Rise of the Wasteland

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a taxi and went on the road. He was injured in the eyes and was still deaf. He basically drove a car. Due to the complexity of the roads around Paris, he ran along the streets of Versailles to Paris, and it was difficult for the police behind to stop him.

In the back seat of Zhou Qingfeng's car, the unlucky family of three got screamed by this sudden shock journey, screaming the names of God and Maria.

The tires and the ground kept squeaking and rubbing, the brake pads were smoky, and the car body kept bumping back and forth. Zhou Qingfeng drove everywhere as if war broke out.

While driving, Zhou Qingfeng turned his head to look at the back seat. The family of three in the car saw his disfigured face, as if he was sitting on the express train leading to hell.

Zhou Qingfeng's family of three waved and roared again, but could not speak smoothly and could not express smoothly. He could only forcibly grab something from the family of three, first pulling over the lady's bag.

All the stuff in the bag is poured out. Most of it is cosmetics, and a mobile phone is useful. In addition, there is no bottle of water, but a portable vibrating stick.

Zhou Qingfeng threw his mobile phone at the front desk of the driver's seat and dragged his father's bag from a family of three. That bag had a bit of food and water, and Zhou Qingfeng stuffed it into his mouth at a very fast speed.

With the mobile phone, Zhou Qingfeng can contact the helper. The first thing he thought of was the Guo'an female officer who was in Paris, but the problem was ... he had always suspected that people were standing by his side and never asked the contact information of the female officer from beginning to end.

Fuck! At this time, the nearest helper could not cry out ...

However, Zhou Qingfeng still has four powerful helpers who can call out to help him, but he can't speak and can only send text messages. Because the situation was urgent and the car was unstable, he could only use the shortest possible words.

At this time, Belgrade, the Balkans, the once war-torn city was dormant in the night. In the corners of the streets and lanes, there are a lot of dazzling and dilapidated neon lights, and each light may be a flirtatious flesh field.

In the deafening music, the crowded night scene was crowded with a hundred or two hundred people. Everyone shouted ‘Butcher, Butcher, Butcher ...’ with red eyes, and his screaming exhaustion was extremely exhilarating and made people's hearts beat faster.

The shirtless butcher was sitting in front of a large table with a large golden sword, and his two thighs leaned left and right against the accompany girl. He grabbed a bottle of vodka and took a big sip, and with beard scumming around the two girls' full chests, causing the girls to laugh wildly.

Opposite the butcher's table, there was also a big man, but his expression was not so relaxed, even sweating and shortness of breath. He stared at an old-fashioned revolver on the stage, his nervous hands shaking.

"It's your turn." The butcher held the milk of the two girls and taunted the strong man opposite him. "Try your luck, maybe you can make a lot of money."

The butcher was already in front of a lot of money, and people around him were betting on him. When the opponent grabbed the revolver, countless people at the scene shouted ‘dead, die, die ...’.

There was fresh blood on the opposite table. It was a 'Russian Roulette' left by the previous person who bet against the butcher, betting on his life and money. A bullet in the revolver was randomly rotated, and then the participant pulled the trigger on his head.

Naturally, if you lose, you will lose your bet.

The butcher has won more than a dozen games tonight, and those who bet against him either can't bear the pressure and die, or they kill themselves. The winning butcher's momentum was like a rainbow, staring at the other side with Tong Ling's big eyes, and his mouth was full of bloodthirsty smiles, and a lot of people around him followed him to bet on him to win.

The strong man on the opposite side grabbed the revolver with a trembling hand and slowly pointed at his head. But he closed his eyes but didn't shoot, causing a hiss at the scene.

A thin guy squeezed into the butcher's side. He took the butcher's stout arm and shouted in a noisy voice: "Boss, butcher, you have a text message on your mobile phone."

"Did you see that I was busy?" The butcher turned back unhappyly, very angry. He is admiring his opponent's dying hesitation and struggle, and he prefers the much-anticipated excitement at the scene.

The skinny guy said timidly: "Boss, you said you have a phone call to remind you, no matter what you are doing."

"Let's wait until the opposite guy is dead." The butcher was raising his head and waved his hand to drive the thin guy away. It was only when his little follower disappeared into the crowd that he shouted again, "Wait, is that the number I said is important?"

"I don't know if it's important or not." The thin guy quickly squeezed back and handed the cellphone to the butcher. "It's just that the boss, you said that few people know about this number, I think it should be important."

"Really, that **** disturbed my interest." The butcher took the call unhappyly, and found out that a strange number had sent him a text message. Texting is very simple, really simple, just a few words.

Me, Victor, help!

The butcher suddenly burst into flames when he saw these three words, and almost jumped up and scolded, "This liar? How dare you lie to my uncle Butcher? Are you asking me to make money next?"

The furious butcher threw the phone back to his little follower again. "You reply, ask his address, I'm going to kill him."

The skinny follower responded to the message and the butcher was thrown into the excitement of roulette. The strong man across from him hadn't fired yet, and the whole man was already wet from the water.

The butcher was summoning his spirits to urge his opponent to commit suicide, and the younger shouted again, "Boss, boss, he replied. He said he was in Versailles."

"Are you a fool? I didn't find this a liar! I let you reply that you're out of business." The butcher was so angry that the skinny young classmates were blasted away again.

The crowd continued to clamor, and the shouts of ‘dead death’ continued one after another. The skinny follower did not dare to approach the butcher, and silently retracted into the corner of the crowd again.

The butcher laughed again, and the strong man opposite him was about to collapse. Whether to gamble to make money or to give up all your chips to save your life is a difficult decision.

But at the happiest time, the butcher's smile slowly converged. He turned his head again, thinking for a while and shouting at the crowd, "Give me my phone again."

The volume of this sound is very high ~ www.readwn.com ~ It calmed down the whole audience.

The little followers trembled again, but not as excited as before. He handed the cell phone to the butcher again, and asked weakly, "Boss, what have I done wrong?"

The butcher didn't answer. He frowned as he looked at the simple text message on the phone. He typed the word Versailles into a search engine, and soon saw the latest news about Versailles. Terrorists attacked Versailles, causing three deaths and one injury. Paris is on alert, and police are pursuing fugitives.

Oh ..., and this operation?

After stunning for a few seconds, the butcher grinned immediately and laughed: "Hahaha ... this bastard, he also has bad times, he was stung and run away."

The butcher wanted to call back, but he could not answer it. He wrote a text message and asked, "Are you alive?"

The phone quickly responded, "I'll die if I don't come again!"

"Victor, do you have today ?!" Hahaha ... Thinking of a arrogant guy being chased by the police, the butcher was happy.