In a narrow space, the energy of the explosion has nowhere to be released, and its power will be multiplied. With the air waves and sound waves, the walls will collapse and bricks and stones will be broken. Ruthless shrapnels flew towards the surroundings, taking the lives of the living.

No one can stay calm in the explosion, and the one who can curl up and look for the hidden ones is the warriors who have experienced many battles. However, the opponents who came this raid are unusual.

The goddess of dark night Sha'er borrowed the pituitary gland of the queen of the ant and gave Zhou Qingfeng three superpowers. He used more to connect to the network and mental impact, but he used less secret technique of close-range fighting, such as mental scanning.

In the thick smoke created by the explosion, dark vision is not easy to use, but the mental scan made Zhou Qingfeng feel like he was helping. The muzzle in his hand could always find the target hiding in the corner, and then several accurate bullets hit him.

If several opponents cover each other, they are often given special care - a grenade will fly out of the thick smoke and explode without waiting for it to land. The bursting steel balls will cause killing without dead corners and cannot escape at all.

Sudden gunfire and explosions sounded in the complex terminal, mixed with the miserable exclaims of Ermao military and police. People could hear the rhythmic shooting, accompanied by the arrival of death.

In just half a minute, more than ten military and police officers in Ermao who were blocking the fifth floor of the terminal died in battle, and the remaining ones fled in scattered like ghosts and wolves howled. They collided around like headless flies.

Some people panicked and even rushed into Marcos' office.

The explosion-proof door of the office was blown up, and precious furniture was piled up behind the door as an obstacle. At least a dozen guns were aimed at the door, and no matter who rushed in, they would be beaten into a hornet's nest.

However, in just half a minute, the precarious situation reversed. The corridor outside the door was covered with corpses, and the splash of blood almost dyed the walls and ceiling red.

The gunshots and screams gradually stopped, and the outside became quiet.

Marco fell in a corner of the office, shot on his shoulders and thighs, and there were charred marks of stray bullets rubbing on his forehead. He lost too much blood and could no longer stand up, but there were more than a dozen desperate people following him closely.

Everyone was staring at the falling explosion-proof door. They either grabbed heavy machine guns or held rocket launchers, and were a little at a loss about the movement outside. Until...

"Marcosh." A voice shouted outside, "Let your men relax, the enemies outside have been cleaned up by me."

Marco, who was lying in the corner of the wall, breathed a sigh of relief and struggled to stand up. He signaled his men to lower their guns and said happily: "The boss is here, we are saved."

Zhou Qingfeng wore a light windbreaker and grabbed a rifle and walked slowly into it. He whistled, and in front of him was a room ravaged by explosives and heavy weapons. More than a dozen survivors were still holding their weapons tightly and staring at him.

"Go and chase those escaping guys, don't let them stop."

Zhou Qingfeng quietly crushed a 'aid' gem - everyone in the room raised their attacks to fight fear, and at the same time, their injuries were recovered to a certain extent.

Several seriously injured people were dying on the floor of the room. In the eyes of the survivors, these seriously injured guys were only half breathing, but the boss came like a god, and their breathing became stable.

Marcos, who was shot in the thigh, was also seriously injured and could take two steps by himself. He turned his head toward his alive subordinate, "Didn't you always want to know who is standing behind me? Well, this is our boss."

Although there are many rumors, it was not until Zhou Qingfeng came out that everyone confirmed that the "Holy Light" was really Borispol's real master.

This is so surprising.

Several big men of hairy bear muttered a few words and walked out of the messy office with weapons. When they saw that there was no one outside, they came back and asked in surprise: "Boss? Are you here alone?"

"How many people do you think I need?" Zhou Qingfeng found a broken wine cabinet in the office, raised his hand slightly, and a bottle of remaining vodka flew out of the broken glass and the wine.

"For your loyalty to your duties, you should let you know what real power is." Zhou Qingfeng flicked his fingers lightly, and the bottle made a crisp sound.

The bottle of wine opened with a slam, and the wine was poured out and fell on the injured person who was shot in the chest. The red wine splashed open, and the injured person breathed violently and opened his eyes weakly.

A very ritualistic behavior, the dozen survivors at the scene opened their eyes wide and sighed.

"I hope you..." Zhou Qingfeng said the first half.

Marco stared at his subordinates standing in a daze at the door of the office, shouting in a bad voice: "Keep the secret, otherwise you will go to hell."

A wizard's hand and a healing technique were very effective. As Zhou Qingfeng glanced at the sharp eyes, all the mercenaries who were not afraid of the world were sucking in the cold air, all nodded silently, and left quickly.

"What happened?" Zhou Qingfeng pressed Marcos' injured shoulder with one hand.

The thick Slavic man screamed in pain, and a severe pain came from his numb shoulders. After a while, it became numb and itchy again, and the wound was quickly recovering. The same was true for the thigh, and the broken bullet was squeezed out of the wound.

But Marko answered the question irrelevantly and whispered, "Is this the power of God or the power of the devil?"

"It's the power of mankind."

"Superpower?"

"Whatever you think."

Marcos had long thought about his boss's intention and considered how to get along with him. Today it was finally confirmed. He straightened his body and saw Zhou Qingfeng continue to rescue other wounded people, sighing:

"I was careless this time and thought that the officials in the city had been fed by me. But they always wanted more. The Americans are back, making the situation even more complicated."

Marco was gritting his teeth, and Zhou Qingfeng said lightly, "Is there a list?"

"What?" Marcos widened his eyes.

Zhou Qingfeng shouted to the office door, "Irene, come and deal with this matter."

The tree spirit walked through the broken glass on the ground and appeared at the door with Meow Meow. She nodded to Zhou Qingfeng and replied, "Yes, master." Then she asked Marcos, "Is there a list that needs to be cleaned?"

Marco was shocked for a moment and turned around to flip through his broken desk. He picked up the account book from a pile of waste paper-like debris, flipped through it and handed it to Erin.

"There are all the guys who are in the middle of the trouble. They usually take our money a lot but don't do anything at all. They can kill them all. But be careful, these are all real power figures, which are quite difficult to deal with."

Erin smiled and took the account book, shouted at the black cat following in, "Meow, we're leaving, we have a job to do. Your favorite job."

The black cat's paws were covered with blood, but the fur on her body was particularly smooth and shiny. She bared her teeth a little, jumped on the messy floor, and then followed Erin.

Marcos stared at the leaving black cat for a long time, and after a long time of relief, he turned his head and looked out the broken window, and the besieged public intellectuals obviously retreated in chaos. He lowered his head to Zhou Qingfeng and said apologetically:

"Sorry, boss. I didn't manage this place well."

"Oh, it's OK." Zhou Qingfeng looked around and couldn't find a chair to sit in the office. He spread his hands and said, "You are worthy of me if you didn't surrender on the spot.

But I may not be able to come next time. If you cause some trouble, it is best to persist for a long time. Uh... I am actually a little confused this time and need your help.
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