Chapter 114: messenger

"This must be a soft text made by Lena Fox. She is trying to recruit more people. But there are really a lot of people running over. What can I support them?" Zhou Qingfeng felt inexplicable about the "Armed Sisters' Association", but he I didn't bother to ask it clearly by radio.
"Show this newspaper to others in the neighborhood. There are so many people asking for help. Maybe someone can find their own family." Zhou Qingfeng threw the newspaper away and called Minsk to the subway station. The time is urgent. It's better not to care about other broken things.
The night was dark and the stars shone.
Zhou Qingfeng and Minsk took sixteen men and pulled on a 'walker' machine to carry a lot of tools to the nearby subway station. Fearing that their intentions were being exposed, none of them turned on the lighting, relying only on a night vision device to probe the road.
The night after night, there were gunfire in Lower Manhattan. Climbing up the roof can clearly see the streamers of various projectiles flying. It is true that is here.
The subway entrance in New York is simple, narrow, small, and inconspicuous. Zhou Qingfeng moved away a few ice cream cones blocking the road and glanced at the entrance. There was a man lying at the entrance of the subway. It seemed that he was not young, and he seemed to be holding a hand, violin?
"Hi, old man, this is not a place you can stay. Stay away from here." Zhou Qingfeng kicked and kicked the old man on the ground quickly, apologizing to him again and again.
I just apologized and apologized, but the old man didn't leave. Instead, he asked Zhou Qingfeng, "Sir, would you like a serenade? I am Joseph Bell, the chief violin player of the New York Philharmonic Orchestra. I am very good at playing the violin. My past concert tickets will not be lower than Five hundred dollars, now I will play for you for free, how about it? "
The old man used questions, but he immediately started playing. A dozen menacing wasteland thugs looked around silly like this.
"Old man, stop! No one is listening to your performance now." Zhou Qingfeng yelled in a low voice: "Get out of New York at once, you still have a chance to survive. If you stay, you will be a dead end."
"But leaving New York, no one listens to my performance. I have struggled all my life, I want to play in various theaters on Broadway in New York, and play until I die! I am about to achieve my dream, I will not give up Yes. "The old man was still stubborn.
"You have to play somewhere else."
"It's not safe elsewhere."
"Don't you think you're unsafe now?"
"But I think you are good-natured."
Zhou Qingfeng really wanted to sigh up: I met a lunatic. He grabbed the old man's shoulders and threw it alive from the subway exit. He said viciously, "Old man, listen to me, and it's too late to leave New York."
"But I'm old, ..."
"I don't care if you are old or not, don't get in the way before me."
Zhou Qingfeng kicked the old man away at the end and then led the team into the subway. During the whole process, no one spoke near him.
From the subway entrance, Zhou Qingfeng and others turned on the bright flashlight and went all the way to Chambers Station near the police headquarters. There were no overturned trains blocking the road, and the road was smooth. Since the satellite in the sky is still working now, after arriving at Chambers Station, Minsk used GPS positioning to select the excavation point in the subway tunnel wall.
"Dig six meters up from here, we should be able to enter a closed sewer." Minsk greeted him, a calf-sized 'walker' came forward, and a high-pressure water jet cutter was carried up.
Zhou Qingfeng obtained a lot of high-energy batteries that can be used to drive a portable ultra-high-pressure waterjet cutting machine with a rating of 500 MPa. This kind of machine has never been more convenient for drilling and demolition of walls. The only drawback now is that it is a waste of water.
"Minsk, you take a few people to operate the machine and leave a few to be on guard. I'll take a few people to go around the tunnel, so that no one will bother us and bring the follow-up tools at the same time." Because Minsk was too boring, only It was Zhou Qingfeng's order that everyone else would obey.
The whole work of drilling and removing walls is extremely tedious. Because of working under the sunless subway, it is almost impossible to detect the change of time. In order to hurry up, a dozen people worked in three shifts, 24 hours a day, 24 hours a day, eating and drinking in the subway, all supplies were selected to be replenished from the outside at night.
The first day of construction soon passed, and Minsk successfully opened a large six-meter-long hole. The entire engineering team entered a sewer and turned to another communication maintenance pipeline.
Suddenly, Zhou Qingfeng couldn't stay in the ground all the time, but the butcher who went out to search again brought back a messenger—the messenger of the Zetas gangster.
"Mr. Hugo, my name is Jos. Mr. Los Zertas sends me his greetings. At the same time, I officially invite you to be our friend." The messenger is a middle with a 'Z' pattern on his forehead. The young man has dark skin that is common in Mexicans and looks very kind.
Just a few bodyguards who followed Jos were not friendly. They wore headbands, homemade tactical vests, six or seven magazines, a machete on their waist, and a gun in their hands. Sweeping around a man's neck.
Of course, these guys also like to stare at Caterina's chest and thighs. They even openly laughed in Spanish in a low voice, with an extremely obscene tone.
接待 In order to receive these uninvited guests, except for Minsk, who works in the subway, all three other members of the team were present. Katerina stood behind Zhou Qingfeng, whispered near his ear and said, "Be aware of the M67 grenades hanging on the bastard's waist ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This can never be obtained from the police station."
Zhou Qingfeng also noticed the equipment of these guys. They felt like they had found a camp of the US National Guard or the US Army and got a lot of good things.
Joss reached out to Zhou Qingfeng and said with a smile: "Mr. Hugo, please accept Mr. Zetas' friendship and be one of us, otherwise you will regret it!"
Zhou Qingfeng didn't want to reach out, but Caterina pushed him gently behind him, only to let him make a compromise.
The two men held their hands together, which made Zhou Qingfeng feel sick. The other hand's palms were wet and hot, making them sticky and uncomfortable.
José said very proudly: "Mr. Hugo, this is the right choice. We actually know that you attacked one of our convoys and stole some supplies of Mr. Zetas. Just outside your neighborhood, there are already Five hundred powerful Zetas guards were assembled.
If you make the wrong choice, the ending will not look good. But now nothing, you are already an official of the Republic of New York, and those supplies should be given to you. "
Zhou Qingfeng loosened his hand and frowned, and asked, "Mr. Jos, must you also hold an important position in the New York Republic? Can you know your identity?"
"I am the Minister of Foreign Affairs and the humble servant of Mr. Los Zertas." The obscene Mexican man spoke of his leader's name and bowed slightly respectfully.
Zhou Qingfeng really has the illusion of being a ghost. The person who filed in this way was actually the Minister of Foreign Affairs. What a in the New York Republic really is a joke ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Welcome the book readers to read, the latest, fastest and hottest serial works are in ~ www.mtlnovel .com ~ mobile users, please read.