"Head, I think you've got to see this."

The 'cleaner' was still trying to pry open the mouth of a bastard with torture, and his subordinate crept over and handed over a cell phone. He was surprised by this, and when he turned on his phone, he found that it was a video uploaded to 'YouTube', a downward view of the street high-rises, a motorcycle speeding down the endless street, and the staggered cars seemed to him as if they were nothing.

Because it was dark, it was impossible to see people under the street lamps. But the large-displacement 'Yamaha' is still very conspicuous, and some of the logos on the body modified and created by the 'cleaner' himself are even more familiar. After watching the ten-second video, he was stunned and asked, "Who is driving my sister's car?" Driving so crazy? ”

"It should be Linda herself." "I just called the bar and asked, and Linda left with an Asian kid named Victor. But they didn't say where they were going? At this point in time, it happens to be the busiest time for traffic in Pall. There have been more than a dozen vehicular collisions linked to Linda, but fortunately there have been no casualties. But the city traffic is going crazy. ”

Bill. Walker scratched his head and cursed, 'What the hell'. He called his sister but couldn't get through, and Linda was busy dodging the helicopter in the air - from the north to the southern suburbs of Palle, she really rushed over in less than half an hour. You can imagine how fast and crazy she drove.

Rumbling rotors were flying through the sky, and searchlights on the fuselage were scanning the ground, trying to find the culprit who was disrupting most of Palla's traffic. In the shade of a tree that could not be illuminated by the searchlight, Linda, who had taken off her helmet, reflexively hugged Zhou Qingfeng and looked at him enthusiastically - this woman was so excited, every muscle was trembling slightly, and her soul was resonating with the engine.

"You ......, why are you so excited about me?" Linda asked. She was puzzled and excited. After so many years of indulging in racing, she feels like she has finally broken through the bottleneck and become a super racer. Her instincts told her that it all seemed to be related to the young man in the car.

Zhou Qingfeng has also completed the deep learning of the master-level 'vehicle driving'. He took off his helmet and wanted to ask if Linda was there. The woman was entangled like an octopus, with a curious and inquiring expression.

"Linda, what the hell are you doing?" Zhou Qingfeng leaned back but couldn't dodge, because the heavy 'Yamaha' of one or two hundred kilograms had not yet been held up, and it was all stabilized by his two long legs. But this hot woman was like a flame that wanted to devour him.

After hugging for two or three minutes, Linda enjoyed it. Her two flexible thighs were still coiled around the man's thick waist, her eyes looked at each other carefully, and she said in a deep tone: "I don't know why? You give me a very special feeling. Do you have one? ”

"Yes, I think you're quite heavy." Zhou Qingfeng tried hard to support the legs of the motorcycle, holding Linda and letting her legs land on the ground, "I don't have time to flirt with you, every minute is precious now." He looked up at the sky again, and the police helicopter was still hovering nearby, the rumbling of its rotors every once in a while. Oh my God, we're still chasing Jing Cha behind our butts. ”

Linda just smiled, "We've arrived in Vitley City, which is a residential area on the southern outskirts of Palle. The Hashem you're looking for is just two streets away, but both streets are inhabited by Hashem's kind, at least hundreds. You just walk past and someone will be staring at you. I'm wondering what you're going to do right now? ”

Zhou Qingfeng called up the map on his mobile phone to determine his location and the location of the enemy. He asked, "Is there any surveillance around here?" ”

"Yes, but it's all ruined. The favorite thing for North African-American kids to do is to stone the surveillance probes on the road, and the police and the city can deal with them a few times, and they can destroy them a few times. Linda said.

Hashim and his people were engaged in drug trafficking, robbery, and prostitution in Gaul. They have a core backbone, plus the same people who have been immigrating over the years, forming a huge and intertwined power group. They are a bit like the drug villages in China, where the whole street, the whole block is their people.

"What is this?" Zhou Qingfeng pointed to a crescent-shaped sign on the map, "Goblin's Onion Temple? He also explained the nickname 'Goblin', which made Linda smile and nod repeatedly, "That's right, it's Goblin's Onion Temple." Do you have an idea? ”

"I need a plastic bucket or something." Zhou Qingfeng's mind turned, and he soon had an extremely frustrating solution. He looked around the streets, but couldn't find anything to use.

The road where Linda parked was relatively remote, but there were still several cars parked on the side of the road. She took a folding crowbar from the trunk of her motorcycle and easily pried open the trunk of a car. Zhou Qingfeng found not only a plastic bucket inside, but also a slender water pipe. Many people are worried that their vehicles will break down in the middle of the road, so they will have these things on hand.

With plastic buckets and thin water pipes, Mr. Zhou stole a bucket full of gasoline from the fuel tank of a car. Then he asked Linda, "Is there a lighter?" ”

Plastic drums, gasoline, lighters.

Linda immediately guessed what Zhou Qingfeng was going to do?

"I think I'm crazy enough, I can't think you're crazier than me."

"I don't care if those goblins live or die, I just want my friends to be safe. In my eyes, those guys are NPCs in the game. ”

Zhou Qingfeng got a lighter, carried a plastic bucket filled with gasoline and headed towards the nearby onion temple. Linda stayed where she was, and in her astonishment, she shouted, "You'd better bring a hat or something, so no one will recognize you." ”

Zhou Qingfeng happened to walk past a car, he glanced into the car, burst the window with a punch, and took out a demon mask from the back seat. I don't know who bought the toy for the child, and it happened to be on his face. When he openly walked down the street with this appearance, the goblin boys roaming around looked at him in amazement.

Under the street lamp, there is a strange man carrying a plastic bucket and wearing a demon mask.

A seventeen or eighteen-year-old goblin boy was enraged by this strange man and stepped forward and shouted, "Who are you?" You are violating our traditions by dressing up like this, and you are discriminating against us. I command you to take off your mask at once, and we want to see your face. ”

Bang ......, Zhou Qingfeng punched over.

So what nonsense?

The shouting teenager's nose shattered, a nosebleed erupted, and he fell to the ground. The other goblin boys immediately retreated, and they immediately understood that the strange man in front of them was not a talkative 'white left'. They were soon shouting and shouting, calling out all the goblins in the neighborhood to deal with the intruder.

Zhou Qingfeng quickened his speed and strode forward. The goblins who were approached by him all retreated. He quickly came to the Goblin Onion Temple on this street and walked in generously - according to Linda, there weren't so many Onion Temples in Bali in the past. But there are more and more goblins, and onion temples are popping up.

It's around seven o'clock in the evening. The prayer had just ended, and there were still many people in the temple. An old shaman was lecturing in the temple, and as soon as Zhou Qingfeng entered, he heard the other party talking about the Tao.

"A lot of non-goblins are asking why we can spread in their territory and not accept non-goblin ideas. My answer is that the Prophet mentioned in 1 book 3, verse 85, that we absolutely do not accept other cultures, and that all we accept are heresy. We're the best, we're not like non-goblins. ”

A group of goblin believers nodded their heads and praised the greatness of the prophet.

When the old shaman was satisfied, he saw a guy with a demon mask break in from outside. He immediately jumped up like a rabbit and shouted in horror, "Who are you?" ”

"I heard you say that you are different. I just want to see if I can burn you to death with fire. Zhou Qingfeng replied. He turned the gasoline drum upside down, and the gasoline poured out, soaking the carpet.

The strong smell of gasoline quickly dissipated, and the goblins in the onion temple were scattered and ran out screaming. The barrel of gasoline was about 20 liters, and it didn't take long for it to be finished.

Zhou Qingfeng took a few steps back, pulled a strip of cloth from his body and lit it with a lighter, and threw it with a snap of his fingers - the spark landed, and the flames rushed up with a pop. The diffuse oil and gas burst into flames, and with a bang, the flames were shining.

The event happened too quickly, leaving too little time for the goblins on the scene to react.

The moment he threw out the strip of cloth, Zhou Qingfeng had already fled back quickly, but the strong light and air waves still caught up, and the heat was endless. There were so many flammable materials in the temple that the carpets on the floors and the decorations on the walls alone provided enough fuel, and the heat of gasoline burning made the fire spread quickly and became uncontrollable in a matter of seconds.

The crowd fell, got up, and fled, screaming sharply. Flames soon burst out of the windows of the Onion Temple, lighting up everything around that could burn. In the face of fire, any illusion of lies will be lost.

Zhou Qingfeng turned around and walked out of the onion temple with a steady gait, behind him was the ever-expanding firelight, and the monstrous flames reflected his figure. Around him, many goblins heard the previous shouts and ran out of the house. But in the face of this unstoppable fire, they turned and fled, without organizing the slightest rescue.

In the knowledge left by Zhou Qingfeng's parents, the organization of the goblin race has always been completely scattered. Anything that requires collaboration to accomplish, they're not good at. Looking at the goblins who fled back to their homes one by one and didn't dare to come out, he laughed and said, "Running away without putting out the fire? Once the fire spreads, do you think you can escape? ”

The flames are raging and earth-shattering.

When Zhou Qingfeng returned to the remote street where Linda was, the woman who had always felt that she was crazy looked at him blankly, with mixed emotions in her eyes. She stammered and pointed at Zhou Qingfeng, "...... you, you really ran to set fires?" ”

"Where is Hashem?" Zhou Qingfeng asked. Faced with the spreading fire two blocks away, he sneered, "No one will bother me now." Whatever I want, I can do it. ”

"You're a terrorist attack."

"So what? I don't care at all. Or do you care? You are racing in the city center during rush hour, and you don't look like a virgin? ”

Ah...... Linda held her head in her hands and screamed, took a deep breath, and shouted frantically for a while: "Why? Why? I should be scared and grieving. From the bottom of my heart, I am happy with the fire. ”

"Then you are not the Virgin."