king of war

Chapter 119 Hell's Kitchen
When the Hydra agents in the uniforms of the U.S. military MP entered the block, they saw the street lamp of the dish, and they were secretly shocked. They did not expect that the country of the dish was more ruthless than them.

Carefully walking through the street lights all over the street, the team of Hydra agents followed the gunshots and quickly found the soldiers who were cleaning up the corpses.

The Hydra agent who led the team made a gesture to let his subordinates start to prepare, secretly pulled the bolt of the gun, and loaded the bullet.

"After a while, look at me and act." The team leader said in an extremely cold tone, "Shoot first, quickly destroy this team, and then go to the next target."

The other Hydra agents nodded and swaggered past behind the leader.

A young soldier who was on guard saw a group of U.S. troops wearing MP armbands approaching. He felt nervous and whispered quickly: "Squad leader, a group of U.S. military police are here. What should we do?"

The squad leader glanced at them, pretending to continue working as if nothing had happened, and whispered: "Don't panic, wait until they get closer before taking action."

"But I can only speak a few words in English. What if he asks me something?" The little soldier panicked and tightly held the shotgun in his hand.

"Then what will you say?" The squad leader threw the corpse aside unhurriedly, squatted down, pretended to be carrying it, and touched the handle of the pistol with one hand.

The other warriors also had murderous intent in their eyes, pretending to be busy.

The leader of the team, Hydra, shouted loudly in blunt English: "Everyone stand at attention! Where is your commander? Stand up and be inspected!"

The little soldier thought for a while, and then shouted, "Grandma!"

The Hydra agents were stunned, they couldn't understand, they looked at each other, and began to wonder if they didn't learn English well.

The leader of the team, the Hydra commander, also panicked. He felt that he might be exposed after learning English for a year, so he reached out to touch his pistol.

The squad leader suddenly jumped up from the ground, pushed the little soldier away, and raised his hand to shoot.

At this time, the little soldier also picked up the gun, raised his hand and pulled the trigger almost to the opponent's face.

The head of the leader Hydra was blown apart.

The other Hydra just wanted to raise their guns to fight back, but unexpectedly, the other side was faster than them. Amid the crisp shooting sound of the Chicago typewriter, and under the powerful firepower of fifty rounds of drums, the dense rain of bullets covered the face. .

Some Hydra's muzzles didn't even have time to lift up, and their bodies were already beaten into hornets' nests.

In just a few seconds, a special operations team that had received rigorous training and was the most elite of Hydra was wiped out in such a daze.

Even before they died, they didn't know why the other party shot at them dressed as MPs first.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the soldiers of this team began to scratch their heads, staring with big eyes, no one knew what to do.

In desperation, they began to report to Qin Rongshuai, who killed a group of US military police.

Qin Rongshuai also felt a little strange why a US military police force appeared. After thinking about it, it seemed that except for the large number of military police guards in the Strategic Science Corps, there was no other army in New York.

But he doesn't care, it's just an American army, so let's kill it.

Are there still fewer American soldiers killed by soldiers?
The army of any of their countries has never fought.

Qin Rongshuai told them to dispose of the body properly, either by burning it or simply creating a scene of fighting with thugs.

Then he put the matter aside and began to think about the next tactical plan.

The rioting crowd is mainly divided into three parts.

The thugs who occupy the main body of the chaotic crowd are unorganized and undisciplined mobs, most of whom are gangsters and jobless people on the street. There is nothing to fear, and direct force suppression can break it.

What needs to be watched out for are the ringleaders who deliberately instigate trouble, most of whom are Hydra agents posing as agents.

But as long as the muddy water is drained, you can see who is naked in the pool and who is peeing in the pool.

In addition to these two groups of people, the main force that added fuel to the riots was a group of gang members. They were organized, not only had people but also had strong firepower. These people went around in groups to cause trouble, giving the mobs who followed them a huge blow. Confidence.

However, these gang members are different from thugs, who just simply grab things.

Gang members just take advantage of the fire to rob. Their main purpose is to attack rival gangs and take advantage of the chaos to do things that are usually inconvenient, such as killing enemies and competitors.

In fact, the pursuit of gangs is also order, and violence is only a means for them to maintain order, not an end.

After all, a stable environment can make better money, and killing and killing people every day is not in their interests at all.

So these guys are easy to handle.

After cleaning the street, Qin Rongshuai moved his palm to one of the most famous areas in New York and patted it lightly.

Hell's Kitchen.

This is the poorest and darkest area in New York, a place that makes ordinary people talk about it and makes the NYPD shy away.

Here gathers the most ferocious criminals and the most evil gangs in New York. It is the source of crime in New York and the command center of criminals and thugs.

Hell's Kitchen is a lawless place. The residents here are not interested in law and government. What they admire is violence.

Qin Rongshuai likes this very much. He doesn't care what kind of place Hell's Kitchen is, as long as the place is afraid of violence.

Because now in the whole of New York, except for the temple, the biggest violent element is himself.

As the sun rises above the horizon, the night in New York recedes and the sun shines into the city.

The gunshots in the city also gradually disappeared, and the super city began to calm down again.

Qin Rongshuai was wearing a gray suit and a black woolen coat, with a cigar in his mouth, and got out of the car.

Brand new and shiny leather boots stepped on the dirty streets of Hell's Kitchen without a care, and he walked into this dark place with a smile.

In the alleys on the side of the street, heads poked out from the shops and houses on both sides, staring closely at this well-dressed guy whose painting style is incompatible with Hell's Kitchen.

Qin Rongshuai didn't care about those staring eyes at all, looked around, and suddenly asked loudly: "Who is the talker here, tell him to come out!"

There was a bald man with tattoos on the second floor who looked at him disdainfully and spat hard.

The little soldier standing behind Qin Rongshuai raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet entered the bald man's open mouth and passed through his head.

The bald man fell out of the window without saying a word, and the heavy corpse fell on the street with a muffled sound.

Several gang thugs were furious immediately, and took up weapons without any hassle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A series of gunshots sounded, and the soldier retracted the muzzle of the gun with a flat expression, and ejected the clip.

The corpses from the windows on both sides fell down on the street like dumplings, and no one who took up a weapon survived.

All the people in the street changed color, and the atmosphere of silence spread. The previously rebellious gang members looked at Qin Rongshuai standing in the middle of the street in panic.

Qin Rongshuai flicked the dust off his body, and said in a calm and breezy tone, "I'll tell you guys to come out!"

　Thanks to Xiao Shiwu, 6484461616, impatient tofu fungus, book friend 161005141450879, Zijing Xiaoqi, and Emperor Tianwu Emperor Liu Qin, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, for their rewards.

　　
　
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