Chapter 794: Law Tribune (2)

Zhou Qingfeng's cat squatted on the side of the road, waiting for the antique car on the opposite side to come. He splashed bullets at the close distance of more than ten meters.
The opposite is either ‘Old Sleeve’ or ‘Manlysha’, all single shot rifles. The firepower of a dozen people is far inferior to a ‘Bergman’.
Due to the absolute advantages of weight and strength, the high-speed ‘Bergman’ was extremely stable in Zhou Qingfeng’s hands. He can hit a dense bullet rain with a brisk short shot, naming the enemies opposite.
The T-type car was modified and reinforced, and a bumper was added. There are four'black uniforms' standing on the footboards on both sides of the body, like armored infantry accompanied by shocks.
But as soon as ‘Bergman’ opened fire, Zhou Qingfeng first knocked out the commander sitting in the co-pilot position, followed by a sudden burst of fire.
No one thought that the murderer's psychological quality was so high that he actually stayed on the spot. I did not expect that there were not many people in the other party but it was raining and splashing, turning the people who had beaten him upside down.
At the moment of the gunshot, the "black uniforms" standing on both sides of the car body were first killed by two people, followed by standing on one side for five or six and suffered a intensive fire.
Hearing the bursts of gunfire, many enemies simply lost their guns and ran away, with no morale and skills to resist. In their view, the one who can use a continuous machine gun is definitely a gangster. More chilling...
"The left chief is dead, the left chief is killed." The driver jumped from the car and ran back with blood all over his face. He shouted, the others in uniform only hated the father and mother and gave birth to two legs.
Before Zhou Qingfeng leaped from a dozen meters away, he grabbed the driver's shoulders and pulled it back again—he wouldn't drive such an old car. No driver is fine.
"Who is dead?"
Zhou Qingfeng pressed the driver with his knee and knelt on one knee to continue firing. He mainly killed those enemies who were still holding weapons, so as not to give them the possibility to fight back.
In the distance of the street, there are more than a dozen'green military uniforms' shrunk on the street to probe the brain. After Zhou Qingfeng hit the empty magazine, he took out the grenade, screwed the cap, pulled the string, and threw it away after throwing his hand.
One drop is three in sequence, easily dropped on the street forty or fifty meters away. It will be seen that the lively people run away early, and those who dare to stay in place are those of the Kuomintang.
The Type 67 grenade exploded one after another, and the bombing continued.
At the corner of the intersection, there were still several enemies who were aiming at Zhou Qingfeng with their spears. They were killed after being bombed. The rest knew that he was not safe at all over fifty meters.
The depressed driver was so frightened that he would do nothing but shout for mercy. Zhou Qingfeng had to grab it and slapped in the face before asking: "Who is dead in the car?"
The glass of the modified T-type car was broken, and a body was lying on the front passenger seat. Judging from the uniform worn by this man, it should be the head of the scene commander.
The driver was slapped, and then stared at Zhou Qingfeng's fierce eyes, said tremblingly: "The dead is our left chief."
"What's your name?"
"Zuo Guoyong."
I haven't heard of it, it should be a little bureaucrat.
Zhou Qingfeng tucked the driver into the car again, picked up several firearms with corpses on the ground, and threw them into the car. As for the corpse, drag it out and throw it on the street.
On the other side, the girl who had just been rescued brought back several haggard people. They are very young. They are really young. Everyone has injuries on their bodies, and some of them have difficulty walking and need help.
"Fortunately, I got a car." Zhou Qingfeng waved his hand, "otherwise this situation can't be solved."
Among the rescued people, a short young man rushed to Zhou Qingfeng joyfully and asked anxiously, "Comrade, who are you from?"
"Don't talk nonsense, get in the car. We have to leave here." Zhou Qingfeng had to pick up the tote bag he had dropped. The zipper opens, and inside is a m1919a4 air-cooled heavy machine gun with a long tripod and a long chain.
Zhou Qingfeng dropped the handbag into the car, hung a 250-round bullet chain on his arm, and held the machine gun in his arms with the help of a handle. "Get in the car, get in the car, squeeze it, and squeeze me all the way. squeeze."
A large number of soldiers appeared in the "green uniform" on the other side of the street. They shot Chao Qingfeng at a distance of 100 meters. Judging from the panic gesture, they didn't aim at all, basically they just pulled their triggers.
The T-type car is very small and normally sits for four or five people at most. But now even if Zhou Qingfeng doesn't get on the bus, he has to squeeze down nine. The space in the car can only be reserved for the wounded, and the legs and feet are hung outside the car.
The driver cried while shifting gears, he finally started the car, but saw that Zhou Qingfeng did not come up at all. The tall, strong bandit stood outside the car, holding a heavy machine gun and starting to embrace the fire.
Tom tom...
The sound of gunshots exploded, the dazzling gun flames erupted from Zhou Qingfeng's hands, the chain hanging on his arm bounced and jittered, a large number of shells flew out, and jingled on the ground.
‘Bergman’ was like a rain of bullets when he showed his power, and when this m1919a4 showed his power, it would be downpour and overwhelming.
A few fruit soldiers squatted at the intersection 100 meters away, shot in a kneeling position, and pulled a bolt. When Zhou Qingfeng opened fire, they were like blood mist, instantly covered by dozens of bullets, and their limbs were almost torn apart.
There were twenty or thirty soldiers behind the corner of the street, and the street building was thought to be a reliable cover. But under the splash of rain, wooden and masonry walls were penetrated.
The bullet exploded and killed more than half of the people hiding behind the wall. The rest of the Hu Dao shouted that the mother fled quickly, and she hurriedly slipped away, and never dared to step forward again-there was a heavy machine gun opposite, who could have beaten it?
If the party's firepower has always been weak, the uniformed military police in the city are mostly hitting rifles, training is still poor, and there are few bullets. When you encounter Unreasonable Uncle Zhou, you can only run away from the wind.
Zhou Qingfeng struck a bullet chain and took another one from the big handbag to continue. When he turned around, he saw all the people in the car staring at them silly.
"Why do you froze? Drive!"
The t-car with only 20 horsepower finally started. Zhou Qingfeng asked the driver to stabilize at a speed of 20 kilometers per hour, but he ran outside the car with a heavy machine gun, always vigilant, and acted as an armed escort.
but......
The car drove half a street, and the driver asked with a sad face: "This man, where are we going?"
Yes, where are you going?
"Out of town first."
In fact, Uncle Zhou did not know where he was or where he was. He stabbed in, and had no time to collect too much information. But he couldn’t say, ‘I’m just coming out, I don’t know anything’.
"Which..., comrade, is there any place to hide?" Zhou Qingfeng can only ask the rescued few, "I'm not familiar with this neighborhood."
The rescued were grateful.
This must be a comrade who came from a foreign country. If he hadn't had time to understand the situation, he would be reckless. Thanks also to him, otherwise these eight people will be cut off their heads.
After a brief discussion, the youngest girl said: "Go to Shuibo, Dayutang, Changsha County, that is my home."
Come back home?
This is not a good idea.
The biggest taboo after a major incident is to go home. It is hard to escape if you catch a quasi-precision.
"You can't go back home now." Zhou Qingfeng shook his head. "Even if you find a landlord bully." He also patted the heavy machine gun in his hand. "With this thing, the bully must be quite dead."
A few people looked at each other again and gave a new place, "Go to Qingtai, Changsha County, where there is a bully, Liang Zhenqiu. He killed nearly 400 of us in only three months. This hatred must be reported."