Chapter 136: Chaos and misery

The New York Police Department Headquarters is a rather large building, and it is not just the vehicles that are harvested here. Zhou Qingfeng sent a small number of people to look at the entrances and exits of the police headquarters, and then began to sweep and collect materials one by one.
Not long after the cataclysm, more than a dozen people rushed to rush into the police headquarters. As a result, no one came in under the violent conflict, and the entire building was empty.
There are twenty or thirty functional departments in the police headquarters. Zhou Qingfeng first found a large number of police equipment, pistols, rifles, shotguns, stun guns, digital walkie-talkies, handcuffs, and pepper spray from various armouries and safe deposit boxes. Agents, night vision, small drones, etc. In addition, there are a large number of personal belongings of the police, many of which are good.
Among them there are thousands of high-power digital walkie-talkies, which are more useful equipment than the firearms for Zhou Qingfeng and others. This walkie-talkie covers the entire New York City area and is the only reliable and convenient communication tool after a mobile phone fails.
"Take all these things into the car." Zhou Qingfeng grouped more than 50 searchers. Each of his four chiefs brought a dozen or so individuals to clean up the floor by district. In the end, I found that things are too much and too complicated, and I can only choose the most useful loading car to take away.
"Ah ... see what I found!" Zhou Qingfeng found a box of ammunition. He has selected an MRAP armored vehicle as his mount. The heavy armor can let him ignore any obstacles. And he will use the M249 machine gun to fire on the machine gun tower, and now this box after box of 2223 ammunition provides him with continuous firepower.
During the search of the police headquarters, a large number of people gathered again in the Town Hall Square not far from the police headquarters. Yesterday's body had been cleared, but the blood on the ground was still shocking. Nito stood in the crowd, panicing.
The scene of the forklift attack is still fresh in memory. The man who joined the Zetas gang with Nietto is now very few, and he always sighs that he is lucky.
But if it is really lucky, Nieto will not panic. He should have escaped yesterday, but he took a slow step when he ran, and Guzman, as the leader of the gang, scared him with a blast. The result was that he was still standing on Town Hall Square the next day in preparation for the inauguration of the Republic of New York.
"The New York Republic is a joke. So many people are dead without stopping." Nietto looked outside the square, where a large number of people came from Brooklyn. Unlike usual, the Zetas gang is very cautious about recruiting staff this time, and has a lot of requirements on personnel.
According to physical fitness, appearance, ability, the Zetas Gangster only recruited about 300 people this time. This frustrated the other tens of thousands of people who could not join, and these people began to roam around Manhattan like locusts.
Yes, there are tens of thousands of people. Tens of thousands of people came yesterday, and tens of thousands of people came today. Nietto felt that the future would be more and more sad.
"Nieto." There was a loud drink.
Nieto was frightened, and when he turned around, he saw the bearded Guzman come to him, "Come, from now on, you will be the head of the seventh team. You will be under the command of these ten people. Take them to dinner, By the way arrange their accommodation. Remember, if anyone is not obedient, shoot him. "
Guzman patted Nietto's back again, signaled that he remembered that he was carrying a rifle and a pistol. Nietto, inexplicably, became a squad leader. He didn't actually shoot at all. He was a 19-year-old Mexican farmer.
But now ...
Nietto straightened his chest, learning Guzman's fierce appearance, strode to his ten men, scolding first, followed by kicking. Waiting for someone to finally resist, he turned his rifle and smashed the opponent the ground.
Waiting for the whole team to become trembling, Nito took them to collect food. But as he passed Guzman's side, the real ruthless man grinned and said, "You learn fast, but you are not ruthless enough. If I were, I would just shoot the guy who dared to resist."
In the presence of Guzman, Nieto did not dare to look at each other's face. With his eyes closed these two days, he and dozens or hundreds of people flew flesh and blood on the battlefield. And in these dreams, Guzman, with a pistol, shot and killed behind them without exception.
The so-called food collection is just a distribution of biscuits and dry bread. There is no water. But this treatment is already very enviable. The one who joined the Zetas Gangster was not hungry? It ’s good to have something to eat.
When receiving the food, Nieto sneaked out a few bullets from his pocket and said to the person who distributed the food, "How about a bullet for a piece of bread?"
"Two nine-millimeter pistol bullets, or one two-two-three rifle bullets for a piece of bread." The big fat man who distributed food was contained by the Zetas gang because of his cooking skills.
"Yesterday I changed a pistol for a piece of bread." Nietto wanted to fight.
"You know it was yesterday? Yesterday you ate and do n’t eat it today?" The fat chef refused to let it go. "Whether you change it or not? If you do n’t change it, you will get less food."
Nieto couldn't help it, and replaced two loaves of bread with the bullet in his hand. The ten men behind him watched the scene silently, secretly remembering the place and price of the food black market.
After receiving the food, Nietto took his men to a building near the town hall. After allocating his house, he came to his room and knocked on the door. "Harry, Sophia, open the door. I'm back."
There was a sound of heavy objects moving behind the door, and then a seam was opened. The woman inside held a pistol and looked outwards vigilantly, confirming that it was behind Nito before opening the door.
Two women were rewarded yesterday. Harry is a young black girl in her teens. Sofia is a Mexican woman in her thirties.
"I brought you food, but there was no water." Nietto took out the bread he had exchanged for the bullet.
In the Zetas Gangsters ~ EbookFREE.me ~ women have not distributed food, and the men who adopt them are responsible for getting them food. This makes the situation of women extremely miserable.
Nietto was kind. He was crazy with these two women last night because he liked the young and beautiful Harley. He also gave each other more food.
The older Sophia didn't say much in the eyes of this distributional injustice. Instead, she ripped half of her share and handed it to Nito, saying, "You should eat more. With water, I also collected some, enough for us to drink for two days."
In just a few words of work, the teenage Harry had finished eating her portion of bread, and her eyes were still on the portion that Sophia had given up. Nietto looked at him and said, "Just feed Harry, I'm full."
Harry almost rushed up, snatched the bread from Sofia, swallowed the food in three mouthfuls, and then began to hold on to Nieto's neck. Entered the room and started popping.
Listening to the strange noises in the room, Sophia silently ate her own bread and sat silently in the living room of the room for a while. (To be continued.):