riot was a group of gang members, they were organized, not only people but also strong firepower, these people went around in groups to make trouble, giving a lot of confidence to the storm fighters.

However, these gangsters are different from thugs, who simply grab things.

The main purpose of the gang members is to attack the rival gang and do things that are usually inconvenient, such as killing enemies and competitors.

Gangs actually pursue order, and violence is only a means for them to maintain order, not an end.

After all, a stable environment can make better money, and it is not in their interests to fight and kill every day.

So these guys are easy to deal with.

After cleaning the streets, Qin Rongshuai moved his palm to one of the most famous areas of New York and patted it gently.

Hell's Kitchen.

This poorest and darkest area of New York is a place that makes ordinary people talk about it and makes the NYPD retreat.

It is home to New York's most vicious criminals, the most evil gangsters, and is the source of crime in the whole of New York, and the command center of criminal mobs.

Hell's Kitchen is a place outside the law, where the inhabitants are not interested in the law and the government, and they advocate violence.

Qin Rongshuai likes this very much, he doesn't care what hell's kitchen is, the main place is afraid of violence.

Because now in all of New York, apart from the Temple, the biggest violent element is himself.

As the sun rises over the horizon, the night recedes in New York, and the sun shines into the city.

The gunfire in the city also gradually died down, and the megacity began to calm down again.

Qin Rongshuai wore a gray suit, a black woolen coat, and a cigar in his mouth, and stepped out of the car.

The new, shiny leather boots stepped on the filthy streets of Hell's Kitchen without hesitation, and he smiled as he stepped into the dark place.

In the alleys on both sides of the street, heads poked out of the shops and houses, staring closely at this well-dressed guy with a style of painting that didn't fit in with Hell's Kitchen.

Qin Rongshuai didn't care about those fierce eyes at all, looked around, and suddenly asked loudly: "Who of you is the talker here, call him out!" ”

A bald man with tattoos on the second floor gave him a disdainful look and took a hard spit.

The little PVA soldier standing behind Qin Rongshuai directly raised his hand and shot it, and the bullet entered through the bald man's open mouth and passed through his head.

The bald man threw himself out of the window without saying a word, and the heavy corpse fell on the street with a muffled thud.

Several gangsters were furious and grabbed their weapons.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! ”

A series of gunshots rang out, and the PVA warrior withdrew his gun with a flat expression and withdrew from the magazine.

The corpses at the windows on both sides were like dumplings, and they fell down on the street, and none of them took up arms.

The entire street changed color, and the silent atmosphere spread, and the originally unruly gang members looked at Qin Rongshuai standing in the middle of the street with some panic.

Qin Rongshuai flicked the dust on his body, and said in a light tone: "Tell you to come out!" ”