Liszt didn't talk much about the girl who lost the bag, and chased after it with his long legs.

During the run, Liszt roughly deduced the whole thing in his mind, commonly known as brain supplement, and got an unconfirmed truth: this was a premeditated gang crime.

One person is waiting for an opportunity at the exit of the airport, and one person is riding a motorcycle outside to answer at any time.

The pedestrians on both sides seem to have long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and if they don't go up to help at this time in China, they should pretend not to see it, look up at the stars at 45 degrees, or bury their heads in studying the migration laws of ants.

Let's not talk about whether I can help or not, but I still know how guilty I feel before watching the excitement, and I don't want to cause trouble, and this explanation is barely reasonable.

It's different here, these people just watched the two motorcyclists grab their bags in a grand manner, they didn't want to help, and some people even pointed and talked about it, and when Liszt went to chase it, he saw surprise and schadenfreude in the eyes of those people.

I was surprised that someone would actually step up to help, gloating because there were Asians who were robbed.

"Get out of the way"

The two motorbikers who grabbed the bag, riding whining scooters, arrogantly drove anyone in their way in their way in an African language they did not understand.

Especially the one who sat in the back and grabbed the bag, he stood up directly, and his hands were raised and swayed in the wind.

Liszt didn't dare to fire all the firepower, but he still had to pay attention to the impact in public, and in the shouts with cries in his shawl, Liszt gradually disappeared into the crowd.

"Did you see what happened just now?" A beautiful white girl was in the arms of her black boyfriend, her voice shaking.

The black boyfriend just kept his eyes on the Asian girl who lost the bag, thinking about how to go over and comfort him, but he didn't expect that the girlfriend who had quarreled just now actually threw herself into his arms again.

"Well, I see rats jumping over all the time."

"Ah~Mouse"

"Don't be afraid, I'll protect you."

……

"Thomas, there's a kid in the back who has been chasing us." Standing on the back seat of the motorcycle, Rhodes condescended to see the only remaining rearview mirror on the front of the car, and the figure reflected in the upward tilted mirror.

Thomas glanced behind him, and sure enough, he saw a figure with an unclear face running towards them.

Although he didn't shout anything like "stop", Thomas, who was a bit of a thief, still believed that this man was chasing them.

"Thomas, what are we going to do?"

Rhodes didn't expect that someone would be willing to help a Chinese girl, this is the fat sheep he has been eyeing for a long time.

A delicate girl commutes to work alone, and the key is that she is a Chinese girl, which means that there is a high probability that she will have cash in her wallet.

Either other ethnic groups put paper in their wallets or put paper in the air, but as far as he knows, whether it is white or black, they don't seem to have the consciousness of saving money, and they will spend a few percent more than this amount of money if they get their salary, and it is their norm to spend all the money they have.

It's not the kind of big money that doesn't need to bring cash when you go out, and the best customers in this line of robbery still have to be found from Chinese.

Chinese people who are hardworking, like to save money, go out with cash, and are at the bottom of the chain of contempt in South Africa, no one wants to speak for xenophobic Chinese, such people are their best targets.

Originally, Rod's plan was not to leave in a hurry after snatching the Chinese girl's bag, but to attract the Chinese girl to chase her, and a broken motorcycle stopped and stopped in front of the anxious Chinese girl to a corner where there were few pedestrians and no one paid attention to, and then it was logical to ......

As a result, it was all ruined by this kid who suddenly appeared.

Thomas knew Rod's plan, and at the same time, he knew very well that his partner was an idea, that is, when the bad water did not stop, he looked forward to doing things, and did not take any responsibility. Chase Yo Literature

Thomas snorted coldly, and crossed the eyes of Rod behind him with a look that he was destined not to see and would not be seen by Rode.

Laugh at~~

Slowing down and flicking the tail and turning the brakes, Thomas drifted to a stop, landed on one leg, lifted the glass cover on his helmet, and provoked Liszt one hundred and fifty meters away with his "world-looking" eyes.

There's a kind of you catching up, I'll wait for you.

This kind of look changed after ten seconds, seeing that Liszt was about to approach, Thomas was a little panicked, should the speed be so fast, is this the Olympic 100-meter race?

"Thomas? We're going to get out of the car and teach this kid a lesson, right?" Rod hesitated to come up with an idea.

Thomas hooked the car support, whined at the gas pedal, and snorted, "Stupid, have you forgotten your original plan?"

As soon as the words fell, the small broken motorcycle snorted black exhaust and opened a large distance again.

After running for about a hundred meters, he stopped again.

Liszt also noticed the abnormality of the two bag thieves, and he didn't know what kind of strange idea these two goods were doing this, no matter how they looked at it, it looked like they were fishing.

Liszt silently took the "Twin Meteors" out of the system and put them back into the system.

As a result, Liszt gave up the idea of acceleration, and deliberately lowered some speed, and the record of the 100-meter race was more than nine seconds, and he couldn't show too much if he didn't want to be shocked.

When the motorcycle in front of him turned into an alley, Liszt instinctively felt that dinner was about to be served.

Sure enough, after Liszt turned into the alley, the two bag snatchers had already gotten off the motorcycle, twisting their necks and moving their legs, and when Thomas moved his body joints like this, it seemed that his body could crackle bone joints.

Especially after the activity, he quickly shook his neck from side to side, this time there was really a clicking sound, and Liszt also noticed that Thomas's expression and mouth shape seemed to be saying "sizzle" at that time, Liszt had never learned lip language, let alone African pronunciation, so Liszt directly Paz dropped his unfounded guess.

Thomas is in a standard boxing stance, with the soles of his feet moving, which is quite bluffing for ordinary people to see.

"I didn't pay attention to it just now, it's actually a Chinese, no wonder it's nosy, boy, are you ready to be beaten up?" As he spoke, Thomas pinched the palmar joints of his hands with each other, and the crackling sound could be heard clearly from several meters away.

Liszt slowed down and looked at the scene in front of him, Liszt figured it out, is this to make an example of the monkey?

Give the person who helps a lesson, so that when you come out to commit a crime in the future, let the person who wants to help cast a mouse?

"What are you trying to lure that girl in?"

Liszt didn't start it as soon as he came up, out of curiosity, he wanted to know more.

Although he tried his best to hide it, Rod who couldn't hide it at all was stunned for a moment, and knew that someone who understood came and came out from behind Thomas: "Boy, what are you pretending, and you don't know what a girl can do?" I advise you not to meddle in your affairs, or I will ...... Thomas has played in official matches. ”

Thomas stepped forward in cooperation, then hit his fists twice with both hands, roared twice to refuel himself, and moved forward with a fierce momentum.

Seeing that Liszt had not reacted, Thomas thought that Liszt was frightened, and said sarcastically: "Asian, don't say that I bullied you, I allow you to punch three first, if you don't dare to do it, I can also give you a chance, stand there and be a sandbag for me, or help us bring the owner of this bag here, then I can consider letting you go." ”

Thomas's solution to the problem is simple, to destroy the opponent both mentally and physically, so that others can know what it means to be afraid.

Liszt looked at Thomas like an idiot, and there was a suffocating chill in his eyes at this time, and the last choice was to bring that girl here, what to do?

There is no need for these two scumbags to say that Liszt can guess roughly.

The sins of heaven are forgivable, and the sins of oneself make you live sorry for the world.