After leaving the Kaiwood neighborhood, Zhou Qingfeng was also reviewing the problems he had just met with Helena. 20? Obviously he was not as embarrassed as he described. He had used all his clothes and had skipped the stage of pursuing famous brands, and was basically made by professional tailors.

He was dressed as if he was a street stall product, which was low-key, luxurious and inconspicuous, but in fact he was worth hundreds of thousands of yuan. Zhou Qingfeng didn't originally want to wear it so expensive, but the women around him were all in control of hundreds of millions of dollars. How could he really wear street stall product?

Such an expensive outfit cannot be seen in the eyes of ordinary people, but that woman Helena is capable of being a f-puss and being an undercover agent, and it is impossible for her to have some eyesight.

Zhou Qingfeng scratched his head, feeling that he still wanted to continue to contact the difficult girl, but how to make a lie? Or not to make a lie at all? After thinking for a long time, he decided to get up from where he fell. Didn’t he agree to find a house? I moved it directly.

All the valuables were carried by Zhou Qingfeng. He found a taxi and paid twice the car to return to Kaiwood Community. He also found Helena's apartment and knocked on the iron gate of the apartment.

"Boy, what do you want to do?" The apartment administrator was a thin old black lady with chicken skin and hair, holding a double-bar hunting rifle in her hand, and her eyes were alert. She just talked to Zhou Qingfeng through the door of the apartment.

"Oh..., this is really American." Zhou Qingfeng murmured in a low voice, "Is there a room for rent here?"

Asian faces have disadvantages and benefits in the United States. The disadvantage is that they are easily bullied, and the advantage is that others are not very careful. The old black lady is in her seventies and eighty years old. She looked at her carefully before putting Zhou Qingfeng in and asked, "What kind of house do you want?"

"Are there any one bedroom or one living room?"

"A thousand three hundred dollars a month, if you have a bathroom, you will have another two hundred dollars if you want a kitchen. If you want furniture, I have some second-hand bargains."

The old black lady bent her back and walked with her swaying step by step, and naggingly introduced Zhou Qingfeng to the apartment she managed. This five-story building was built in the 1960s and is solid and sturdy, but all kinds of supporting facilities are backward.

After climbing the stairs to the third floor, Zhou Qingfeng quickly settled on a house. Then he bought various furniture from the old black lady and had to hire someone to move into an empty room.

"Are you Chinese?"

"right."

"You are really rich, but I don't understand why you live here? Chicago has a dedicated Chinese community, and they rarely appear in places with poor security."

"I just want to be a neighbor with some pretty girl."

"Ah..., I understand, no wonder you chose this room, because opposite is Natasha, and that girl is the only person in this apartment that gives me peace of mind.

But I want to remind you that Natasha doesn’t like men. She always brings all kinds of beautiful girls back to live, and recently she hooked up with another one, and that girl is also pretty.”

The old lady's chat made Zhou Qingfeng look dark. After he asked where the nearby shops were, he went out to buy some daily necessities. As soon as he went out...

"Hey, isn't that the guy who was stolen from the car? He hasn't left yet." Three or four idle black men appeared from the corner of the street and immediately surrounded him like prey, smiling.

The old black lady who managed the apartment was behind Zhou Qingfeng. She quickly opened the door of the apartment and shouted: "Child, come in quickly, these little gangsters can do anything."

Zhou Qingfeng was unmoved, but instead went up and asked, "I happened to be looking for my car. Do you know where it is?"

"Hahahaha..." The black ruffian was so happy that he couldn't find Bei, as if he had never been so happy in his life.

The gangsters were tall and strong, with dark skin, and each looked full of deterrence. They first surrounded Zhou Qingfeng, and then cursed at the old black lady who reminded Zhou Qingfeng: "Old thing, don't get in the way, so you can live a few more years."

The old black lady quickly closed the iron door of the apartment and looked out through a gap in the crack of the door. She felt a pity that she was about to lose a high-quality tenant.

"Boy, take out your wallet. Don't say you have no money, otherwise..." Halfway through, the leading black gangster screamed and fell down. The guy was hit by a leg on his crotch, feeling that his balls were bursting.

The other black gangsters surrounding Zhou Qingfeng were stunned and didn't understand why their companions fell down for a long time?

"Boy, do you actually dare to do it first?" Another black gangster was full of question marks on his face. After asking this question, he also had a leg in the middle of his crotch. There were two black gangsters who woke up, but this was useful and they fell to the ground and screamed.

Zhou Qingfeng found two guns and several magazines from the four black gangsters, but he didn't find a dime. In the past half a day, the iron door of the apartment creaked and an old black lady walked out of it, looking surprised.

“kong-fu?”

"yeah!"

"Bruce Lee?"

"Uh..., yeah!"

"very good!"

After a few simple conversations, Zhou Qingfeng was a little nervous. He asked the old black lady, "You won't call the police, right?"

"Of course not! If you can clear the villains around here, I will praise you to God." The old black lady said with certainty.

"That's good." Zhou Qingfeng turned his head and asked the four black ruffians on the ground with a smile: "Can you tell me that who stole my car now?"

The black gangster had already fallen to the ground like a soft-legged shrimp, covering his crotch in various ways and screaming. These guys who bullyed the weak and feared the strong saw that Zhou Qingfeng was similar to watching monsters, and nodded repeatedly about his problems.

"It's great, take me to find my car." Zhou Qingfeng walked slowly along the street with four drooping men. Soon this scene attracted countless people on both sides of the block to watch. I have never seen such a thing before. In the past, they were all bullying Asians, so why did they fall over today?

Many people were still companions of these gangsters, and when they saw this situation, they rushed up. But this was not only useful except for the gangster team led by Zhou Qingfeng to continue to expand. The only trouble that brought to Zhou Qingfeng was that he had to find a bag to hold the confiscated pistol.

Zhou Qingfeng's final destination was a block of underground parking lot, which had been converted into a block of gangsters' den, and more than a dozen big-sleeved and round-waisted black men were modifying their stolen cars here.

Seeing a bunch of street gangsters with bruised noses and swollen faces coming in, everyone stopped working. A strong black man with more than two meters headed walked out in a fierce manner, holding a sock gun filled with bullets.

Behind the black strong man, the other black men also put down their tools, grabbed their weapons, stared at Zhou Qingfeng, who was clearly the source of the matter.

"Boy, who are you?" The strong black man pointed at Zhou Qingfeng with a gun and shouted in a bad voice: "You'd better explain it to me clearly, otherwise you'll be dead."

Zhou Qingfeng turned his attention to other directions in the underground parking lot until he saw his snatched "Doge" sports car. "You must not believe it, I'm just here to find my car."

‘Extremely agile’….

Three times in a row...

Time stagnates....

Draw your gun and shoot...!

Zhou Qingfeng's hands moved quickly, and balls of muzzle burst out suddenly, and more than a dozen bullets flew out, killing all the black men holding guns in front of him in an instant.

Three seconds later, the accumulated gunshot suddenly exploded, and the entire underground parking lot burst into thunderous vibrations, and blood-colored flowers exploded. The originally blue-faced gangsters were stunned. They had never seen such disagreement and murder on the spot.

After firing two pistols, Zhou Qingfeng changed the magazine and aimed at the black gangsters who were driven by him this time.

"No, don't do this."

"We surrender."

"Don't shoot."

Amid all kinds of screams and screams with all their hearts, there was the gunshots of Zhou Qingfeng firing again. Half a minute later, the entire underground parking lot was filled with blood. It was a bit exaggerated to say that blood flowed into a river, and it was not an exaggeration to say that blood flowed into a river.

When Zhou Qingfeng moved these corpses to the transport ship in the wasteland Havana, the strong smell even made the butcher guarding next to him frown, "Victor, you seem to have started a hunting party. When it comes to murderers, I will only accept you."
Chapter completed!