Zhou Qingfeng fled, and old Carolinge didn't see any flaws. Erica was in good spirits for this, and ate two more bowls for breakfast. She also longed to be free from her shackles. It's great to have a kid who isn't afraid of death come out and stir things up now.

Erica carefully asked the nurse about her situation, and she was deeply satisfied with Zhou Qingfeng's ability to treat her mental injury. She faintly felt that Zhou Qingfeng still had deeper, more and more powerful abilities, which deserved further attention.

It was almost noon, and Erica wasn't as tired as she usually was. After coming into contact with Zhou Qingfeng, her injuries are recovering quickly, which makes her even more happy. She asked the nurse to open the wall-mounted screen across the bed, to see what the news had been lately — what else could it be, as the 'vest movement' that swept Gallic was implicating the whole country.

The Gauls were particularly fond of sports, and marched and strike in the streets twice in three days, using more bizarre reasons than the other. But in the end, the motivation is often 'I don't want to work and I want money'. But this time, the situation is more complicated.....

The elder Carolingian was the number one man in the Gallic underworld, and was heavily involved with various forces. Erica was under such an old fellow, and she was quite familiar with business and media matters. She was lying on the hospital bed, watching the representatives of various forces come to the stage to perform like watching a play. Maybe one day, when she recovers, there will be a task for her to kill one of them.

The news channels were playing the same content, and Erica was bored. She is actually not interested in Zhengzhi, and she is essentially just an ordinary woman. It's just that the abilities she has mastered are too peculiar and she is forced to embark on a road of no return - thinking that her final outcome is likely to be a death, she is a little disheartened.

Just as Erica was in a daze, the boring news changed.

All of a sudden, the media seemed to be poked at the G-spot, and they climaxed instantly. All the television footage showed the same thing – in the 7th arrondissement of Pally, on Boulevard Garibaldi near the Eiffel Tower, a group of Gallic Jingli forces were barricaded with the help of armored vehicles to prevent the demonstrators from reaching the Champs-Élysées. Outcome......

Jing Fang was doing a good job, but a bright silver motorcycle suddenly appeared in the crowd. The motorcyclist bravely rushed towards Jing's armored car, and scurried at Jingcha's head in full view of everyone—and when Erica saw this, she laughed like countless Gauls. It's really a pleasure to see Jing Fang eat like this.

But when the morale of the motivated demonstrators is high, which in turn hits the Jing side's defenses, things get out of control. The state media began to harshly criticize this vicious provocation to public power, and His Excellency the Prime Minister, who was on the Gallic television station, desperately ordered that the bold demonstrator be severely punished.

The people were extremely fond of this bold move, and soon regarded this rider who dared to challenge Jing Fang and even Zheng Mansion as a warrior and a hero. People sang "La Marseillaise" and planted national flags on motorcycles that had been able to "in the face" before Jing, and continued to demonstrate around their heroes.

Only Erica, who was in the hospital, and the other paramedic looked at the rider in amazement—how could the clothes on the rider become more and more familiar? Looks like someone from the Carolingian family was wearing it?

Could it be that the Carolingian family was so brave and openly sent people to challenge Jing Fang?

No way, the Carolingians are the most slippery. They will only hide in the shadows, run all kinds of illegal businesses, do evil things, and maintain the stability of the underground world. The patriarch of his clan, Mr. Caroling, is even more cunning and cunning, and will never choose sides at will.

Yes......

Someone had just snatched a set of their security guard's clothes and a motorbike to flee - yes, yes, this is this bright silver motorcycle.

Erica even quickly noticed the warrior's feet - Uncle Zhou didn't have time to grab shoes after snatching his clothes, and he was still barefoot.

Could this guy be ......

Erica took a deep breath and thought it was too funny. Whether the media was touting or swearing, whether the populace was cheering or adoring, didn't anyone stand up and think about what if there wasn't a Gaul under that helmet? It would be especially embarrassing if that rider took off his helmet now and yelled at him.

Erica lowered her head and shook her head slightly, thinking: Fortunately, this trouble didn't implicate her. But in the next second, she received a text message on her mobile phone: "Erica, help." I was stranded on a street very close to the Pearle Tower, surrounded by marchers and jingcha trying to arrest me. I would like to ask how to leave? ”

The note on the phone number is 'a little idiot'.

Forgive me, O Virgin Mary, for jumping to conclusions too early. This kid is not only an idiot, but also a troublemaker.

Erica held her forehead with her hand, and since she became a subordinate of the elder Caroling, she had always been ruthless and decisive. Today is the first time she has encountered this kind of inexplicable mess, she really wants to do nothing as soon as she turns off the phone, but Zhou Qingfeng is very important to her, and she can't help it.

"You idiot, how could you run in front of Jing Cha? He also openly provoked the public power of the bureaucracy and drove his motorcycle to Jing Fang's armored car to juggle. Do you want to go to jail and play with yan? ”

"Eh, ......, how do you know I drove my motorcycle to an armored car?"

"How do I know, you ask? Now the whole world can see what you have done. ”

Zhou Qingfeng was surrounded by a large group of demonstrators, and he really wanted to cry without tears. Surrounded by frenzied crowds, excited journalists, countless cameras, drones, and mobile phones, it was really a kind of vertigo that made people spin around. He would be lifted off his motorcycle, his back held high by countless hands, and he paraded down the street like a mascot.

It was in this situation that Zhou Qingfeng asked Erica for help. He really had a dead heart, but fortunately no one would come to take off his motorcycle helmet and not let his face be exposed. He grabbed his phone in the chaos and texted Erica constantly: "These people are crazy, I heard they meant to carry me to the Arc de Triomphe." I really don't want to! ”

Hehehe......

Hahaha......

The media's drone filmed Uncle Zhou's pitiful condition from a high-altitude angle. Others see him as being watched by all eyes and loved by the people. Only Erica could understand his distress and helplessness by looking at the text messages he sent back, laughing until the wound was about to fall off and burst, and she was angry on the spot.

Erica rarely laughs, but today she is in such a good mood, and Uncle Zhou is so funny. It's just that she was lying in the hospital, and there was no way to save her, so she could only come up with an idea: "Now that the parade is getting bigger and bigger, Jing Fang will definitely organize a second interception, you can find a chance to run away yourself."

Note that you can't even keep your phone card if you lose it afterwards. Go buy an anonymous phone and contact me again at a different number. As far as I've seen from the media, it's better for you to escape south at the next intersection. Go to the thirteen districts of Palle, where there are many Asians and Chinese, although it is more chaotic, but it is suitable for you to hide. ”

"How do I get to the 13th arrondissement? I didn't have a penny on me, and my papers were gone. ”

"Figure it out for yourself. Do you want me to teach this kind of thing? ”

"But I really don't understand anything."

Erica doesn't bother anymore, just watching the excitement. Zhou Qingfeng knew that he couldn't go with the flow anymore and let others carry him away. He was just flustered and didn't know where to go, but now he has the ability to act when he has a goal. He rolled over at random and fell from the demonstrators who held him up. After landing on the ground, he didn't get up, and the cat scurried around in the crowd.

Waiting for Zhou Qingfeng to leap out of more than ten meters, the fanatical demonstrators did not notice anything unusual. These people continued to carry signs and shout slogans and move forward slowly. And ahead, the regrouped Jing Fang once again formed a barricade, vowing to wash away the shame and teach the gang of foolish guys a hard lesson, and it is best to catch the blatantly provocative bastard just now......

Send him to hell!

Zhou Qingfeng leaned to the side of the road and retreated against the wall. Pedestrians on the road failed to keep an eye on him, but many drones flying in mid-air kept him the center of attention. He raised his head and looked at the monitoring equipment in the sky in distress, a little difficult to deal with - the helmet he was wearing was too eye-catching, but when he took off the helmet, it was exposed.

"Hey, young man, come here." The shops on the side of the road were all closed, but the windows on the second floor of a house were opened, and an old Gallic man kept waving and shouting at Zhou Qingfeng: "Come here, can you climb up?" You are our hero, and we should protect you. ”

In the past, the window on the second floor was three or four meters high, and Zhou Qingfeng couldn't climb up because he was so tired. But now he has not only grown in size, but also in strength and jumping. With his arm outstretched, he stepped on the closed doors and windows on the first floor, and easily climbed to the windowsill on the second floor. The old Gallic man on the windowsill moved a few flower pots out of the way and pulled him in.

"Thank you, thank you." Entering the house, Zhou Qingfeng was really grateful. If it weren't for the kindness of this old Gallic man, he would not have been able to escape outside.

Hahaha..... the old man patted Zhou Qingfeng's shoulder very cutely, and praised him without hesitation: "Child, you are the pride of our Gaul." Now this society is so bad, so bad that it is desperate. It takes brave young people like you to break it. Come, you need to change your clothes. I'll tell you how to escape. Don't worry, those jingcha can't catch you. ”

The old man in Gaul was very enthusiastic, and found a few clothes from the closet that his son was wearing, handed them to Zhou Qingfeng, and asked him to go to the bathroom to change them. At the end of the day, the old man took him out of the other street at the back door of his house, led him into a car parked on the side of the road, drove him away, and finally gave him a hundred euros so that he could continue to escape.

On the other hand, with the pressure personally exerted by His Excellency the Prime Minister, Jing Fang was also quickly verifying Zhou Qingfeng's identity, quickly tracing back to the hospital where he escaped, and even linked to the hospital's Luo male robbery case. Similarly, through media reports, the elder Carolinge quickly realized that the target he was tracking had caused a big mess in the city center.

Prime Minister Philip, who was slapped in the face in public, angrily ordered that he should be severely punished, and the embarrassed Jing Fang grinded his teeth to arrest the suspect, and the inquiry call was quickly called to the old Caroling—this time it was Mr. Caroling's turn to shirk in every possible way and clear up his relationship with the matter.

"No, no, no, I don't know this suspect at all. This is a frame-up against our family, someone deliberately snatched the clothes of my men and pretended to be my people. I don't have any interest in the issue of zhengzhi either. ”

"Please believe me, Your Excellency, my family and I are definitely not involved in the 'vest movement'."

"Yes, I can assure Mr. Prime Minister. I would like to personally apologize to Prime Minister Philip if I could, and I have no disrespect for him. ”

Waiting for the call to end, old Carolinge frantically yelled 'Damn, shit, damn it'. Bacchus, who was sitting next to him, was very nervous and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what happened?" Who's calling? ”

"It's the head of the Jing Inspectorate, Dele Pues, who is telling me not to go against the authorities. I can only assure him that I have never had any deviance. Judging from the swaggering expression, old Carolinge was probably mad. He scolded hatefully, "Who the hell is that bastard? How dare he run into a demonstration? ”

Bacchus was also puzzled, and whispered, "Uncle, are we going to continue to track down that unknown guy?" ”

Old Carolingian scolded explosively: "Do you think I'm not in trouble enough to explain to Prime Minister Philip for me?" ”

Bacchus quickly shook his head, "Of course not." We need to keep a low profile. ”

"So cancel all operations now and talk about it later." After the old Carolingian scolded angrily, he leaned on the back seat of his luxury car and frowned, and said to himself in confusion: "Strange? Victor. Where did Hugo go? And who is the one who escaped? Why do I feel like there are more and more mysteries? ”