the world is at stake

The only good news is probably that the toilet in the toilet didn't spray out, otherwise it would be a big trouble.

"I'm fine." Wei Na said, kicking the fat pig-like deputy mayor hard on the floor, "But Victor, please come quickly, the situation here is terrible."

A few minutes ago, the idiot on the floor insisted on two girls to accompany him, and after discovering Wei Na, he even shamelessly demanded an immediate shot.

St. Petersburg's status in Russia is equivalent to the combination of "Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen" in the country. Its deputy mayor has great power and can easily determine life and death.

Wei Na half pushed and half pushed the pig-like big man into the bathroom, avoiding his personal secretary and guards, and then smashed the wine bottle he had already carried on his head hard.

With a heavy blow, the deputy mayor's head was smashed, and his scalp was broken, and the other call girl who was entangled was scared out of his wits.

Wei Na raised her watch to start the countdown, and said leisurely to her companion: "Don't scream, the earth will be shaken here. But there will be heroes to save us. All you have to do is praise."

Chapter 17 Land Warriors

Just before the surprise attack of the two 'Mi-24's, Savelli, the leader of the 'European Will', was drinking in the secret room on the third floor of apartment 398.

Martha risked her life to pull all the old and new candidates into St. Petersburg in 94.Either decide the outcome, or die and admit defeat, and no one can leave halfway.

This trick forced the forces of all parties to confront each other head-on.Since Pu Dadi has an absolute home court advantage, other families are naturally hostile to him.

Charles of the 'Low-Key Club' called Pu Dadi first, hoping not to intensify the conflict before the situation became clear, otherwise he would go all out to create chaos in St. Petersburg.

The threat of a showdown played a little role, and the five major forces did not break out in a decisive battle immediately.

From the current point of view, the three chosen forces of Britain, France and the United States have joined forces to resist the "Holy Alliance" controlled by Pu Dadi, and they have also relied on money to bribe and corrupt their government and violent institutions, which greatly offset their home court advantage.

"But this balance is very fragile..." Savelli sat in the small reception room, holding the wine glass with one hand.He was very worried that Charles and Marco would join forces to deal with himself first.

In order to accumulate strength, Saveli recruited the "Habrin" gang in St. Petersburg to engage in smuggling, made a "Kafka" signboard, and constantly absorbed scattered rookies.

A lot of money was spent, and many rookies were brought in, but Savelli always felt that there was a hidden worry.He suspected that he was going to be attacked all the time, but he couldn't guess who would strike first?

The red wine was swaying in the glass, and Savelli was about to drink it down.The man in charge of security suddenly pushed the door open and said anxiously, "Sir, we have to get out of here."

"What's wrong?" Savely shook his hand, and a few drops of wine spilled out.Before the security could explain the situation, there was a deafening sound, and the continuous rockets were strafing the entire apartment building intensively.

Broken, exploded, and collapsed, Savelli threw himself on the ground regardless of the embarrassment.He thought that he might have been attacked, but he didn't expect the attacks to continue.

A 'Mi-24' carries six rocket pods, which can hang more than 100 rockets. The powerful firepower shoots into the building, as if a catastrophe is coming, and a boundless sea of ​​​​fire falls.

The living room is in the center of the building, with thick walls, but several rockets that swept across hit it one after another.With every shot, a layer of the wall is peeled off in the explosion.After multiple attacks in a row, Savelli felt that the world was falling apart in the house.

The ceiling lamps fell, the wall hangings were skewed, the furniture shook and shifted, and the whole room was rustling and dusty.A wall even broke open in the explosion, and a powerful high-temperature shock wave gushed in.

When the lighting disappeared, Savile felt as if he was in hell, and his soul was lost.But the rockets swept away, and he instinctively fled towards the room.

The security guard who came to warn the police shouted: "Sir, get down and don't move. It's more dangerous outside!"

Savile couldn't control himself, and just wanted to escape under the crisis.But when he ran out of the living room, he found that the originally luxurious apartment floor was beyond recognition.

The flames of the explosion spread everywhere, and the rockets pierced through the outer wall, blowing the entire floor into pieces little by little.A bloody man was walking around in the flames, staggering and stretching out his hand for help.

Judging by his clothes and face, he was the president of the Russian-French Friendship Chamber of Commerce in St. Petersburg. This powerful man with a lot of money and contacts, who could call the wind and rain on weekdays, was on the verge of death.

The president's face was scorched black, a piece of shrapnel from nowhere was rubbed on his chest, most of his bloody palm was cut off, and he let out a difficult cry for help.

The roof became weak due to the massive destruction of the walls and supporting columns.

In astonishment, Saville took a few steps back facing the bloody man, and was grabbed by the warning security personnel and dragged back to the fairly sturdy reception room.A slab of the roof just collapsed, knocking down the president who looked like a blood gourd.

Fortunately, the attack only lasted 1 minute, and all the rockets were fired.Only then did the security personnel grab Savy by the neck to cover him from leaving.He also shouted on the radio, trying to get some help.

When the two walked between the ruined floors to the stairs leading to the second floor, they were shocked to find that the second floor was also attacked, and the stairs were all collapsed.

The lighting was lost, and only the few remaining emergency lights were on in the smoke.The collapsed stairway was like a black hole, revealing broken concrete blocks and exposed twisted steel bars.

"Sir, jump down." The security guard grabbed Savelli by the collar and forced him to jump down.

"No, no, it's too dangerous." Savile felt scared when he saw the steel bars exposed in the concrete.Security pulled him forward, but he pouted backwards.

"If you don't jump, you will die. This building is about to collapse." The security guard was also considered loyal, and realized that the enemy's firepower was beyond expectations.The floor will no longer be a sanctuary, but will become a tomb.

"No, I'm not trained in this area." Savely refused to jump down.As a result, he pulled and pulled, and he fell headfirst from the third floor to the second floor.

The floor on the second floor was also baptized by rockets. More people died here and the scene was even more chaotic.There are not many survivors left, and the few who are left are also dizzy.

After falling, Savelli let out a tragic cry.Because of the wrong falling posture, his thigh was pierced by the protruding twisted steel bar. The pain made him dare not move his lower body, but his upper body was shaking wildly.

The security guards still dragged Savelli to the first floor, but every time they dragged, they heard screams.Finding that his leader's thigh was strung with a steel bar, he simply grabbed his thigh and pulled it out forcefully.

Ah...Saville's cry of pain was like the scream of the soul, making the sound of ghosts and ghosts.He cursed loudly, cried, and even begged, not wanting to move his injured thigh at all.

"Sir, we have to leave, we can live if we leave." The security guard looked around and couldn't find any helpers on the messy second floor.But he still wants to drag the leader to the first floor, and then find a way to get out of this ghost place.

At this moment, two 'Mi-24's swept over the roofs near apartment No. 398, and the police and vehicles on the ground were also beaten to pieces.

Zhou Qingfeng jumped off the 'Mi-24', holding the AK-74M with the folded stock open, and was striding towards him.

On the road, several police officers from the Russian Internal Affairs Administration stood up unsteadily.Instead of resisting, they fled.Because the cannon and rotor gale of the 'Mi-24' were too strong, they blew away their little combat power.

The small-caliber AK-74M fired a few short bursts in the dark night, and the muzzle flame stared at it like a god of death, killing all the figures shaking in front of its eyes.

The first floor of the apartment was not hit by rockets, but all the windows here were shattered by the explosion.The security guards at the door are running around like chickens without a head.

These people usually show off their power and think they are strong. In the face of heavy firepower, they are no different from chickens and ducks in a slaughterhouse.

Zhou Qingfeng fired five or six bursts and reloaded the magazine casually.Four or five corpses fell at the door of the apartment, and many security guards with guns were shot to death by him.

The remaining security guards yelled, hid behind the wall on the first floor, and shot out from the broken window and door indiscriminately.If they could, they would really rather surrender. The current big scene is not something they can play.

The firepower of the counterattack was very scattered and hit aimlessly.After beating for a while, there was a loud noise in the darkness, something was thrown in from the outside and fell on the expensive carpet in the apartment.

"It's a grenade!" A security guard exclaimed loudly.

Immediately there was an explosion, and a shock wave exploded, splashing hundreds of steel balls into the narrow space at the entrance of the apartment.The grenade did not cause many casualties, but the only remaining security personnel turned around and fled, looking for another way out.

Apartment No. 398 does not have a tall lintel, and the entrance is a very ordinary single door.

But now that the doors and windows are broken, Zhou Qingfeng came in with a gun, his purpose was to kill as much as possible the gangsters and masterminds in the house, and rescue Wei Na by the way.

The time has to be fast, the federal military and police are not wood, they will arrive within 3 minutes.When Emperor Pu heard the news, he was bound to be furious and would send people to hunt him down.

Before the operation, Wei Na roughly described the structure of the apartment and said that she would stay in the bathroom or powder room on the first floor when the attack was launched.Zhou Qingfeng tied a strong flashlight under the barrel of the AK-74M, and turned on the power to act as a light.

The first floor was not attacked, but it was also very chaotic.From time to time, there were people screaming and walking, most of them were servants serving the rich and powerful running around.

Zhou Qingfeng walked through the main hall, passed the bar, and saw a collapsed corridor - a rocket penetrated the floor of the second floor, and the ceiling structure of the first floor collapsed and fell down.

"Weina." Zhou Qingfeng called out.There was knocking from behind a door in the hallway, which had actually been opened but was blocked by a collapsed cement slab.

"Victor, I'm here." Wei Na stood behind the concrete slab with a dirty face, "I'm fine, but I can't get out."

"Get out of the way." Zhou Qingfeng switched off the gun safety, threw the AK-74M behind his back, and pushed the collapsed concrete slab away with all his strength.

Hahaha... Wei Na was laughing in the bathroom, she couldn't be happier.

"What are you laughing at? Come out quickly. The helicopter is waiting outside." Zhou Qingfeng pulled the girl and her companion out.

Wei Na proudly said to the other two call girls: "I said someone would come to my rescue. Look, here he is."

The other two girls were in a state of bewilderment.When Wei Na smashed the deputy mayor's head with a wine bottle, they were so scared that they fainted.The rich and powerful of this level can bully the weak at will without any punishment.

But only a few minutes later, the magnificent and powerful paradise was turned into a land of ruins amidst the shaking of the earth.Lawless minions turned into pillow corpses in the baptism of blood and fire.

Even those who are so arrogant that they treat people like nothing...

Behind the girls, a moaning voice in the bathroom called for help. "I'm Zhukovsky. I'm the deputy mayor of St. Petersburg. Who's out there? The Federal Guard? Get me out of here."

A fat guy tried to get out from behind the pushed concrete slab.He had taken off his jacket, was wearing baggy overalls, and the top of his head was bleeding.

Zhou Qingfeng looked down and asked Wei Na, "Is there anyone else in the bathroom?"

"It's gone." Wei Na said bitterly: "This pig wants to rape me and kill him."

Zhou Qingfeng urged the girls to leave quickly, casually took off a grenade from his waist, pulled out the insurance and stuffed it in the mouth of the deputy mayor, by the way: "I wish you a good appetite."

After stuffing the grenade, Zhou Qingfeng kicked the deputy mayor back into the bathroom, turned and left.The deputy mayor screamed, and a few seconds later there was an explosion in the bathroom.

Wei Na asked Zhou Qingfeng to borrow a bright flashlight, and ran to the dressing room to call out the other sisters.The girls only wore underwear, and some were half naked.The cold wind blew outside the house, shivering from the cold.

"Go to the cloakroom to get the clothes, and leave one by one. I'm sorry to bother you." Wei Na was quite righteous to her sisters.She herself only wore underwear and tried to comfort them.

At the same time, Zhou Qingfeng's walkie-talkie rang.Fuhrman was reminding: "Victor, the police are here. They saw the hovering helicopter gunship and didn't dare to approach it. But you better hurry up."

"Understood." Zhou Qingfeng replied through the intercom.He patted Wei Na's shoulder and ordered: "Put on your clothes and leave quickly, don't delay."

Wei Na hugged the man and kissed her lip to lip.After the kiss, she ran to the cloakroom and yelled, "Victor, I'm going to fuck you, I'm going to squeeze you dry on the bed. Wait, I'm going to make your legs go weak."

Wei Na's few words added a bit of charming eroticism to the obviously extremely critical situation.The other girls were frightened at first, but they smiled when they heard this.

The girls were leaving, but Zhou Qingfeng heard a scream from the second floor.

In fact, the screams in the entire apartment did not stop.The two 'Mi-24's caused dozens of casualties, and most of the injured could only wait for rescue and could not escape by themselves.

Under the illumination of the emergency lights, a security guard in a suit helped a thin man with a leg injury, and walked down from the second floor step by step.The man scolded as he walked, or sat down on the stairs like a fool, saying that he didn't want to leave and had to wait for the doctor.

The thin man's voice was very special, with a soft tone, and even more vicious when he cursed.When the security guard repeatedly urged him, he shook his head and said that he needed a stretcher, otherwise he would not leave.

Bang... The well-meaning security guard was shot in the head and fell down abruptly.

The thin man was full of complaints, but his body shook after the gunshot.Glancing at the security guard who was killed, he had no regrets, as if a dog had died beside him.

Zhou Qingfeng came out with the gun, glanced at the thin man's face, recalled his voice, and said with a sneer, "Mr. Savelli, I didn't expect you to be behind this."

The thin man raised his head, stopped crying, and said with a straight face, "So it's Mr. Zhou, this is the first time we've met. Let me make a price, what do I have to pay to save my life?"

Zhou Qingfeng showed a sinister smile, "Do you think you can still live?"

"I think anything is a business as long as there is enough price. And I remind you that the 'European Will' is well prepared. It will do you no good to kill me. It will only lead to tragic chaos. So..."

boom……

Savelli was shot in the head and shut up dead.

"That's a lot of nonsense." Zhou Qingfeng's gun was smoking.

At this moment, Fuhrman shouted over the intercom: "Victor, come out quickly. Russian military police have brought tanks and armored vehicles. We must leave here immediately without delay."

The tracks of several T-72 tanks were crushing the concrete road into potholes. Both the commander and the driver leaned out half of their bodies on the turret. One was visually observing the road, and the other was directing operations.

More than a dozen BMP-1 armored vehicles followed the tank, with heavy machine guns pointing at the sky, and hundreds of soldiers were jumping out of the cabin, taking light and heavy weapons to seize the commanding heights of surrounding buildings.

This is almost like a mechanized infantry company being transferred over - Emperor Pu was shocked and angry when he learned that there was an attack by armed helicopters in the city.He himself felt threatened.

The threat from the outside world is getting bigger and bigger, and the urging from his companions is getting more and more urgent, but Zhou Qingfeng is strolling in the courtyard on the first floor of the messy apartment, "I see, take Wei Na, you go first."

Amidst the mess, Zhou Qingfeng stepped forward with his left foot, and a metal combat boot emerged from the sole of his foot; he stepped on the ground with his right foot, and his knee joint was wrapped in black armor.

"Are you sure?" Fuhrman asked, "It's not just one or two military police who came to clean up the mess."

"I am very sure."

The overturned wine cabinet was kicked away by Zhou Qingfeng, and a mechanical exoskeleton began to appear on his thigh; he gently stepped over the fallen corpse, and a square ammunition box was hung on the back of the exoskeleton, and a bullet chain extended from the ammunition box. Put on the revolving machine gun.

The prompt sounded in Zhou Qingfeng's mind: "You killed Herman Savely; you eliminated the leader of the 'European Will'; you got the exclusive reward for this melee - 'Land Warrior'."

Zhou Qingfeng's whole body was covered in black metal.

Chapter 18

Nine o'clock at night.

Inside St. Petersburg, news of the attack in the Petrograd district spread quickly.

Charles of the 'low-key club' had just left by car, and the extended 'Lincoln' was only two streets away, and the rearview mirror reflected the light of rockets exploding in the dark night.

"parking."

Charles turned his head suddenly in the back seat, and looked through the rear window at the explosion flames shining in the night sky hundreds of meters away.He recognized that it was 398 Shoy Street from which he had just left.

"Someone is attacking Savelli's foothold in St. Petersburg. Putin? Martha? Markus? Zhou Qingfeng?" Charles understood that the deadlock had been broken, and his first reaction was that Martha made a move.

Psychic powers are very handy for finding people.

Savili was cleaned up by Martha once, and it is normal to be cleaned up again.But Emperor Pu is using most of his strength to hunt down Martha everywhere, and the possibility of that crazy woman showing up is very small.

All that was left was...Zhou Qingfeng.

"It's the Chinese." Charles scolded through gritted teeth, "but he's only one person, how could he have such a big battle in St. Petersburg?"

All the candidates took it for granted that Zhou Qingfeng was alone and had an Asian face, so it would be difficult for him to move forward in St. Petersburg.But reality slapped them in the face.

The continuous fire in the dark night is by no means a big scene that one person can handle.

In just a few minutes, a series of messages reached Charles' ears by phone.

First of all, the St. Petersburg government sent intelligence from inside - two 'Mi-24's of unknown origin attacked Savelli's residence.Emperor Pu was furious, and ordered the troops who were under martial law to rush over to control the situation immediately.