In a narrow space, there is nowhere to vent the energy of the explosion, and its power will increase exponentially. With the air waves and sound waves, the walls collapsed and the masonry shattered. Ruthless shrapnel flew around, killing the living.
No one can remain calm in an explosion, and the one who can curl up to find concealment is a warrior who has experienced many battles. However, the opponent from this raid was unusual.
Sha'er, the goddess of the night, borrowed the queen's pituitary gland to give Zhou Qingfeng three abilities. He used more for linking networks and mental shock, but the secret technique of close combat, such as mental scanning, used less.
In the dense smoke created by the explosion, dark vision was not easy to use, but the mental scan made Zhou Qingfeng a godly aid. The muzzle in his hand can always find the target hiding in the corner, and then a few precise bullets hit it.
If there are several opponents covering each other, they are often taken care of-a grenade will fly out of the dense smoke, and it will explode before it hits the ground. The bursting steel ball will cause no dead ends, and it is impossible to avoid it.
A series of gunshots and explosions sounded in the complex terminal building, mixed with miserable exclamations from the Er Mao military police. People can hear the rhythmic shooting, accompanied by death.
In just half a minute, the Ermao military police jammed on the fifth floor of the terminal building killed more than ten people, and the remaining ghosts screamed and fled. They slammed into each other like headless flies.
Someone panicked and even rushed into Marcos's office.
The explosion-proof door of the office collapsed, and valuable furniture piled up behind the door as a hindrance. At least a dozen firearms were aimed at the door, and whoever rushed in would be beaten into a hornet's nest.
However, in just half a minute, the precarious situation was reversed. There were corpses lying in the corridor outside the door, and the splashing blood stained the walls and ceiling red.
The gunfire and screams gradually stopped, and the outside was quiet.
Marcos fell in the corner of the office, shot in the shoulder and thigh, and there were burnt marks on his forehead from stray bullets. He lost too much blood and couldn't stand up, but there were a dozen desperadoes who followed closely.
Everyone stared nervously at the fallen blast door. They were either holding heavy machine guns or holding bazookas, and were a little at a loss for the movements outside. Until...
"Marcus." A voice shouted outside, "Let your subordinates relax. The enemies outside have been cleaned up by me."
Marcos who fell in the corner breathed a sigh of relief, struggling to stand up. He motioned to his subordinates to lower their muzzle, and said happily: "The boss is here, we are saved."
Zhou Qingfeng wore a light-colored windbreaker and walked in slowly holding a rifle. He blew his whistle, and in front of him was a room that had been ravaged by explosives and heavy weapons. A dozen survivors were still in shock, still clenching their weapons and staring at him.
"Go and chase those escaping guys, don't let them stop."
Zhou Qingfeng quietly smashed a gem of the'assistance technique'-everyone in the room raised their attacks to fight against fear, and at the same time, the injury was restored to a certain extent.
On the floor of the room lay several seriously wounded dying. In the eyes of the survivors, these seriously injured guys only had half a breath, but as soon as the boss came, their breathing became steady.
Marco, who was shot in the thigh, was also in good condition and was able to walk two steps on his own. He tilted his head toward the one who was still alive, "Don't you always want to know who is standing behind me? Okay, this is our boss."
Although there were many rumors, until Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward, everyone confirmed that the'Holy Light' was the real master of Boryspil.
This is amazing.
Several big bears murmured a few words, and walked out of the messy office with their weapons in their arms. And when they saw that there was nothing but a corpse outside, they came back and asked in surprise: "Boss? Are you here alone?"
"How many people do you think I need?" Zhou Qingfeng found the broken wine cabinet in the office, raised his hand slightly, and the only remaining bottle of vodka flew out of the broken glass and liquor.
"For the sake of your loyalty to your duties, you should know what real power is." Zhou Qingfeng flicked his finger and the wine bottle made a crisp sound.
The cork of the wine bottle opened, and the wine was poured out and fell on a wounded person who was shot in the chest. The red wine splashed open, and the wounded soon breathed fiercely and weakly opened his eyes.
A very ceremonial behavior. All the ten survivors at the scene opened their eyes wide and sighed.
"I hope you..." Zhou Qingfeng said the first half.
Ma Keshi stared at the man standing in a daze at the door of the office, and shouted in a vicious voice: "Keep the secret, or go to hell."
A wizard's hand, a healing technique, the effect is very good. Following Zhou Qingfeng's sharp gaze, all the mercenaries who were not afraid of the sky took a cold breath, nodded silently, and left quickly.
"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng pressed Ma Keshi's injured shoulder with one hand.
The stout Slavic man screamed in pain, severe pain came from his numb shoulder, and itching again after a while, and the wound was recovering quickly. Even with this thigh, the broken bullet was squeezed out of the wound.
Ma Keshi answered the wrong question and asked in a whisper: "Is this the power of God or the power of the Devil?"
"It's human power."
"superpower?"
"Whatever you think."
Marco has long thought about the special features of his boss and considered how to get along with it, and it was finally confirmed today. He straightened up, watching Zhou Qingfeng continue to rescue the other wounded, and sighed:
"I'm careless this time, thinking that the officials in the city have been fed by me. But they will always want more. The Americans are back, making the situation more complicated."
Ma Keshi gritted his teeth, Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Is there a list?"
"What?" Marco's eyes widened.
Zhou Qingfeng yelled at the door of the office, "Eileen, let's take care of this."
The tree spirit walked through the broken glass all over the floor with broken steps, and appeared at the door with Meow. She first nodded to Zhou Qingfeng and said, "Yes, Master." Then she asked Ma Keshi, "Is there a list that needs to be cleared?"
Ma Keshi was surprised for a moment, then turned to turn over his broken desk. He picked up this account book from a pile of waste paper-like debris, flipped it through and handed it to Irene.
"These are all obstructive guys. Usually they don't take our money but don't do anything at all. They can all be killed. But be careful. These are all powerful people and it's very difficult to deal with."
Irene smiled and took the account book, and yelled to the black cat to follow up, "Meow, let's go, we have work to do. Your favorite job."
The black cat's paws are full of blood, but the fur on its body is particularly smooth and shiny. She bared her teeth a little, bounced on the messy floor, and followed Irene.
Ma Keshi stared at the black cat that was leaving for a long time. It took him a long time to breathe a sigh of relief. He turned his head and looked out the broken window. The besieging public knowledge faction obviously retreated in the chaos. He bowed his head towards Zhou Qingfeng and said apologetically:
"Sorry, boss. I didn't manage it well."
"Oh, it's okay." Zhou Qingfeng looked around. He couldn't find a chair to sit in in the office. He spread his hands and said: "You can be worthy of me if you don't surrender on the spot.
But next time I may not be able to come so coincidental, if you cause any trouble, you'd better stick to it longer. Uh..., I am actually a bit confused this time, and I need your help.
Because I have been thinking about it all day and night, but I can't figure out why the local chickens come to fuck us? I decided not to think about it-I was going to try and think about it for ten days and nights, but I don't have the talent to be a librarian, so I really don't have that brain. "