Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a taxi and hit the road. He had an eye injury and was deaf. He basically crashed when driving. Since the roads around Paris were very complicated, he ran all the way along the streets from Versailles to Paris. The police behind him thought
It's difficult to block him.
In the back seat of Zhou Qingfeng's car, a family of three who were unlucky to get on the bus were so frightened by this sudden and terrifying journey that they kept screaming and shouting the names of God and Mary.
The tires were constantly squeaking and rubbing against the ground, the brake pads were squeaking and smoking, and the car bodies were constantly colliding back and forth. The place where Zhou Qingfeng drove was like a war, with everything broken and messed up.
While Zhou Qingfeng was driving, he turned around and looked at the back seat. When the family of three in the car saw his disfigured face, they were so frightened that they felt as if they were riding an express train to hell.
Zhou Qingfeng waved and yelled at the family of three, but he couldn't speak and couldn't express himself fluently. He could only forcefully grab things from the family of three, first grabbing the lady's bag.
All the stuff in the bag was poured out. Most of it was cosmetics, and the most useful thing was a mobile phone. There was not even a bottle of water, but there was a portable vibrator.
Zhou Qingfeng threw his cell phone at the front desk of the driver's seat and grabbed the bag carried by the father of the family of three. The bag contained some food and water, which Zhou Qingfeng stuffed into his mouth at an extremely fast speed.
After having a mobile phone, Zhou Qingfeng was able to contact helpers. The first thing he thought of was the female national security officer in Paris, but the problem was... He always felt that having her around was intrusive, and he never asked the female officer from the beginning to the end.
contact information.
Damn it! The helper closest to me can’t call over at this time...
However, Zhou Qingfeng still had four powerful helpers who could call over to help, but he could not speak and could only send text messages. Due to the emergency situation and the instability of the car, he could only use the shortest words possible.
At this time, in Belgrade, the Balkan Peninsula, the once war-torn city is now dormant in the night. There are many dazzling and dilapidated neon lights shining in the corners of the streets and alleys. Under each light, there may be a sensual and sensual meat market.
Amidst the deafening music, there were one or two hundred people crowded in the middle of the crowded nightclub. Everyone shouted with red eyes, "Butcher, butcher, butcher...". The shouting at the top of their lungs was extremely exciting and made people's hearts beat faster.
The shirtless butcher was sitting in front of a big table with a slender look, his thighs leaning on the bartender girl who was not wearing a hair. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and took a big gulp, leaving behind his beard.
He rubbed against the plump chests of the two girls, causing the girls to laugh wildly.
Opposite the butcher's table sat a burly man, but his expression was not so relaxed. He was even sweating profusely and breathing rapidly. He stared at an old-fashioned revolver on the table, and his nervous hands were shaking.
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"It's your turn." The butcher grabbed the breasts of the two girls and taunted the strong man opposite, "Try your luck, maybe you can make a lot of money."
There were already piles of money in front of the butcher, and people around him were placing bets on him. When the opponent grabbed the revolver, countless people at the scene were shouting 'die, die, die...'.
There is fresh blood on the table opposite, which was left by the previous person who gambled with the butcher - 'Russian roulette', betting with life and money. A bullet is inserted into the revolver and rotates randomly, and then the
Participants pull the trigger on their own heads.
Those who lose will naturally leave the game, and those who are timid will also lose their bets.
The butcher has won more than ten games in a row tonight, and those who bet against him will either be unable to bear the pressure and die, or they will beat themselves to death. The winning butcher is full of energy, staring at the opponent with eyes as big as copper bells, and the corners of his mouth
He had a bloodthirsty smile, and a lot of people around him were betting on him to win.
The strong man opposite grabbed the revolver with trembling hands and slowly pointed it at his head. However, he closed his eyes but hesitated to fire, which caused the scene to boo.
A thin guy squeezed in next to the butcher. He grabbed the butcher's thick arm and shouted in the noisy crowd: "Boss, boss butcher, you have a text message on your phone."
"Didn't you see that I'm busy?" The butcher turned his head unhappily and was very angry. He was admiring his opponent's hesitation and struggle before death, and he preferred the excitement of the scene that attracted everyone's attention.
The thin guy timidly said: "Boss, you said I had to remind you if there was a call, no matter what you were doing."
"Wait until the guy opposite is dead." The butcher was in high spirits and waved his hand to drive the thin guy away. But when his little follower disappeared into the crowd, he yelled again: "Wait, is it me?
That number that said it was very important?”
"I'm not sure if the weight is important." The thin guy quickly squeezed back and handed the phone to the butcher, "It's just that boss, you said that only a few people know this number. I think it should be important."
"Really, that bastard disturbed my mood." The butcher answered the phone unhappily and found that an unknown number had sent him a text message. The text message was very simple, really very simple, just a few words.
I, Victor, help!
When the butcher saw these three words, he immediately became furious. He almost jumped up and cursed, "Is this the liar? How dare you deceive me, the butcher? Do you want me to give you money next?"
The furious butcher threw the phone back to his little follower, "You reply and ask for his address. I'm going to kill him."
The thin follower responded to the message, and the butcher was once again getting into the excitement of roulette. The strong man opposite him hadn't even fired yet, and his whole body was already as wet as if he had been fished out of the water.
The butcher was summoning his energy to urge his opponent to commit suicide when the little follower shouted again: "Boss, boss, he replied. He said he was in Versailles."
"Are you a fool? You didn't realize this was a liar! If I tell you to reply, get out of here." The butcher became furious and drove the thin follower away again with an angry voice.
The crowd continued to make noise, and shouts of "die, die, die" kept coming. The thin follower did not dare to approach the butcher and silently retreated to the corner of the crowd again.
The butcher laughed again, and the strong man opposite him was about to have a mental breakdown. Whether to gamble to make money or to give up all the chips to save his life was a difficult choice.
But just when he was happiest, the butcher's smile slowly faded. He turned his head again, thought for a while and shouted to the crowd, "Give me my phone again."
The sound was so loud that it stunned the entire audience.
The little follower appeared again tremblingly, but without the excitement before. He handed the phone to the butcher again, and asked weakly: "Boss, did I do something wrong?"
The butcher didn't answer. He looked at the simple text messages on his phone and frowned. He entered the word Versailles into the search engine and soon saw the latest news about Versailles - terrorists attacked Versailles, causing three deaths and one injury. The whole city of Paris
Be alert, the police are working hard to hunt down the fugitives.
Oh..., there is still such an operation?
After being stunned for a few seconds, the butcher immediately grinned and said: "Hahaha... This bastard, he has some bad luck, and he is actually chased around."
The butcher wanted to call back, but the other party didn't answer. He wrote a text message asking: "Are you still alive?"
The phone quickly replied, “If you don’t come back, I will really die!”
"Victor, you have today too?!" Hahaha..., thinking about a certain guy who has always been arrogant being chased by the police all over the city, the butcher was so happy.