An ordinary car is often only 1.5 tons, and a truck is about two or three tons. Even a container truck has a body of at most five or six tons, and the front of the car is not hard enough. Zhou Qingfeng drove over this large engineering forklift with more than ten tons. The wheels are thick and heavy, and the bullets cannot be penetrated. The huge shovel head is extremely hard, and it is like playing with shoveling people.

When the construction forklift crashed into the fence and rushed into the town hall square, there were about 1,200 members of the Zhetas gang in the entire square. These people never expected that someone would dare to come to them alone. The guards outside didn't even have time to issue a police rush, so the epileptic rhino rushed in.

This percussion music is awesome!

Outside the square, there are more than 100 gun-carrying gangs. They are responsible for controlling more than 1,000 mobs that have just joined. Anyone who dares to escape will be shot and killed. Inside, there are more than 1,000 ordinary Mexicans who only want to have a meal. Most of these want to come to the United States to make a fortune, and joining the gangster gang is just to keep warm.

With so many people huddled together, a large wheel more than one meter high pushed a dozen tons of car bodies into it, and it was immediately a disaster!

The gun-carrying backbone who was in charge of the periphery was about to shoot and stop it, but the thick shovel head was already pressed in front of them. The shovel head looked half a palm thick, but the weight was amazing, and it was sharper than the blade under high-speed impact. The two gun-carrying backbone were shoveled straight and their bodies were broken on the spot.

One of them fell to the ground and was run over by a huge wheel. It instantly turned into meat sauce, and the other hung inside the head of the shovel and was broken in half.

The obstruction of just two people had no effect on the large forklift. It continued to advance at high speed under the push of hundreds of horsepower engines and rushed into the crowd quickly.

Zhou Qingfeng specially picked a crowded place and shoveled it in. There was no extra space in crowded occasions. Hundreds of Mexicans inside screamed and wanted to escape, but they couldn't escape for a moment.

The huge shovel head and a sharp knife stabbed in, and immediately more than a dozen people fell in front of the forklift. As the vehicle advanced, a flesh-and-blooded road appeared in the square.

When someone brushed the forklift body, he felt a gust of wind rushing, and his heart was already at his throat. He finally found himself still alive, but look at the place where the forklift just passed, where the corpses and wounded fell down, and people were everywhere with broken bones and broken tendons and screaming.

Originally, the order of the entire square was maintained by high pressure, but now this wild forklift rushed in, and the entire square was immediately in chaos, and no one was running away. People were crowded and pushed, and no one wanted to stay in this damn square anymore.

"Let's shoot quickly, fire quickly!" Mr. Qiao Si, who was standing on the platform, held a loudspeaker and tried to direct the backbone of the gangsters on the scene to fight back. But not only could the gangsters hear the sound, but Zhou Qingfeng could also hear it clearly.

The huge forklift had already rushed from one end of the square to the other. After leaving a flesh-and-blood alley, the car turned around and ran back, aiming directly at Mr. Qiao Si on the platform.

"Holy Virgin Mary!" Jos was shocked. He threw away the electric speaker in his hand and jumped off the platform in three or five steps. The platform was just a temporary wooden shelf, which was immediately disintegrated and collapsed by a shovel of forklifts and turned into shatter.

Mr. Qiao Si's words failed to get the gang backbones organized, but instead reminded Zhou Qingfeng. The M249 machine gun in his hand stretched out of the cab and shot wildly at the crowded areas around him in a flat manner.

The crowd in the square was fleeing for life, but before they could run out of the square, they were all within the range of Zhou Qingfeng's machine gun. As soon as the gunshot sounded, two hundred bullets began to spit out quickly.

In terms of firepower density, the assault rifle in the hands of the gangster thugs is not the match for the M249 at all. Occasionally, someone stood in the distance and wanted to give Zhou Qingfeng a shuttle, but in fact, Zhou Qingfeng a shuttle a shuttle.

After walking around the square of the city hall twice, Zhou Qingfeng emptyed a soft bullet box of 200 rounds, turned the front of the car, and quickly retreated. The whole process was only more than a minute, and the rumbling large forklift left a bloody rut mark, and it disappeared.

After a while, Mr. Jos got up from the ground in confusion. He stood beside him in the square where the corpses had just run out of the city hall, both staring blankly at the plaza where the corpses were stacked and the bloody energy was soaring to the sky.

Los Tedas grabbed Jos' neck in disbelief and asked with a shaking force, "What happened? Tell me what's going on? I heard a raucous sound outside, and when I came out, I saw so many people dead!"

In fact, there were relatively few people who died in the square, only one-tenth of them died. But most people ran away from a distance and probably would never come back. More importantly, the face of the New York Republic was hit hard, and the old nest he occupied was killed in was so easy, and his face was gone!

"A car drove in." Mr. Jos was still in a state of stagnation and could not speak smoothly. If he hadn't been running fast just now, he would have to lie on the ground now.

"One car? Can one car kill so many people and disrupt my entire scene? Do you know that in three days, I will announce the official establishment of the New York Republic here, and I will become the president of the Republic. Now someone has been killed outside my presidential palace."

Mr. Los Tedas was really sad and angry. He didn't hit someone in the face, but now it's more than just a slap in the face, it's simply a slap in the face!

After leaving the Town Hall Square, Zhou Qingfeng was convinced that the Zhetas gang would never organize the subsequent suicide squads today. He rushed towards the Kenny neighborhood, where hundreds of Zhetas' suicide squads were attacked.

On the way to rescue, Zhou Qingfeng contacted David Lawrence and said, "Mr. Lawrence, I've rushed back."

David Lawrence was leading the last few subordinates beside him to hide in the building on the side of the road to resist the attacks of dozens of gang members. Hearing Zhou Qingfeng's call, he quickly explained his position and asked Zhou Qingfeng to come and support.

However, when Zhou Qingfeng heard David Lawrence say that he was fighting in a building, he immediately refused: "Uncle Lawrence, I can't help but rescue you, you can find a way for yourself."

"What do you mean?" David.

Lawrence is almost out of ammunition and food. No matter how heroes are, you can only catch blindly without bullets.

At this moment, a large forklift rumbling was rushing through the streets quickly. Several gang members on the roadside thought the car was their own, and even cheered and waved to Zhou Qingfeng. As a result, Zhou Qingfeng turned the front of the car slightly and brushed the wall and flew quickly, mercilessly crushing the people to death.

Right upstairs, David.

Lawrence witnessed this scene throughout the whole process. He watched the forklift rush over, the forklift crushed people, and the forklift was gone. Finally, he said in surprise: "This guy is really violent."

At this moment, the butcher was tortured by the armored excavator and was about to go crazy. He had no powerful weapons to destroy this ugly broken machine. Minsk, who came out of the subway to support, had no choice but to retreat one by one, and at the same time he had to face the suicide squad that rushed over like a tide.

"Victor, are you here yet? We're going to die!" The butcher was about to scream heart-wrenchingly. He was trapped in a building and had just killed two death squadrons who rushed in, but the last magazine was empty. The armored excavator was rumbling to dig the wall. As long as the wall was broken, he would definitely be done.

"It's here, it's here! Don't urge me, I've arrived!" Zhou Qingfeng had already seen the ugly excavator with steel plates welded. At this moment, the forklift's horsepower was increased to the maximum, and the engine kept roaring, approaching quickly from a distance with great momentum, making people unable to defend themselves.

After shoveling away the suicide squadrons who were blocking the periphery, Zhou Qingfeng drove the forklift and hit the side of the excavator. There was a loud bang, and the excavator that was digging the wall was hit and flew directly. The surrounding supervision team ran away in scattered.
Chapter completed!