The heartless Baptiste brothers on the side stirred the fried noodles in their hands and jokingly said: "New York City has been overrun by aliens?" Terrorist attacks are coming to New York again? ”

Don't say it, I was really told by the crow's mouth of the two brothers, and the belated police car indirectly confirmed the accuracy of the two brothers' words. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Old Sam, I can only help you file a case first, and the brothers have all been transferred to the center of Manhattan to support."

Sam, the grocery store owner who gave clues next to the police car, forgot to wipe his snot when he heard the conversation of the police officer he knew.

"What's wrong, what's wrong, what's wrong?"

"The number of people marching against the war has inexplicably increased several times since the afternoon, and the group of only 100 people has reached 1,000 in the evening."

"And I don't know who led it, so I clashed inexplicably, and when they stormed the city hall building, we found that there were countless tough people mixed in inside."

"It's not all veterans... Hahaha..."

When Sam heard the news, his snot instantly stopped flowing, frightened.

It's not close to City Hall, but the riots in the city center mean something, and the people who live here are terrified of what it means for New York, which is not so safe.

"What, it's too late, I'll go to the police station tomorrow to find you, you're busy, you're busy..."

After saying this, Uncle Sam grabbed his shotgun and rushed in the direction of home. It's good that your own shop is rotten over there, and many clever criminals will appear for such a chaotic night.

When they see the virtue of their shop, they must be too lazy to continue patronizing, but will they set a fire just because they return empty-handed...

O God!

It was not only Uncle Sam on the opposite street who was shouting in her heart, but also Cong Nianwei, who had watched the whole process from the kitchen glass, she didn't even care about the hand-rolled noodles under the second pot under her hand, and shouted at Qin Guan's table.

"Qin Guan, you said our gallery would be fine, right?"

The roar of this voice silenced everyone at the table, and all that was left was the sound of chewing cucumber shreds in their mouths, plus a few mouthfuls of sucking noodles.

Being yelled at by Cong Nianwei, Qin Guan remembered that the art studio from home was quite famous in the Chelsea Bazaar, and the income from that small shop was a bit exaggerated in terms of daily income.

But there is no problem with an annual income of hundreds of thousands, not to mention that Lan Jin just carried a few boxes of Chinese native goods for him two days ago, it is inevitable that he will not be targeted by people with intentions.

Chelsea Street is a haven for art shops, and the black gang can't even memorize the Chinese 99 multiplication formula, so naturally they won't be interested.

But the Russians like it, the stolen artworks are smuggled by an oil tanker, and as soon as they change hands, it is a profitable business, and Qin Guan can't sit still when he thinks of this.

'Ring, ring, ring...' Before he could react, Qin Guan's mobile phone rang at the right time.

"Hello? I, Lan Jin! It is said that you started smashing and looting over there? Don't worry, sir, this will support you... Wait, don't forget Gou Fugui..."

China's compulsory education has been eaten into the belly of a dog.

"Alas, don't make a mess..."Before Qin Guan could stop the words, there was a click... It's hanging.

Qin Guan subconsciously forgot to go in the direction of Cong Nianwei, but found that his girlfriend had already packed up the apron roll, and he was planning to go out.

"Are you going to go to the shop?"

"Hmm" Cong Nianwei nodded, "Lan Jin's character of ignoring it must have been called by you after he had already gone out, we always have to take a look, we can't flash him there." ”

"It's good that no one robs the store, but if he runs into a group of strongmen alone, the consequences are really hard to say."

Qin Guan had in his mind the scene of Lan Jin, who was wearing yellow hair, shouting at the tall robbers, not to kill, this picture is simply not too beautiful...

"Then let's not wait, let's go over and see... Joseph, when you have finished eating, brush the bowls, and we will go out for a while. ”

Qin Guan on this side also got up, picked up the car key on the cabinet next to the door and planned to go out.

"Wait.. I'll go with you..."Joseph wiped the circle of noodles on the side of his mouth with a tissue very elegantly, and smiled at Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.

"I'll go too, Cong Nianwei, your second pot of noodles is sandwiched...."The two bear children ate it cleanly.

"Let me take the warrior's outfit and go together..."The face of the Congolese prince Koulibaly was full of the heroic expression of the African warrior.

Becerla, who was on the side of her mouth, wiped her mouth with a white tablecloth: "That's nonsense, hurry up." ”

What about the trip that was originally said to be a good one? What's going on with the next string of UN marches?

In the parking lot downstairs, Qin Guan kindly dissuaded him for a few minutes, and when he saw the same line as the explosives bag tied to Joseph's body, as well as the paint that Koulibaly had painted on his face with phosphor, and a few hairs on his head, the words of obstruction were really unspeakable.

And then go on... I'm going to be thundered to death...

Becerra's yellow flame-topped classic car was filled with strange people, and the two cars headed for Chelsea Bazaar.

New York City, which had just fallen at night, was already lively, but now the streets are a little more cautious and hurried.

In just ten minutes, the car twisted across the street from Chelsea Market.

The residential community here is not very dense, and the shops are basically closed at this time.

When I came to Qinguan on the side of the road, I first glanced at the front of the J clothing store, and the big Qinguan spring product poster was still floating on it.

He was truly relieved that his shop had not been affected. Qin Guan, who was relaxed, greeted with a smile on his face: "Everyone come down, be safe." ”

"Of course, in order to make the store safer, we packed up our valuables and moved them home first."

Joseph and Coulibaly, who were sitting in the back of Becerra's car, were full of black lines, and they dared to come over for a special trip, and they became free laborers.

The door was opened, and a few people in the car couldn't be idle, so they carried their heads down.

What's the line? You see Joseph and a weapons enthusiast who wants to hang all the guns of the world on his body, and Koulibaly has the same face painted as a Peking opera singer, and he has a barrel for blowing arrows in his hand. (To be continued.) )