Chapter 740: Think for a long time

In a narrow space, the energy of the explosion is nowhere to be vented, and the power will be doubled. With the air waves and sound waves, the wall peeled off and the masonry broke. Relentless shrapnel flew around, killing the lives of the living.
No one can keep calm in the explosion, and it is the warriors who are crouched to find concealment. However, the opponent from this raid was unusual.
The night goddess Shaer borrows the pituitary glands of the queen to give Zhou Qingfeng three powers. He used more for linking networks and mental shocks, but the secret technique of mental scanning, such as close combat, used less.
In the thick smoke produced by the explosion, dark vision is not easy to use, but the mental scan makes Zhou Qingfeng helpful. The muzzle in his hand can always find the target hiding in the corner, followed by a few precise bullets to hit it.
If there are several opponents covering each other, they are often given priority attention-a grenade will fly out of the smoke, and it will explode before it reaches the ground. The bursting steel ball will cause no dead ends and can't escape.
There were continuous gunfires and explosions in the complex terminal building, mixed with miserable exclaims from the two Mao military police. People can hear extremely rhythmic shooting, accompanied by death.
In just half a minute, the Ermao police who were stuck on the fifth floor of the terminal killed more than a dozen people, and the rest of the ghosts fled like crying wolves. They bumped against each other like headless flies.
Someone panicked and even rushed into Marcos' office.
The explosion-proof door of the office was blown up, and valuable furniture piled up behind the door as an obstacle. At least a dozen or more firearms were aimed at the door, and no matter who rushed in, they would be beaten into horse honeycombs.
However, in only half a minute, the precarious situation reversed. There were corpses everywhere in the hallway outside the door, and the blood stains quickly stained the walls and ceiling red.
Gunshots and screams gradually stopped, and it was quiet outside.
Marcos fell to the corner of the office, his shoulders and thighs were shot, and there were black marks on his forehead that had been wiped by stray bullets. He lost too much blood and could not stand up, but there were more than a dozen desperate followers closely following him.
Everyone stared nervously at the falling explosion door. They either grab a heavy machine gun or hold a bazooka, a bit overwhelmed by the movement outside. until......
"Marcos." There was a voice shouting outside, "Relax your men, the enemies outside have been cleaned up by me."
Marcos fell into the corner of the wall with a sigh of relief, and struggling to stand up. He motioned his hands to lower the muzzle and said happily: "The boss is here and we are saved."
Zhou Qingfeng wore a light-colored trench coat and slowly walked in, holding a rifle. He whistled, and in front of him was a room ravaged by explosives and heavy weapons. A dozen survivors were still in shock, still clenching their weapons and staring at him.
"Go after the gang of escaped guys, don't let them stop."
Zhou Qingfeng quietly smashed a gem of ‘assistance’ — everyone in the room elevates the attack, fights fear, and recovers from the injury.
On the floor of the room lay several dying wounded. In the eyes of the survivors, these seriously wounded guys had only half a breath, but as soon as the boss came, their breath was smooth.
Marcos, who was shot in the thigh, was also in good condition and was able to take two steps on his own. He tilted his head toward the alive hand. "Don't you always want to know who is standing behind me? Well, this is our boss."
Although there are many rumors, until Zhou Qingfeng stood up, all the people confirmed that the "Holy Light" was really the real owner of Borispol.
This is amazing.
A few gruff bears murmured and walked out of the messy office with their arms. When they saw that there was no one outside but only corpses, they came back and asked in surprise: "boss? Are you coming alone?"
"How many people do you think I need?" Zhou Qingfeng found the cracked wine cabinet in the office and raised his hand slightly. A bottle of vodka left flying out of the broken glass and liquor.
"For your loyalty, you should let you know what real power is." Zhou Qingfeng flicked his finger and the wine bottle made a crisp sound.
The cork of the wine bottle opened, and the liquor was poured out and fell on a wounded man in the chest. Yin Hong's liquor spattered away, and the injured breathed violently and opened his eyes weakly.
A very ceremonial act, the dozen survivors at the scene all opened their eyes and wowed a wry sigh.
"I hope you..." Zhou Qingfeng said the first half.
Marcos stared at his dazed man standing at the door of the office, and snorted in a nasty voice: "Keep a secret, or go to hell."
A wizard's hand, a healing technique, the effect is very good. As Zhou Qingfeng's sharp gaze glanced, the mercenaries who were not afraid of the sky all took a breath, all nodded silently, and left quickly.
"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng pressed Marcos' injured shoulder with one hand.
The stout Slavic man screamed in pain, and there was severe pain in his numb shoulder. After a while, itching was itching again, and the wound was recovering quickly. The same is true of this thigh, and the broken bullet was squeezed out of the wound.
Marcos answered the question, whispering, "Is this the power of God or the power of the devil?"
"It is human power."
"superpower?"
"As you like."
Marcos had long thought about the special purpose of his boss, and considered how to get along with it, and it was finally confirmed today. He stood upright, watching Zhou Qingfeng continue to rescue other wounded, and sighed:
"I was careless this time and thought that the officials in the city had been fed by me. But they always only wanted more. The Americans are back, making the situation more complicated."
Marcos is gritting his teeth, Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Is there a list?"
"What?" Marcos' eyes widened.
Zhou Qingfeng shouted toward the office door, "Ai Lin, you come to deal with this matter."
The tree spirit walked through the broken glass on the broken step and appeared at the door with a meow. She first nodded to Zhou Qingfeng: "Yes, master." She asked Marcos again: "Is there a list that needs cleaning?"
Marcos was surprised for a moment and turned to turn over his smashed desk. He picked up the account book from a pile of waste paper-like debris, turned it over and handed it to Irene.
"These are guys who are getting in the way. They usually don't take our money but do nothing at all. You can kill them all. But be careful. These are real power figures. It's hard to deal with."
Aileen took the account book with a smile, shouted at the black cat who followed up, "Miao Miao, let's go and work hard. Your favorite job."
The black cat's paws are full of blood, but the fur on the body is particularly smooth and shiny. She brushed her teeth slightly and jumped on the messy floor before she followed Irene.
Marcos stared at the leaving black cat for a long time, and he was relieved for a long time before turning to look outside the broken window. The well-known forces of the siege obviously retreated in chaos. He bowed his head towards Zhou Qingfeng and apologized:
"Sorry, boss. I didn't manage this well."
"Oh, it's okay." Zhou Qingfeng looked around. He couldn't find a chair to sit in the office. He said with a spread of his hands: "You're worthy of me without surrendering on the spot.
But I might not be so coincident next time. If you cause any trouble, it is best to stick with it for a long time. Uh..., I'm actually a little confused this time and need your help.
Because I thought about it for a day and night, why can't I get the chicken to come to us? I decided not to think about it — I had to try it for ten days and ten nights, but I didn’t have the talent to be a librarian. "