Chapter 669: The top card of the bar

"It feels like American society has been torn." Zhou Qingfeng looked at the photos in his hand and muttered to himself.
After killing the nigger, Zhou Qingfeng threw his body to the side of the road, and then carried out a search of this 'Dodge' sports car. This is a typical high-horsepower muscle car, older in style, but very well maintained. The car has been modified. From the perspective of various odds and ends, the owner should be rich, and it is by no means a stingy nigger.
Damn, this car was stolen.
Find a few family photos of real owners from the glove box inside the car, luxurious homes, picturesque gardens, modern schools, libraries, shopping malls. These photos are very different from the Chicago West End where Zhou Qingfeng is now located.
What's in the Western District? Dilapidated streets, ruined buildings, outdated public facilities, and groups of niggas. Zhou Qingfeng looked through the car window to the 'Happy Monkey' bar across the street and said puzzledly, "I don't understand, why is Helena's girl here?"
The 'Aurora Corps' is already collecting as much information as possible before the cataclysm, but there is no way to have detailed information about an ordinary FBI female agent more than a decade ago. It can be found that Helena is lucky to stay in Chicago, otherwise Zhou Qingfeng is more blind.
Get out of the car, put on a pullover hat, Zhou Qingfeng bowed his head and detoured towards the back door of 'Happy Monkey'. But it was clear that someone was guarding the back door.
"Hi, stand still! Who are you?" The back door of a bar is often a natural place for hidden trades, and this place is absolutely exclusive. The guard was holding a rifle bullet in his hand, and after seeing the Asian face under Zhou Qingfeng's hat, he sneered and said, "Yellow-skinned monkey, roll me away, otherwise I will let you eat the bullet immediately."
There are two guards, one with a gun and the other with a laugh. There is no good attitude. Zhou Qingfeng did not leave, but instead took out five "Franklin" from his pocket and said, "I just want to ask a few questions."
Five hundred dollars is already a huge sum for many citizens at the bottom of the United States. The guard with the gun didn't move his hands, just looked at his companion. The other guard took the first few steps with a shameful face, and took the dollar with a handful, but pushed Zhou Qingfeng backhanded.
"Go away, disappear immediately, we don't welcome Asians here. There is no one here who can answer your questions." The two guards obviously did not plan to communicate with Zhou Qingfeng.
"Actually, I didn't plan to pay." Seeing that the other party took the money away, Zhou Qingfeng immediately shot like electricity and drew the money again. The guard who stepped forward pushed him indifferently, but was pushed in front of the guard with a gun by his palm.
"Hell, boy, you're looking for death." The muzzle was blocked by his companion, and the guard with the gun burst into drink, and he followed. But separated by a person, Zhou Qingfeng's hand stretched out like a ghost, grasping the gun barrel and grabbing it.
The force of seizing the gun was too great, and the fingers of the guard holding the gun were painful because of the sudden shake. By the time the two guards responded, the muzzle had been turned and aimed at themselves.
"Should someone be willing to answer the question right now?" Zhou Qingfeng laughed twice. The two white guards on the other side didn't figure out what was happening. Why was he pointed at the gunpoint in the blink of an eye?
"Boy, this is the site of the boss Chris. If you want to cause trouble, you can find the wrong place." A guard screamed inside. With a slamming blow, Zhou Qingfeng turned his to give him a happy moment.
This fierce start is definitely enough to deter any resistance. The beaten guard screamed for a while, and the man fell to the ground. His face was swollen again and again, it seemed that his jaw had been dislocated, and he could not speak with his tongue hanging.
The other guard could only raise his hands and honestly said, "You win, just ask if you have any questions."
"Do you know this woman?" Zhou Qingfeng held a gun and asked for a photo from his arms. The photo shows a woman in formal attire, with a cold stare and expressionless. The most peculiar thing is that the woman is wearing a black uniform and holding an assault rifle. The left chest of the uniform has three large letters FBI.
The guard's eyes sharpened instantly, he shouted in surprise: "This is Natasha. Damn, this sister-in-law is FBI? No wonder she always likes to chat with us, and always asks Dong Wenxi, and asks something that has nothing to do with her thing."
Who do American gangsters hate the most? Probably the Internal Revenue Service. Many gangsters are not afraid of the police, but they have a headache for collecting taxes.
Hehehe, in fact, it should be the FBI hates the gangsters. The FBI is much more proactive in combating crime than police officers who have limited powers and responsibility for their own affairs. In Huaxia, police can enforce law across provinces, and only the FBI has arrested people across the US.
Because the FBI was so annoying, the guard became extremely excited when he saw the picture. Zhou Qingfeng continued to ask, "Where is Natasha?"
A photo made the guards feel that Zhou Qingfeng may be similar, and his attitude has improved greatly. "That sister-in-law has come to us for almost half a year. She happened to have a show today, and she can be found in the bar. I will report to Chris Boss. You have to get rid of this woman, she knows too much. "
Alas, it was another blow. This time, instead of hitting the jaw, it hit the throat. The guard who was still yelling to report was covering his throat, and his eyes fell down like goldfish ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Another guard who was lying on the ground was covering his mouth and was only air-conditioning. Now, Zhou Qingfeng was really hot Relentlessly, the frightened two pedals moved back, and the sound of air flowing from the mouth did not make a sound.
Zhou Qingfeng stepped on his throat and ended the life of the other person. "Don't be angry, things are so unpredictable."
Zhou Qingfeng found two mobile phones from the guard, an iron finger sleeve, and some twelve No. bombs. He covered his shotgun with his wide clothes and pushed open the back door of the bar and walked in.
The back door connects to the bar's kitchen, and some chefs are busy. No one cares about Zhou Qingfeng who came in wearing a hood, which made him walk smoothly to the dance floor in the bar. And about 300 square meters of bar dance floor crowded over 500 young people who jumbled, loud music can make their ears deaf.
Zhou Qingfeng walked along the wall of the bar. In the dark environment, only the steel pipe stage in the center of the dance floor had lights. A half-naked dancer was holding the steel pipe and twisting her body hard.
The audience was so crazy, but everyone's eyes focused on the back of the steel pipe stage, where stood a hot girl wearing only underwear and high heels.
27-year-old Helena Kelvin is really cold and sexy. Strapless bras expose large areas of skin, and the full are definitely above the d cup. The bright-colored skin is smeared with essential oils and glows a healthy wheat-colored glow under the light.
The two slender thighs are straight and well-formed, only covering the key of the wide finger, but exposing the rounded hip curve to the air. The woman stood slightly crooked, with a cigarette between her fingers, swallowing clouds and mist in her mouth, and her expressionless face attracted the entire audience to shout her name.
Natasha, Natasha, Natasha!
It looks like this girl is very popular!