A three-bedroom B&B near the Théâtre de la Patit, this classically decorated room is located in the heart of the most artsy part of Paris, with a balcony overlooking the old Théâtre de Gette. The transportation is also very convenient, the subway station is at the door, not to mention, but also in all directions. Although the surrounding area is prosperous, it is not noisy at all, and it is a rare good place to take a quiet place.

On Christmas night, the neighborhood is eerily quiet, with no pedestrians on the streets, only the sound of snowflakes falling, and the distant fireworks reflected in the transparent glass windows, interweaving postcard-like images with the lights in the rooms.

However, the most striking thing in this postcard-like picture is not the brilliant fireworks or the brilliant crystal lamp, but a graceful female silhouette. Just the vague silhouette gives people the feeling that she must be a big beauty.

There was no doubt that the shadow belonged to the tenant of this room, and through the glass window she could be seen reclining on the sofa watching TV. Just like the silhouette gives people, the tenant is a rare beauty, even in Paris, where there are many beautiful women, it is rare to find such a characteristic model, not only with a slender waist and long legs, but also with a beautiful short hair.

Generally speaking, it is easy for a woman to have short hair without femininity, but she is different, skillfully blending delicate and wild, giving people a rebellious and frank special feeling.

It's rare for people to show their personality without speaking, but this short-haired woman just watches TV boredly, which makes people intuitively feel that she is such a woman.

This woman is none other than Gao Yuemei, who was held hostage by Jing Quan.

Because the landlord of this B&B is a Chinese, and the tenants are mainly facing the Chinese, so the landlord deliberately installed a Tmall TV box, but I don't know why, today's network seems to be a little unstable, and Huaxia's TV station often appears to be stuck, which makes Gao Yuemei very unhappy.

In fact, since Jing Quan used her to blackmail Lin Zhinuo, Lin Zhinuo cut off Jing Xing's hand in response, Gao Yuemei has not been very happy, she originally thought that she would be able to see Lin Zhinuo soon, but Lin Zhinuo didn't take her seriously at all, except for threatening Jing Quan to ensure her safety, he almost ignored her. This made Gao Yuemei, who risked her life for thousands of miles to see Lin Zhinuo, very sad, but the more sad she was, the more Gao Yuemei wanted to see Lin Zhinuo, and the more she wanted to see her, the deeper this longing became.

Like a curse.

Gao Yuemei stared at the TV series without focus, and the remote control in her hand kept pressing, trying to find a TV station she was interested in, but her attention couldn't be concentrated at all, and her mind was full of Lin Zhinuo's indifference and the grievances she had suffered.

Seeing the fireworks rising outside the window and the cheerful Christmas advertisement playing on the TV, Gao Yue's beauty and sorrow came from it, and she couldn't help but cry.

Hearing the cry, Izumi who was in the room walked out, wearing a white bathrobe, a skin-tightening clay mask, and a razor in his hand, which was still stained with black hair, and from the length it was obviously not a beard, but leg hair. The movements of the legs and arms are very feminine, and with the round inches that can be seen even on the scalp and the strong physique, the feeling of the arises spontaneously.

"What's wrong?" asked Izumi.

"Nothing..... It's just a little homesick....." Gao Yuemei shook her head and said.

"Homesick?" Jing Quan sneered, "Forget it! I must have thought of that ruthless and unrighteous stinky man again..... Scum. ”

"Lin Zhinuo is not a scum...."Gao Yuemei wiped her tears and said.

"Isn't he a scum?" Jing Quan snorted and said meaningfully, "Xiaomei, you must not only look at the appearance of people, in today's society, you don't know the face of the person but don't know the heart, some people's appearance is still fake!"

"Fake, you mean plastic surgery?" Gao Yuemei stopped sobbing and asked suspiciously, "But Lin Zhinuo has no traces of a knife on his face at all!

"And what else do you like about him?"

"Knowledgeable and talented....."

"There are more knowledgeable and talented people in the world, why do you like him?"

"I ......"

"If Lin Zhinuo didn't look like he was now, but he was just an ordinary man, would you still like him?"

"Of course!" replied quickly and firmly.

Jing Quan sneered again, and just as he wanted to turn around and walk into the room, he heard an emergency news on the TV, "Now there is an urgent news insertion, France 1 TV has suffered a terrorist attack, and the police have blocked the TV station." The information about the installation of gas devices by terrorists throughout the city has not yet been confirmed by the police, who ask the general public not to panic, not to go out, and to wait at home for the results of further investigations. Now I have asked the reporter from the front to send us a report on the scene. ”

Jing Quan hurriedly walked from behind the TV to the front, and when he saw Gao Yuemei holding the remote control, he hurriedly said, "Don't change the channel." ”

"Oh!" Gao Yuemei put down the remote control and watched the news broadcast on the French Chinese channel with Jing Quan, the picture shows the female host wearing a down jacket and a woolen hat standing in the wind and snow, with the brightly lit French No. 1 TV building behind her, as well as countless French policemen with loaded guns and police cars with rotating police lights.

"This is the main entrance of the French First TV station, just now in the news studio on the ninth floor of this building, the terrorist wearing the Santa Claus jacket announced that he was about to attack the whole city of Paris with poison gas, you can see that the terrorist is very ingenious to make the lights of the building, made a ...... 'clown' shape, which is different from what we thought, it doesn't look like the behavior of extremist religious elements, more like a Christmas super prank......

The cameraman raised the camera, and a clown head made of lights appeared on the TV, and it was constantly changing its expression, sometimes crying, sometimes laughing, sometimes exploding into scattered fireworks, sometimes gathered into a giant clown mask by countless clown masks......

It looks like a grand light show, without a hint of a terrorist attack at all.

Gao Yuemei, who was still glistening with tears in her eyes, couldn't help laughing: "Is this funny?"

Jing Quan also shook his head, looking at his expression seemed to be too child's play, he turned around and walked towards the bedroom again, and then heard the host on the TV say: "The latest news, Napoleon VII, a descendant of the Emperor of France, published a new video on Twitter, he warned the citizens of Paris not to think that this terrorist attack was a joke, and to quickly go to find gas masks, or immediately move to the upper floors above the fifteenth floor or go to the subway station to wait for rescue, and do not have any luck in launching a terrorist attack!" The Sith the Clown is not an ordinary person, but the 'Chosen One'...... For too long, governments around the world, including the French government, have been hiding the truth from the public....."

"Napoleon VII, Napoleon still has descendants?" Gao Yuemei felt that this "Napoleon VII" was creating conspiracy theories in a grandstanding, let alone that a terrorist attack would come, but she was surprised by the name Napoleon VII and the outrageous words of the people who owned it.

Jing Quan didn't know who "Napoleon VII" was, and he didn't stop, but when he heard the words "the chosen one", he trembled, and immediately tore off his mask and looked back at the TV. The TV screen only showed a screenshot of Napoleon VII's Twitter video, and the full video was not played, but Izumi already knew that things were not so simple when he saw Napoleon VII with a serious expression.

He said with a calm face: "Xiaomei, hurry up and get dressed, let's get out of here!"

Gao Yuemei was a little puzzled and asked, "What's wrong?"

"The terrorist attack should be true. Izumi walked briskly towards the room and said, "I'll go find a gas mask, be prepared." ”

"Brother Quan, are you serious?" Gao Yuemei straightened up and said in surprise.

"Do you know what the Chosen One is?"

Gao Yuemei shook her head.

"Lin Zhinuo is the Chosen One. ”

Speaking of Lin Zhinuo, Gao Yuemei immediately became excited, and she didn't care about the "terrorist attack" at all, but said with a smile: "The Chosen One, no wonder Lin Zhinuo is so powerful...... It turns out that he is the Chosen One....." After a pause, Gao Yuemei jumped up from the sofa with a pillow and asked loudly, "Brother Quan, what exactly is the Chosen One?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Get dressed! Run for your life now! If he doesn't save you, he has nothing to do with you!"

Gao Yuemei pursed her lips and muttered: "The Chosen One, it sounds very powerful!"

Gao Yuemei threw down the pillow and went back to the room to get dressed, she had difficulty choosing what to wear to a big brand bought in Paris, and Jing Quan, who had already dressed, knocked on the door and asked, "It's not good yet!"

Takatsuki Mei picked up a fur designed by Ralph Rucci, opened the door and asked, "Do you wear this?"

Jing Quan rolled his eyes and said, "Are you going to Paris Fashion Week, or are you going to the runway? Is it okay to run for your life now? and dress yourself up as a lady? If you don't want to be QJed, you can dress casually.....

"QJ? The security in Paris is a bit bad, but it's not so dangerous!"

Jing Quan slapped his forehead, pushed Gao Yuemei forward, and said eagerly: "My eldest lady! I really don't have time to delay! Hurry up! Hurry up! Wear casually." ”

"Whatever?"

"Okay, okay!"

Jing Quan's words and deeds finally made Gao Yuemei realize that the situation was wrong, she quickly pulled out the Moncler down jacket that she had bought and had not worn once, casually put on a pair of loose jeans, took her mobile phone and hurriedly walked out of the room, Jing Quan was already standing at the door with a bag.

"Miss, hurry up!" Jing Quan raised his wrist and looked at his watch, "No time!

Gao Yuemei walked to the door and looked down at the contents of Jingquan's bag, which were two red plastic boxes with the logo of a gas mask painted on them, she opened her mouth and still couldn't believe it: "It's really going to be a poison gas attack?"

Jing Quan didn't want to pay attention to Gao Yuemei anymore, opened the door with a cold face and walked out quickly.

Gao Yuemei hurriedly followed, and just as Gao Yuemei closed the door, the speech of Michel, the French Commander-in-Chief, began to be broadcast on the TV: " Citizens of France, this is probably my last televised speech, now Paris is facing an unprecedented crisis, terrorists have placed poison gas devices in the sewers of the city of Paris, and now the gendarmerie special service (GIGN French anti-terrorist unit) has been fully mobilized, but now it has suffered a setback, not only gas devices in the sewers, but also bombs and mines, many military and police have been injured, which has greatly affected our investigation......"

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Gao Yuemei followed Jing Quan to the elevator room, and the two of them waited for a while, and finally waited for the elevator to come down, but the two elevators were all full. Looking at the full people in the elevator, Jing Quan immediately said, "Take the stairs." ”

"This is the ninth floor!" Gao Yuemei said.

Jing Quan ignored Gao Yuemei, turned around and walked briskly towards the safety staircase. Gao Yuemei could only wave her hand helplessly to follow, and the two walked into the stairwell only to hear the sound of hurried footsteps, and many anxious foreigners were grabbing the escalator to go downstairs quickly, not only the old man with gray hair and lying down, but also the woman holding the child.......

Everyone ran downstairs as if they were in an earthquake. Gao Yuemei realized that she had really encountered a terrorist attack, and her expression became nervous, and she subconsciously asked Jing Quan in front of her: "There is really a terrorist attack.....! Where are we going?"

"Let's see if we can go to the outskirts of the city, and if not, go to the tallest building nearby!" said Jing Quantou without replying.

Two people rushed downstairs, the building security guards who usually stayed at the door were gone, and the narrow street that was empty just now was full of people, everyone was rampage like headless flies, and many people were pushed to the ground without a word of apology. The middle of the road was crowded with cars, but the speed of driving was slower than the people next to them walking, and the horns kept ringing, and the noisy people were annoyed. The entrance to the subway station on the left was already crowded with people who wanted to take refuge, and French, English, and German profanities were flying in the cold air, and everyone was desperate to get there.

The advertising video wall that towered to the left of the subway station also stopped playing commercials, and the speech of Michel, the president of France, was playing, and the elegant French tone flowed through the streets of Paris with the cold wind.

“...... We will do everything in our power to prevent this catastrophe, and it is not only my responsibility, but also the responsibility of every French citizen. Tonight, no matter where you come from, no matter what you believe, we will all resist the attacks of terrorism together! We will never surrender to the terrorists! Long live the great French people! The great French Fifth Republic is immortal! God is with us!"

"Woo~!Woo~!Woo~!"

At the moment when Michel, the commander of France, finished speaking, the air raid siren suddenly exploded in mid-air, everyone stopped talking, the streets were filled with subtle silence, and some children cried loudly, like a trumpet of charge, which made the crowd move again, and the shouts rang out in one.

I saw a woman being wrapped in a crowd of people who wanted to enter the subway station, holding a child and struggling, while shouting something, but no one around paid attention to her, some people couldn't help her, and some people were caught in it and couldn't move, let alone help her.

Gao Yuemei rolled her throat, pulled Jing Quan's sleeve and said, "Brother Quan..... Help her ......"

Jing Quan glanced at the subway station comparable to the morning rush hour in the capital, and sneered: "We are already unable to protect ourselves, and we still save people.

Finding that the other party's face was already red, Gao Yuemei gritted her teeth and rushed over to the crowd and shouted in English: "Stop.....!

But her voice was so insignificant in the midst of a cacophony of cries that no one paid any attention to her.

Jing Quan frowned, turned back to Gao Yuemei and said, "Are you in the water in your brain?"

"I'm a doctor! I can't see death without saving .....," Gao Yuemei said angrily.

Jing Quan cut a sound, pulled his legs and left, walked a distance and turned around to find that Gao Yuemei was still at the door of the subway station and wanted to push away those crowded people and rescue the Caucasian woman with a slightly bruised face, he clenched his fist and scolded in a low voice: "Why are women so stupid!"

After saying that, Jing Quan turned around and walked back to the crowd at the entrance of the subway station, he grabbed the collar of the people standing on the periphery like a chicken and ripped them open, those people opened their mouths to scold, and saw that it was a beast with a straight face like Dwayne Johnson, and could only mumble a few words and give up.

Jing Quan rescued the Caucasian woman who was holding the child, and Gao Yuemei hurriedly supported the wheezing woman and asked her some questions, thinking that she had nothing to do before letting go of her hand.

Jing Quan saw that Gao Yuemei was still talking nonsense, grabbed her arm and dragged her away, and at the same time said viciously: "If you don't still have some use value, I will definitely ignore a fool like you! No wonder Cheng Mo doesn't like you......."

"What did you say?" Gao Yuemei said incredulously, "Cheng ...... Silent...... What's the matter with Guan Chengmo?"

Jing Quan looked at the crowd of people running on the street and the flooded vehicles, and said with a cold face: "Hurry up and send an email to that son of a bitch! I want him to protect my brother, if my brother has three long and two short, I will definitely ...... his uncle, aunt and cousin" After a pause, Jing Quan said with a cruel smile, "And his teacher lover..... Shen Youyi..... Kill them all......"

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The USS George W. Bush's nuclear-powered aircraft carrier's operations command room was still smoky.

Stern King, who was cross-legged, was smoking a cigar and drinking whiskey to listen to the information coming from all sides, and when he saw that the holographic map showed that the defense line of the Chinese army in Denmark and Flensburg, Germany had been broken through, Stern King's face changed slightly. He immediately inquired about the information through "Athena", and when he learned that it was the Taiji Dragon's men who had forced his way through the line, Stern King's expression began to wander.

Franklin Clay Pandorf asked, "Consul Kim, what's wrong?"

Stern King put down his glass, got up from his seat and said, "I always felt that something was wrong. ”

"What's wrong?"

"It stands to reason that the people of Taiji Dragon should not be so eager to break through the defense line and leave Denmark...... But not only did they do this, but even Xie Guangling personally killed Christine, and they had to leave without turning their faces against our star gate..... This is really not their Tai Chi Dragon style of doing things!" Stern King quickly picked up the mobile phone on the table and said hurriedly, "There is a problem!"

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December 25, 2020 at 9 a.m.

The experimental Ouyu high-speed train arrived on the outskirts of Paris, passed through a field and entered a long tunnel, where it soon stopped at an underground fortification-like place.

As soon as the car stopped, the Taijilong students, who were sitting on their buttocks, stood up one after another, and when the train door opened, a group of people walked off the train in an orderly manner. Cheng Mo and Xie Minyun got out of the car at the end.

The shape of this underground fortification is almost the same as the interior of the "dock" just now, and Cheng Mo can't see it clearly in the dark, except for the faint light of the indicator light, he can see that the German painted on the wall has changed to French, and he also sees a lot of boxes printed with the Ouyu logo, which look like weapons, but he doesn't see anything special here.

After waiting in the darkness for a while, a German man with a flashlight came down from the cab of the high-speed train, and after a few words of conversation with Bai Xiuxiu, he led everyone towards the steel staircase by the platform. Up the stairs is still a platform, and a cylindrical maglev train is parked next to the platform. Cheng Mo held his breath and heard the German man say to Bai Xiuxiu that he would take them to the center of Paris by this car, as for how to get from the center of Paris to Le Bourget Airport, it is up to them, taxi, subway or bus are all good choices, anyway, it doesn't take long to go from the city center to Le Bourget Airport, and it only takes ten minutes from here to the city center.....

Bai Xiuxiu breathed a sigh of relief, said "thank you", turned around and arranged for the students to get on the bus again, and said with a smile: "Now we are basically safe, as long as we arrive at Le Bourget Airport safely, we can go back to China directly!"

The students all cheered, and when they saw the subway door open and there were seats on it, they all rushed up, and their excitement was overflowing.

Cheng Mo, who was standing on the side of the stairs, looked at the shimmering circular entrance in front of the maglev train, almost fitting the body, and thought: "It would be nice if this maglev train could go directly to Le Bourget Airport.......

(There will be no change tomorrow)