When Zhou Qingfeng lifted his windbreaker, the strong man in charge of the bar guarding the door exclaimed "fuck". His companions and Liuying, who was teasing, turned their heads and looked like they had seen a ghost. The boy in a leather windbreaker was covered with weapons and guns.

The strong man who stood up had many troubles and was very experienced. He quickly reached out and grabbed Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder, and clenched his fist with his other hand, thinking that he would beat the boy in front of him first, and talk about it.

The other strong man behind quickly pressed the walkie-talkie on his waist. If something happened, he would definitely call for support. Liuying, who was soliciting business at the door of the bar, subconsciously covered her mouth and screamed faster than anyone else!

However, if it is faster, who can surpass Zhou Qingfeng, who has the specialty of this?

Before the opponent could recover his elbow and accumulate strength, an iron fist hit his chin like thunder. The fist with the iron fingertip was hard and fierce, and it broke the strong man's chin with one blow. His attack of grabbing the shoulders and punching was immediately destroyed, and blood bleeded out of his mouth, and several broken teeth flew out.

With one punch, Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the "python" with a six-inch barrel from his leg bag with his other hand, raised his hand and fired at another strong man behind him.

The bullet hit the chest and blood splattered. The strong man's hand was pressed on the call button of the intercom and the person had already fallen.

With one punch and two shots, Liuying's scream pierced the dark sky. The strong man who was punched still wanted to get up. Zhou Qingfeng's 'python' muzzle was down and he asked, "Is the 'lien' here?"

The strong man who was punched was not sure whether he wanted to scold or beg for mercy, but he whined in a daze. Zhou Qingfeng pulled the trigger to his chest until he could all the bullets in the bullet wheel.

The bullet was shot empty, Zhou Qingfeng swung the bullet wheel and leaned back, and the ding-dangling bullet shell fell to the ground. He took off a quick loader from the tactical vest and re-booted it. After swinging the bullet wheel again, he said in a deep voice: "I'm sorry, my patience is only one second."

He killed someone after a disagreement. Dad Ruiwen, who followed him, was shocked and looked around. People on the street seemed to be accustomed to gunfights and deaths, but they were screaming and avoided them in a very orderly manner.

Zhou Qingfeng killed two people, inserted the "python" back into the leg bag, grabbed two short "scorpion" submachine guns from his waist, and strode into the bar.

When Dad Ruiwen saw this situation, he could only draw out a pistol and follow him in. Eliza, who was driving outside, took out a folding butt-stock akm from under the seat, and observed the surroundings with a little excitement.

This bar, which does not even have a signature, is obviously not an entertainment attribute. It does not have dizzy heavy metal music, nor does it have young men and women with sensation. It is a black market for mercenaries, with all kinds of vicious and hateful outlaws.

The gunshots outside the bar had already alarmed the people inside. After entering, Zhou Qingfeng glanced at him and saw a very dark and deserted environment. The greasy bar, the shiny square table, and more than a dozen unkempt murderers and villains all aimed at him with guns under the leadership of the bartender.

"Now no one wants to listen to me, right?" Zhou Qingfeng whispered.

fuck-you!

The people in the bar obviously have no good temper. Everyone has a hideous face and blue veins are rising. They are consciously provoked and violated. No matter who the person is, they will talk about it after they have sex!

More than a dozen muzzles are about to hit critically...

But Zhou Qingfeng is the king of close combat!

In one second, the two 'scorpions, which had a theoretical speed of nearly 900 rounds per minute, started shooting first. Thirty rounds of magazines can be shot in two or three seconds. The rain of bullets formed by sixty rounds forms one surface, covering the opponent happily.

The bullets were pouring, and the sound of gunfire burst out in a short period of time, and the volume was so loud that it seemed like a grenade exploded. In the room with limited space, this sound could make people's ears buzz, just like thunder.

After hearing such dense gunshots, Raven's father, who was following Zhou Qingfeng, heard such dense gunshots. He was originally coming forward and quickly squatted and turned back to the side of the bar door. He waited for a few seconds to hear the movement, but in the bar, except for the screams of the injured, there were only gunshots like executions.

It doesn't sound like some bastard was killed.

Eliza in the car grabbed the akm, looking very eye-opening. Dad Ruiwen gritted his teeth and rushed in with a gun in both hands. After he entered, he glanced at the gun. No one in the bar was standing except Zhou Qingfeng.

The wine that was beaten at the bar flowed over and the bodies that were beaten in the hall were all over the ground. Zhou Qingfeng was executing the injured unlucky guys, and before killing someone, he asked, "Where is the lion?"

He asked, and without waiting for an answer, he shot and killed him. Some of the injured were frightened and urinated. He quickly pointed to the stairs on the second floor of the bar and shouted: "On it, above."

Bang bang... Zhou Qingfeng, who got the answer, didn't even ask questions this time and was executed directly.

The staircase entrance was very narrow, only one person could go up and down. Zhou Qingfeng walked slowly down the stairs and looked up, and exchanged the magazine for the Glock 17 he used to execute himself.

Dad Ruiwen didn't care about how he was shocked Zhou Qingfeng killed so many people in one breath. He also followed and stuck to the side of the stairs, and heard a rapid breathing sound from above, "There are people above."

Isn't this nonsense?

Zhou Qingfeng pulled out the Remington m870 from the windbreaker behind him, but before he killed him, he took out a grenade, took off the safety ring and let it go for two or three seconds, and threw it up along the stairs.

The grenade hit the wall of the stairs and immediately exploded after rebounding. The explosion sounded several screams mixed with the explosion. The scream had just exploded. Before the smoke and dust dissipated, Zhou Qingfeng, who had been slow, suddenly rushed up like an agile cheetah.

Originally thinking about how to cooperate with Zhou Qingfeng, Ruiwen's father was slowing down half a beat. When he rushed up, there were a continuous sound of shotguns on the second floor. The bang was muffled, followed by a pump-moving click-down reload. After seven or eight consecutive fierce shootings, the second floor also quieted down.

The second floor is a smaller living room. There were originally two sofas and seats placed beside the window. Now the sofa is pushed to the entrance of the stairs and blocked to form a roadblock. Five or six gunmen aimed downstairs behind the roadblock.

But a bounced up grenade made the roadblock meaningless. The explosion blew the gunman who was trying to stop it. Zhou Qingfeng, who rushed up, killed them all like shooting a turkey.

The strong smoke and blood filled the entire second floor space, and the bodies were covered with blood holes that were broken by lead. Blood stains spread on the ground, and the scattered guns showed how powerful the firepower was once, but now they all disappeared.

Zhou Qingfeng pumped bullets from the buttstock of the shotgun and stuffed them into the chamber. While he stuffed them, he pointed the muzzle at a corridor on the second floor. The corridor was dark and black, but you could hear the crying of women and children from one of the rooms.

"Let me do it." Dad Ruiwen, who was playing so well, felt that he had been insulted. The scene was so tragic, but he didn't shoot a shot. "There are women and children in the room. This complex situation is more suitable for me, a professionally trained SBS."

My father walked carefully in front, but when he stepped into the corridor, countless bullet holes suddenly exploded on one wall of the corridor. The bullets pierced the wooden wall through, making my father run away with his head and pissed. If Zhou Qingfeng hadn't dragged him back from behind, he would have to be done.

"Drop the grenade and blow the bastard inside to death." The father was so angry that he wanted to be kind, but he almost gave his life.

Zhou Qingfeng put away the shotgun and picked up an assault rifle from the ground and shot it inside through the wooden walls of the corridor. After emptying a magazine, he pulled out his "python" and rushed into the room behind the corridor.

There were three people in the room, and it seemed like a family. The golden-haired "liu" fell to the ground, and was shot in the chest and couldn't see it. Another woman grabbed a "wuz" but was beaten to death. Finally, a child lay under the bed and sobbed silently.

"Who are you?" The 'Lion' asked unwillingly, staring at her eyes.

"You trapped me in the Louvre two days ago. You wanted to exchange the head for a reward of 200 million yuan. So soon, you forgot?" Zhou Qingfeng's muzzle shook on the head of the 'Lion', but finally moved to the top of the child's head and asked, "Where is the 'poisonous spider'?"

The dying 'lien' was squirting blood, and he begged: "Don't kill my child. I'll tell you where to find the 'poison spider'.

That woman is now running away and will definitely not contact any outsiders, but there is a place where she can find clues about her hiding. The 'dark web', go to the server of the 'dark web', where there must be her information."
Chapter completed!