The seventh, early in the morning.

After a night of exploration, teaching and learning, Zhou Qingfeng confirmed that women in the East and the West can be said to be very different from the inside to the outside, from the mind to the body, from the concept to the action.

After three hours of step-by-step exchange of various negative distance bodily fluids, Zhou Qingfeng realized what it means to be active? What does it mean to be passionate? What is a tired cow called? If he hadn't been strong enough, he wouldn't have been able to handle the blonde Yanma in front of him!

Sure enough, practice brings true knowledge, and this is true!

As soon as it was dawn, Zhou Qingfeng woke up. He occupies an empty house near Chinatown in Lower Manhattan, where he hides his mobile command vehicle and comparatively comforts his household items.

Last night there was gunfire all over Lower Manhattan, and more and more illegal immigrants from Brooklyn are pouring into Manhattan, and it is estimated that tens of thousands of people have formed various gangs to loot from one high-rise building to another.

However, the vicinity of the New York Police Department is still a no-go area, where a dozen high-rise buildings are occupied by a dozen powerful gangs early on, and anyone who comes close is shot mercilessly.

Zhou Qingfeng sat up from the bed and looked sideways out of the window of the room. Several streets near him showed signs of looting, and even the house he was in had several bullet holes. Several bodies outside the house were shot by him during an attempt to invade.

Several church pastors are passing through the streets under white flags, cleaning up corpses, sheltering homeless people, dissuading others from stopping the violence, and trying to rebuild law and order in society.

The United States is still a very religious society, with Christianity dominating, and there has been no attack on religious personnel for the time being. But the efforts of the religious staff only slowed down the destruction of the entire city, because New York could no longer support tens of millions of people.

The conundrum of survival cannot be solved by kindness and responsibility. In a little while, the whole city will turn into hell!

Zhou Qingfeng is about to get up, Jenny. Braun woke up too, and she pulled the undulating hills that covered her chest with a thin blanket, brushed her hair over the bullet marks on the side of her ears, and whispered 'Hi'. Both of them were a little embarrassed for a while.

For Jenny, Zhou Qingfeng's age is really a little young, although he is an adult, he is only eighteen years old. If this was before the cataclysm, her dating an eighteen-year-old boy at the age of thirty could even become some kind of scandal in high society.

As for Zhou Qingfeng, he has a certain sense of national mission, and feels that since he is in bed, he will completely conquer the ocean horse in front of him. But practice proved that he was shameful to become a student on the bed, mature and generous Jenny. Braun could have been his teacher in some kind of love thing.

However, both the teachers and students are deeply satisfied with each other, one is physically strong, handsome, good temperament, good charm, strong firepower, and deep capital, and the other is a good figure, beautiful appearance, patience, good taste, rich experience, and superb skills.

The blend of water and milk is wonderful!

"I miss us..." Jenny was blushing when Zhou Qingfeng saw it, as a reporter, she was actually a very generous and hearty person, but the current situation made people not very generous, "I'd better go make breakfast." ”

Jenny got out of bed naked, grabbed the clothes she had thrown aside, and went to the bathroom. Zhou Qingfeng sat at the head of the bed, just looking at the woman's hips that kept beating when she trotted, he felt the blood surging, and simply followed him into the bathroom, and carried out a pleasant morning exercise in the exclamation of the Yanmar.

It's just ten minutes into the start of the activity, and the individual radio station on the table suddenly sounds. Jenny, who had to stand against the wall, turned around and pleaded in a low voice, "Victor, it looks like someone is calling you." Shall we come back in the evening? ”

Zhou Qingfeng originally wanted to take Jenny to answer the radio, but the big Yanma broke free, she got dressed and ran to the kitchen to make breakfast. On the radio, the butcher's gruff voice was constantly shouting, "Hey, Victor. Hugo, Victor. Hugo, are you still alive? ”

"I won't die if you die." Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the small individual radio and said. He now has a lot of materials on hand, brushing his teeth, washing his face and changing clothes, cleaning the old skin from some of his wounds, and looking at Jenny in an apron. Braun was busy in the kitchen, and in just a few moments, toast and pork sausages were already on the table.

"Hahaha...... I saw the building of the immigration office on fire the night before yesterday, and I was worried that you had been burned to death in it." The butcher asked, "How?" Did you get rid of the guys in the building? ”

"It's been done a long time ago! I've returned to the mobile command vehicle, collected a lot of supplies, and I'm eating breakfast right now. Zhou Qingfeng approached Jenny, kissed the woman on the face, and then grabbed the bread on the table and stuffed it into his mouth.

However, the butcher's call reminded Zhou Qingfeng of one thing, the Potaski brothers who died in his hands the night before were actually very unlucky, and he felt quite strange in his heart.

According to the original plot, the Potarski brothers, the elite monsters, died about half a month later in Davy. Lawrence's hand. David at the time. Lawrence was like a god, and killing these two guys was like play.

But now, these two villains died at the hands of Zhou Qingfeng on the second day of the cataclysm, and the whole process also abused Zhou Qingfeng into something he didn't want, leaving him with injuries all over his body. If it weren't for the fact that his body was recovering much faster than ordinary people, he should have been lying in a corner somewhere and enduring the pain right now.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qingfeng was actually full of tears. He doesn't have the strength of the protagonist now, nor does he have the power of the protagonist, but he has done the work of the protagonist, and he is really tired!

But it was the butcher who was even more bitter, he heard the sound of Zhou Qingfeng chewing pork intestines, and scolded on the angry side, "I thought you were dead, or trapped somewhere." But if you can still eat breakfast, then hurry up and help me. ”

Yesterday, Zhou Qingfeng tried to contact the butcher, but he couldn't get in touch. He guessed that the big Russian guy must be in trouble. When I hear it now, it turns out to be so.

"What you can't do, can I do?" There is really a sense of happiness when there is a contrast, Zhou Qingfeng poured another sip of hot milk, and felt that his mood was instantly relaxed. It's not easy to get a hot meal in the last days.

Jenny, who brought the milk, whispered, "We only have these things in our pantry, and we don't have fresh ingredients, otherwise I would have done better." ”

"You still have a woman making you breakfast?" When the butcher heard Jenny's voice, he scolded even more angrily: "Hell, if I knew this, I wouldn't be separated from you." I'm in a terrible situation here! Dead people, dead people, dead people, dead people everywhere. ”

"How bad are you?" Zhou Qingfeng was still full of anger when he heard the butcher's voice, and only thought that the other party was joking.

But the voice on the radio quickly changed, and a sharp and decisive female voice interjected and said, "Victor. Hugo, where are you now? Now we need your help badly. ”

"Katarina?" Zhou Qingfeng was stunned for a moment, and his smile stopped. The temper of the humil has always been arrogant, and if she can make her say that she wants to help, things are not ordinary.

Katerina. Raven said, "That's right, it's me. We were trapped in the City Hall subway station, along with thousands of others. We're in terrible shape, and you'll have to find a way to save us, or everyone here will die. ”