Rise of the Wasteland

At dawn, Ai Jielin woke up all night. There was a turbulent mix of sweat and body fluid in the room, which made people all lazy.

The French girl didn't remember how many times she had hid last night, only she knew that the man didn't give her life or death, but later she fed her.

"It's an unprecedented experience. It's never been so satisfying." Ai Jielin is particularly satisfied with 'Lin Sen''s tongue. Compared to the hard-drying of a pile driver, she feels that she has been opened to a new world.

Climbing up, I saw a mess in the room. The sheets were torn and stained with dessert, even Ai Jielin herself. She walked into the bathroom, changed her loose T-shirt, and then got out of the room with a vacuum.

"Lin." Ai Jielin shouted and heard that there was a response from the first floor, so she went down, but saw Zhou Qingfeng, who was dressed neatly, sitting on a rocking chair, and a half-faced young woman was kneeling in front of him. "Lin, who is this woman?"

Ai Jielin was very surprised, Zhou Qingfeng spread her hands and said, "Uh ..., the slave girl who came to the door."

"Slave?" Ai Jielin stepped forward and looked around, still wondering what was going on?

"Yeah." Zhou Qingfeng talked about the attack last night, but did not say what happened to the group. He only said that he had settled the enemy, and he stayed alive for one night.

"Wait." Ai Jielin suddenly pointed at the female slave on the ground in horror and shouted, "You mean the person who licked me last night was her, not you?"

"Huh." Zhou Qingfeng nodded. "The idea that came to my mind suddenly was wonderful, right? You like it too!"

"I ..., I ..." Ai Jielin wanted to say that she didn't like it at all, but her body was honest. She could only raise her voice a little more and shouted, "No ... I don't like strangers touching me, I don't like it at all."

Ai Jielin yelled frantically and jumped back and forth. Zhou Qingfeng only sighed and looked at the woman lying in front of himself. The captured female captive was about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing a black suit, originally wearing a turban, but now the turban is missing.

Without a headscarf, the female captive is a pretty girl. Her French is not very good, but Arabic is fluent. Zhou Qingfeng has just asked for a long time, and the situation is probably clear.

The trouble that came to him last night was a Green Religion gang, which was dominated by local chickens and mixed with various green believers from North Africa and the Middle East. This is a black and white organization. They have a second generation of Albanian with French nationality, and also Middle Eastern refugees who have just arrived in France.

Because of cultural background and religious beliefs, this green gang is particularly closed in France. Their communities are small, but they have a large population. Their internal contacts are predominant, and they almost never contact outsiders.

Even the French police didn't know much about this Green Religion gang. They only knew that they were doing smuggling and human trafficking. They often couldn't get started when they wanted to investigate. Even their organizational structure was not clear.

Because many members of this green group don't even know French, the girl caught by Zhou Qingfeng is actually doing translation and miscellaneous work. How could anyone know that the person who brought her out was suddenly all over, and now she was alone. Then she could only cry silently, and kept crying.

The green female prisoners knew little about it and could not tell much.

And Ai Jielin finally calmed down after venting a pass, she calmed down her emotions and concluded: "You said that someone was going to kill you last night, you drove those people away and seized the female slave, then forced the female slave to join us .... Oh my gosh, I was actually made by a woman ... "

Zhou Qingfeng nodded, Ai Jielin didn't know how to describe the man in front of her. She stomped a few kicks on the ground, and then called a few times unpleasantly: "You are not afraid that the killers will come to you again?"

"Well ... the batch shouldn't come last night. And those behind the scenes, if they don't come to me, I will go to them." Zhou Qingfeng's trip to Paris has never been a big deal.

"What are you going to do with this slave girl?" Ai Jielin asked.

"She said her name was Safiya, from Libya, she had studied and educated, and lived with her uncle and uncle when she arrived in France. Now it seems to be just a little coward. When I get her uncle and uncle, let her It seems. "Zhou Qingfeng seemed very kind and spoke very well.

Ai Jielin rolled her eyes, shook her head slightly, and ran back to the room to call. After half an hour, she ran back in frustration, holding her mobile phone, and looked at Zhou Qingfeng with a recognizing eye.

"You have been rewarded 200 million dollars?"

"I thought you knew it."

"Hell, how did I know this? I thought you were just a star with a very bold mind, and I was fascinated by my temperament, and then I wanted to put you to sleep. As a result, I now know that your background is deep.

Ai Jielin patted her forehead as if she regretted or was afraid of a decision she made. She asked again, "My father said that someone was going to kill you before but was killed in advance. Is this something to do with you?"

"If you are referring to Gusinski, then you are right." Zhou Qingfeng was not afraid to admit, "Don't you think I am a good person?"

French girls can only sigh!

"I really underestimated you." Ai Jielin's tone became extremely serious. She launched the springboard software on her mobile phone to connect to the "dark web", and brushed out the prediction post by Zhou Qingfeng.

The post was updated a few hours ago, and there were more than a dozen photos taken under Gusinski's head, all of whom were deadly miserable people, and they were biased towards Arabs in terms of clothes and face. Below these photos is a short comment that doesn't end there.

The public opinion on the 'Dark Web' has been stirred again. Not many people know these Arabs, and their fame is obviously inferior to Gusinski. But green teaching Azu is a trouble, a big trouble. These groups are all weak scum, but they are many, and they have religious fanaticism, which is very difficult.

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"This is the person you just said to get rid of. The corpse?" Ai Jielin would not be afraid of the terrible corpse in the photo, but she had a strong woman's hard spirit and boldness.

In contrast, Zhou Qingfeng is much more bland, and he still has the expression that is not timid, slow, or flustered. "All said that it has been dealt with, there is no need to worry too much."

Ai Jielin stared at Zhou Qingfeng for a long time, "You and my father are very similar, very much like hooligans and villains who ignore the law. You can do whatever you want, with almost no restrictions. I have always wanted to get rid of my father Shadow, but did not expect to walk into the shadow of another bastard. "

The French girl scolded and scolded, noisy, and finally sat weakly in front of Zhou Qingfeng and sighed. Zhou Qingfeng thought that the matter had been resolved in this way. Who knew that not long after the noise of vehicles running and braking suddenly came from the manor house.

After a while, several sturdy bodyguards with rounded waists came in from the outside. These burly guys looked terrible, but the words were very polite. After recognizing Zhou Qingfeng, he stepped forward respectfully and said, "Mr. Lin, our boss wants to see you. If I have time, I hope to move."

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