At night, Moore Street was pulled, and three black men who had bought guns from Lin Qing during the day appeared in front of Flyer's house.

''Hello, is Mr. Flyker at home?'' ‘’

''Is there anything wrong with you?'' Damn it. ‘’

Mrs. Miranda saw two black men in the cat's eyes, and she wanted to curse, but she put up with it, and recently there were more people visiting her house, including some black journalists.

"We are journalists for Le Parisien and would like to interview you. ‘’

After speaking, he took out his press card and dangled it a few times in front of Maoyan.

Miranda was thrilled when she heard this, although she was a complete racist, but Le Parisien was the best-selling newspaper in France, and if her family and her experience were reported by them, it would definitely cause some sensation, and the damned robbers would definitely have retribution.

Quickly opened the door and warmly invited the three people at the door into the room.

''Wait a minute, I'll go and ask Flyker to come over.'' Miranda hurried up to the second floor.

After a while, Flyker, who was holding a rifle, came down from the upper floor, and pointed his gun at the three negroes with a gloomy face: "Who are you and what are you going to do, the police will be coming soon, now stay by the stove honestly, don't move, or my gun will blow your heads!" ‘’

Miranda sensed something was wrong when she invited the three black men into the house, and although they had their press cards, it was easy to forge, and what reporter didn't have a camera and a voice recorder with him?

What's more, there are still three black people who come to interview, in Paris, it is not for nothing that black people are journalists, because the education level is relatively low, and the possibility of black people becoming reporters is very low, not to mention a big newspaper like "Le Parisien", and there are three black reporters at home at one time, this is not strange, there must be a problem! So I took the opportunity to go upstairs and immediately told Flyer, and then picked up the phone and called the police.

The three black men looked at each other, did not move, still sat on the sofa, just looked at the old man in front of them with a questioning expression, as if asking how do you know that we are fake.

''Oh, damn it, you stupid niggers, soiled my couch, get over to the torch and crouch. ‘’

At this time, Miranda also ran down from the stairs, holding an even older rifle in her hand, and when she saw that the three black men were not afraid at all, she immediately exploded!

''I'll count to three, or I'll move your heads, you three damn niggers, who gave you the guts to come to my Flyer's house to cheat?'' Damn, journalists, you black people can be journalists? You can only be thieves, robbers. ‘’

Miranda chattered and cursed, the anger in her heart was like a volcano that needed to be vented.

''Bang. A crisp gunshot silenced the room.

The two black men took out their pistols and pointed them at Miranda and Flyer, and shot them in front of Miranda's feet, and the frightened two hurriedly took a few steps back!

''I guess it's you two who should shut up, you two fucking bastards. Damn discriminators! ‘’

The leading black man snarled at Miranda.

''It's because of you racists that we can't find jobs and force us to go to a dead end, damn it, don't you know what you're going to face?'' Stupid woman.

After speaking, he took out an AK47 from his loose clothes, took out a magazine from his pocket and put it on, and pointed at Flyer and Miranda with a hideous face.

''Go to hell, you two snarky bastards''

A rush of gunfire was remembered in the room. and the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground!

Miranda didn't even know that these three black men were the three people she met at the door yesterday and were humiliated by her!

After killing Miranda and Flyker, the three blacks went through Flyker's house separately to rummage through everything of value, and finally found only a few thousand euros in cash, then put away their weapons and swaggered away.

The police were always the last to arrive at the scene, and by the time they arrived at Flyer's house, the three blacks had already left for a while. It's been nearly ten minutes since Miranda called the police!

''Shet, ****, it's a fatal case, quick, fast we need reinforcements, damn it, is it a rifle bullet or an automatic rifle bullet, we need SWAT, Shet is not a case we can solve. ‘’

The two patrolmen entered the house and immediately began to shout into the intercom, and the first thing they did was not to protect the scene, but to flee the scene. They are just ordinary patrol policemen, and this kind of case is not something they can solve!

Half an hour later, Flyker's home was bustling again, with SWAT officers surveying the scene, interviewing the surrounding residents, and TV reporters filming the details of the case.

That night, the Paris police were rarely diligent and arrested blacks all over the world.

Burglaries happen every day in Paris, but the burglary killing, the use of automatic rifles, and the bullet casings of pistols at the scene indicate that the bandits have more than one gun, which makes the nature of the case different.

If it is a tourist who dies, Paris and the relevant departments will find reasons and excuses to fool the past. If it is a black person who dies, then it can be said that the gang is revenge or something, if it is a dead Arab, it can be said that it is a religious conflict, but it is a white man, or a native of Paris, and even more so the descendants of the so-called French war heroes who have just been in the newspapers. In this case, it will be a big case, and the media will definitely chase after it, and maybe someone will take to the streets to demonstrate tomorrow!

A spokesman for the French police spoke overnight, while the Paris police received numerous calls from the police that there were black people in their neighborhood. Expressing concerns about your own safety.

All this has nothing to do with Lin Qing for the time being, Lin Qing is dating the sexiest female anchor in France in the future.

''Are you Chinese?'' ‘’

''What do you think?'' ‘’

I think you're more like an American. ’

'Well, I'm Chinese. Why do you feel like an American? ’

Because the Chinese people I have met are generally very shy in front of the camera, and you are very expressive, by the way, do you know Chinese kung fu? Such'

Melissa struck a set of Bruce Lee's classic moves.

'I went to Chinatown to learn kung fu. What about you? Where to go and what to do. ’

'A friend of mine is married to a Chinese friend, and I went to visit her, and then as you can see. ’

'Well, Paris is a mess. ’

The reason for the incident is very simple, Melissa went to Chinatown to visit friends, and then met a thief in Vietnam whose wallet was stolen, Lin Qing helped her catch the thief, and she invited Lin Qing to dinner, and recognized this young man as the young man interviewed this morning!

The two were talking and laughing, and Paris was already in a mess at this time.

At the beginning, the police released a wanted notice for three black people, and photos of the three black people appeared on various channels in France that night, with a reward of 50,000 euros.

Then the police station began to receive various alarms, white people look at blacks and Chinese look at blacks no differently, the feeling is the same.

After receiving the report, the police appeared on the street and began to check the identity of the blacks, but many of the French blacks were smuggled in and did not have ID cards, so they were temporarily controlled as suspects!

Enthusiastic Parisians spontaneously took to the streets to look for wanted criminals, which would have been a good situation, but after people with ulterior motives got in, the original simple purpose changed, and some racists began to play the slogan of black people get out of France.

The most popular thing for the emotional French is all kinds of marches, demonstrations, protests, and there are people in the crowd who are in the mood to watch the excitement, there are racists, there are thieves, there are all kinds of ulterior motives, the scene is chaotic!

The black-white conflict finally broke out amid the constant fanning of the flames.

Bronte was a doctor who worked in the community hospital in the 10th arrondissement of Paris, and although he was a black man, he was respected by both whites and blacks in the area for his superb medical skills and good medical ethics.

On the evening of August 28, after a hard day's work, Browne came home from work, and his home was close to the community clinic, so he walked to and from work.

As soon as he walked through an intersection, he saw several policemen standing on the side of the road, constantly checking on the black people passing around him, which is a common thing in Paris, because there are so many black stowaways in Paris.

Bronte didn't care, because the police in this area all knew him, and this kind of routine inspection would not check him, but this time it was not the police from the tenth block, but from another block, and he didn't know Bronte at all, so he was stopped and asked to show his ID card!

Due to the close proximity of the place of residence and the place of work, it is not in the habit of carrying an ID card.

Pollant told the officers that he was a doctor at the community hospital, and that his house was in front of him, and that they could have someone come with him to check it out if they could! I forgot to bring my ID to work!

Several policemen glanced at each other, and one of them took out his handcuffs and shouted: "Doctor? Can a black man be a doctor? You have no other strengths than to commit crimes, I'm sorry you, I saw through your plan, do you want to trick us into going with you to a no-man's land, and then make it easy to escape? I'm telling you, you've been caught, and now I suspect you have something to do with a murder. ‘’

After saying that, he tortured Pollant and continued to check the black people, but he didn't notice that there was something wrong with the black people's eyes looking at them. And Bronte clearly felt the smell of wine coming out of his mouth when the policeman yelled at him!

It's obvious that this cop had just come to work after drinking, otherwise he wouldn't have spoken his heart, damn racist!

Then, ten minutes later, rumors circulated in the streets that Dr. Billant had been caught by the police for treating a black man.

Most of the blacks saw Mr. Billant and several blacks handcuffed to the side of the road and immediately began to erupt en masse.