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Chapter 509: Riot

A photo taken by a French journalist in the aftermath of the disaster has been circulating on major portals on the Internet. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Two-thirds of the picture is a corpse covered in a white cloth, and the wife holding the child knelt in front of the corpse, clutching her husband's already cold hand and crying bitterly.

Tears washed the dust off her face, forming a furrow of grief, and in her arms, the child held a dirty doll in her hands, his eyes suspicious and frightened.

In the background is an endless ruin, a sunken sky, and a world of gray despair.

A line of blackened and bold captions is marked above the photo, with an air of coldness and despair.

"What's wrong with this world?"

Almost all the people in the Celestial Empire government who knew the truth went home that day and burned a stick of incense for the eighteenth generation of their ancestors.

Luckily, I flew from the other side of the Pacific! Straight from the border along Europe, where it was mostly uninhabited wasteland, the damage was not too great.

If the United States had come around the other side, the tide of disasters would have spread through almost the entire territory of China......

That kind of tragic scene, everyone dared not imagine.

Whether it is a news website, or a variety of tweets, Weibo is frantically refreshing various topics.

The most lively topics of conversation every day are where and where there is another earthquake, and where and what kind of disaster has occurred.

All sorts of videos and photos were turned over, and everyone pointed to the crimson dragon flying over the sky in disbelief.

This one...... Is it a dragon?!

Although all of the material was deleted by R-2 within five minutes of uploading, many people still downloaded it and circulated it among friends, spreading the seeds of horror.

All kinds of 'doomsday theories' have begun to resurgence again, and almost everyone is spreading the word of mouth that the end is coming.

The cult trend that had just been curbed began to spread again, and mass suicides, large-scale drug gatherings, and even all kinds of sacrificial activities and teachings that ran counter to human ethics began to spread everywhere like weeds.

The day after the shadow of the catastrophe swept over Europe, the major religions began to carry out various religious activities to calm the restless people.

Not only to comfort the undead, but also to talk about the suppression of this disaster to the minimum.

Unfortunately, the results were not satisfactory.

Demonstrations and riots of all kinds took place all the time, storming government offices, looting government supplies, and even several groups of thugs trying to attack military sites.

They threw rocks and Molotov cocktails at the blast police, shouted slogans in unison, and stormed the cordon again and again.

The tear gas and various equipment that used to be invincible suddenly turned against the mob this time, and after the crazy mob stoned two policemen to death, the riot police finally began to fight back.

It is not known who fired the gun first, in short, someone died.

The situation that followed was completely out of control, and in the former Paris, it had now turned into a sea of anger.

Countless people roared out the door, constantly pounding on that front; The appearance of the deceased outraged even more, and soon someone wrote a scarlet slogan out of his own blood and white cloth.

"After you have killed thirteen million people, do you want to continue to kill us!"

France, with a population of about 63 million, was on the path of the Angel of Death, and its population instantly fell by one-sixth.

Of course, the government will never thank it for helping them reduce their social welfare spending, but will only have more headaches.

Because they were going to give a public speech on the Place de la Concorde, Mr. President, was surrounded.

And in the middle of it, a helicopter sprayed with a black sè emblem flew in from a distance, hovering over everyone's heads.

The pale driver looked down at the rioting crowd below, turned his head and asked, "Ms. Chen, do you really want to go down?" ”

Chen Jing looked down expressionlessly, and just ordered, "Find the nearest helicopter landing pad." ”

The pilot said with some hesitation: "The nearest helipad is the apron of a shareholder of Crédit Lyonna......"

"You tell them that the tarmac was requisitioned by the Foundation." Chen Jingmo held a fountain pen in his hand and said in a tone that could not be refused: "No matter what kind of broken copper and iron is parked on it, I will stand on French soil in two minutes." ”

Some drivers, who were not comfortable with the boss's tough style, felt that they were starting to sweat and began to make urgent contact.

He secretly glanced at Chen Jingmo's eyes and felt his scalp tingle, if he didn't let this lady stand on French soil after two minutes, he felt that he would be thrown to French soil by this boss, of course, from a high altitude......

In fact, Chen Jingmo felt that it didn't matter if there was no plane, but in order to avoid most people seeing the scene of the mother's version of Spider-Man jumping in the air, he had to hold back his irritability and wait for the pilot to find the tarmac.

Just when the helicopter was still two or three meters away from the roof of the building, Chen Jingmo jumped down from the open cabin lightly, stepped on the obstructive high heels and landed on the ground, and straightened his somewhat disordered hair in the strong wind.

"Okay, you can take me to the scene."

Chen Jingmo put the pen in Xiong's pocket and said to the heavily armed soldiers.

The tarmac was on top of a building, and because of the riots and demonstrations outside, the gates of the building had already fallen, and the well-dressed elite white-collar workers were huddled behind the windows.

Because of this disaster, the financial markets of the whole of Europe have fallen into a long period of closure, and Crédit Lyonnais, as an investment bank, can only wait for the market to recover behind closed doors, and then play poker and drink coffee.

The lower the elevator went, the more noisy the chaotic sound Chen Jingmo heard; In the end, through an iron door, the sound of countless people shouting and roaring outside the door had already made the iron gate tremble just by resonating.

Chen Jingmo took a deep breath: "Open the door." ”

Behind her, the two heavily armed soldiers with riot shields glanced at each other, reluctantly stepped forward, and slowly opened the iron door through a gap.

As a result, tens of thousands of people surged in front of them.

They roared and waved their arms with various signs, and some of them were in the crowd throwing stones and other murder weapons at Mr. President, who was surrounded by soldiers in the distance.

I have to say that the president has indeed done his part.

The army was too slow to react, and if there were a few people with ulterior motives hiding in it, all it took was a bullet to make the poor president repeat it in the land of Louis XVI's fate.

Looking at the out-of-control scene outside the door, the soldier standing in front of the crack in the door gasped, turned his head and asked, "Ms. Chen, don't you need this?" ”

As he spoke, he patted his blast shield: "I think you need to pay attention to your own safety." ”

Chen Jingmo's gaze crossed his shoulder and looked at the crowd: "No, you just need to protect yourselves." ”

Protecting such a difficult important person for the first time, the soldier sighed helplessly, lifted the riot shield and batons, and walked out the door.

Armed with riot shields and rubber rollers, the riot policemen mercilessly pushed towards the marchers who dared to stop them.

They're experienced in dealing with it, and they just need a baton to hit the back of the heads of those die-hard guys.

They erected a wall with riot shields, protected Chen Jingmo in the middle, and moved forward with difficulty.

As if sensing a new target, those who were hiding in the crowd turned their heads and turned their frenzied gaze at the outsiders advancing from behind.

As a result, the pressure of the riot police suddenly increased several times, and stones were thrown in one after another, which made Chen Jingmo's mood more and more angry.

Although I can't hit myself, it's really too embarrassing.

Just as someone tried to throw Molotov cocktails at her, the anger that had been building up in her heart finally exploded.

She casually put her hand on the shoulder of the riot policeman in front of her, pulled him back from the front, put her slender fingers on the riot shield in his hand, pulled it suddenly, pinched the riot shield with her fingers, and slammed it on the face of the thug who wanted to get in through the gap.

Next, it is the destruction that makes everyone stunned.

Holding the anti-riot shield in his hand, Chen Jingmo completely used the strange power beyond ordinary people to call this thing as a door panel, and whoever dared to stand in front of him slapped it sideways, and the huge hidden power made the recruiter fly out upside down without the ability to resist.

So in the center of the crowd, all kinds of unlucky ghosts continued to fly up under the wave of shields, and Chen Jing silently and violently opened a path from the crowd and quickly advanced.

Finally, he walked up to a sluggish man in front of everyone, and then asked in pure French, "You threw the incendiary bomb just now, right?" ”

The person who couldn't accept the vision nodded sluggishly, and then Chen Jingmo smiled: "That's good." ”

She rolled up the sleeves of her suit and smiled coldly: "That's ...... I wouldn't have hit the wrong person. ”

Suddenly feeling a strong wind blowing in his face, Chen Jingmo's right tui in black sè xiku suddenly raised his shoulder, and then slammed it towards his face.

Boom!

It doesn't matter what the overall situation is most important to you, what you can't anger the masses, and what talent you have...... Get out of the way!

In the dull eyes of countless people, Chen Jingmo beat the guy who dared to throw Molotov cocktails at him, if Nima Lao Niang wasn't a reincarnation, she would have been disfigured just now!

Look at your Luther face, just die!

Fifteen seconds later, Chen Jingmo's feet moved away from the bruised and swollen guy and threw the crooked riot shield on him, [email protected]/*