Chapter 509, Bloody Street!

The proud jǐng cha had long since looked at this Chinese boy unpleasantly, even if they couldn't understand what he was saying, but they hated his stubborn expression and domineering eyes.

Where is this? It's Paris.

Who are they? It's a Chinese person.

In someone else's territory, you have to know how to follow the rules. If not, they are obligated to do some teaching.

Hearing Robert's instructions, they immediately rushed forward.

"Stop." Li Qicheng shouted. She was originally standing behind Qin Luo, but when she felt that Qin Luo was in danger, she blocked Qin Luo with her body and said in French, "What do you want to do?" What crime did he commit? ”

"The crime of assembling a crowd to make trouble. We've already made it very clear just now - "Because there was a beautiful woman in front of them, these jǐng cha explained patiently, instead of directly rudely pulling her away and dragging her away."

"It's not a crowd to make trouble - it's just a petition - don't you even know the difference between a petition and a troublemaker?"

"I'm sorry. In our eyes, this is vexatious - we can't agree to your demands. Robert said. Take. ”

The longer it drags on, the more it is not good for them. More and more people gathered, and more and more media reporters rushed to report - without statistics, Robert can imagine that Paris was the focus of the world at this time.

As a member of the Paris City Bureau, he had to deal with the march in the fastest possible time.

Otherwise, he will lose his job with the director. That bald man is not a leader who has the courage to take responsibility.

The prefect ordered again, and they did not care whether it would leave the beautiful woman with a very ungentlemanly impression of a Parisian man. They separated two jǐng members to pull Li Chengcheng, and the other two went to grab the wheelchair that Qin Luo was sitting on.

"Stop them, don't let them take away the miracle doctor." The bearded man shouted loudly.

After a series of events in front of him, the bearded man already had a lot of prestige in the procession. When he shouted this, he responded. Immediately, several Chinese men rushed up and fought with the Paris jǐng party for Qin Luo's wheelchair.

jǐng cha is good at fighting, but he can't stand the many Chinese people. They pushed and hit, and those Chinese people were like silent stones, clutching the chair of the wheelchair and refusing to let go.

After answering the phone, Riot Captain Silo walked up to Robert and asked, "It seems that your people can't take him away." Do you want my people to come out? ”

Robert hesitated for a moment and said, "Let's wait for now." As soon as your people go out, the nature of things changes. ”

Siloh shrugged indifferently and said, "Then my brothers and I will be going to watch the show." ”

Robert called Laili again and asked her to communicate with the Huaxia people in Huaxia, telling them that this kind of obstruction of Jǐng's law enforcement was also a crime.

Laili shouted at the top of her voice for a long time, and those Huaxia people were not moved at all. Fight for what should be grabbed, and grab what should be grabbed desperately - the two sides argued for a long time, and the wheelchair that Qin Luo was sitting in was still at one end, and no one could occupy an absolute advantage.

"Robbing people." Robert said. Those stupid guys, what do you do with wheelchairs?

Only then did the jǐng members react that it was Qin Luo who they were going to take away, not the chair under his buttocks. So, they let go of the wheelchair and began to pull Qin Luo, who was sitting on the chair.

The bearded man and Lao Wang were willing to let Jǐngcha take people away easily, and more than a dozen men lined up on the chéngrén wall, holding hands and using their bodies to block Qin Luo behind. Seeing the sāo movement in front, more Chinese people rushed towards the front.

During the pulling, some jǐng began to increase the force of their hands, and some Huaxia people began to fight back, and the two sides fought together again.

Watching his subordinates being surrounded and beaten by several times the number of Huaxia people, Robert finally admitted that he was understaffed.

He turned to Silo, who was watching coldly, and said, "It seems that it is still up to you to clean up the situation." ”

"I am willing to serve my husband." Xiluo said with a smile. He put his helmet on his head, put on his gloves again, and then waved his stick and said to the many riot guards standing in front of him, "Hit me." Hit hard. ”

As he spoke, he took the lead and struck a Chinese man on the shoulder. The man was caught off guard, and half of his body seemed to have been collapsed by him, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Seeing that their compatriots were beaten but couldn't make a move, this group of riot fighters had been suppressed for a long time. At this time, they were given the order to attack, and their immediate superiors made a good appearance for them in front, so they rushed out like wolves and tigers with shields in one hand and jǐng sticks in the other.

Most of the Chinese who marched with them were patients or their families, and they were all ordinary Chinese residents. Naturally, the physical fitness could not be compared with these heavily armed riot control guns, and as soon as the two sides came into contact, they were shocked by these regular troops and retreated.

Constantly people were hit by jǐng sticks, and there were constantly Chinese people falling. The moans and screams of the wounded lying on the ground had just begun, and they were trampled and trampled on by the leather boots of those riot-proof jǐngcha -

The riot control led by Silo was invincible, and no one could stop them.

At this time, the target of their advance was Qin Luo, the divine doctor who was surrounded by a human wall.

He had just received an order to teach this Chinese man a lesson. It just so happened that he didn't like it in his heart.

"Hold on. All fucking carry it. We can't let them take the miracle doctor—" roared the bearded man like a mad leopard. His body was covered in blood, and his forehead was bleeding. However, he was still at the forefront of the ranks.

"Hit." Siloh shouted as he brandished his club.

Roar -

The riot fighters replied loudly, and then waved their sticks even more frantically.

As if the walls had been peeled off by wind and rain for a long time, the crowd fell layer by layer. Got up and was knocked down again by the jǐng stick-

This is the treatment of terrorists, it is a one-sided violence and massacre.

"I'm *cāo* your mother." The bearded man's left arm was discounted, and his whole arm shrugged and fell somewhere. His other hand was grabbed by a riot jǐng cha, and after scolding, he used all his strength to slam his head into the French man's helmet.

Bang -

The bearded man fainted on the ground with a broken blood flow, and after this violent impact, the jǐng cha who was pulling him was also in a bad condition. After turning around in place twice, he was also carried in the arms of his companions.

Lao Wang's face was also covered with blood, he squeezed through the crowd, pushed Qin Luo's wheelchair, and said, "Qin Luo, I'll take you away - I'll send you away first - these dogs are crazy." ”

"I can't go." Qin Luo said. "I'm gone, and it's all pointless."

He looked at the many Chinese compatriots who fell in front of him, and his heart was like a knife cutting a needle. He tilted his face up to make himself stronger. At least, it won't let the tears that are already brewing in the eye sockets flow.

He will cry. I'm not afraid to cry. However, he could not let foreigners see his weakness.

"I'm leaving. And their beating was in vain. Qin Luo's voice was deep. Like a bullet poured out of a box, or like raw rice, every word is full and firm.

"But-" Before Lao Wang's words were finished, someone knocked him on the head, and he fell to Qin Luo's feet with a muffled snort.

Finally, the crowd in front of Qin Luo was defeated and dispersed by them.

Qin Luo sat alone in a wheelchair, staring at these killers with vicious eyes.

As if it had been discussed in advance, all the riot control jǐng cha naturally bypassed Qin Luo's side. They continued to push forward, preparing to drive the troublemakers out of the square. At that time, they naturally retreated.

There are no Chinese people who are not afraid of death. There are no Chinese people who are looking for death for such absurd reasons.

Chinese people do not lack backbone. That was before.

Xi Luo walked up to Qin Luo with a jǐng stick, and instead of making a move immediately, he first took off the helmet he was wearing on his face.

"Someone asked me to greet you." Xiluo looked at Qin Luo with a smile and said.

"I don't know who you are, I don't know what you said - but I remember your face." Qin Luo said calmly. No panic, no fear. Such an outcome, he expected. "You are their leader - you are the one who made them beat people, you are the one who led them to attack - and you are the one who hurt the most people."

Similarly, Xi Luo couldn't understand what Qin Luo was saying.

"It's a pity. I'd love to talk to you - it's a pity you don't know French. The noblest language in the world - goodbye. ”

Xi Luo suddenly raised the jǐng stick in his hand and smashed it into Qin Luo's head.

Smack-

A jaw-dropping scene appeared. Silo's all-out smash was caught by the man.

He used his flesh and blood to take this thunderous blow that weighed more than a thousand pounds.

Xiluo's pupils contracted violently, and then his face was full of unwillingness.

He frantically pressed down the jǐng stick in his hand, but he didn't know what kind of force was supporting the young man who looked so weak in a wheelchair, he actually raised the jǐng stick with one hand, no matter how hard the other party tried, he couldn't knock it down.

"Look for death." Xiluo said viciously. He jerked it back, pulling the jǐng stick out of Qin Luo's palm.

Then he lifted the jǐng stick high again, carrying the sound of the whistling wind, and smashed it straight down.

This time, Siloh had learned from his failure. He made a quick move, and quickly lifted the jǐng stick, not giving his hand a chance to hold the jǐng stick at all.

Once-

Qin Luo blocked it with his hand.

Twice-

Qin Luo blocked it with his hand again.

Three times -

Four times -

Five times -

He went crazy and smashed it down.