Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1514: Me, Victor, help!

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Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a taxi and went on the road. He was injured in the eyes and was still deaf. Driving was basically a bump. Because the roads around Paris are very complicated, he ran all the way down the street from Versailles to Paris. It was difficult for the police behind to block him.

And in the back seat of the Zhou Qingfeng car, a family of three who got in the car happily screamed in shock at this sudden thrilling journey, screaming the names of God and Mary.

The tires squeak and rub against the ground, the brake pads squeak and smoke, and the car body crashes back and forth. The Zhou Qingfeng is driving like a war, where it is ruined and messy.

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

Zhou Qingfeng waved and shouted at a family of three, but they could not express it smoothly. He can only forcibly grab things from the family of three, first pulling over the lady's bag.

All the things in the bag are poured out, most of them are cosmetics, and a useful one is a mobile phone. In addition, there is no bottle of water, but there is a portable vibrator.

Zhou Qingfeng left the phone at the front desk of the driver ’s seat, and then dragged the bag brought by his father in a family of three. That bag was a bit of water and water, and was stuffed into the mouth by Zhou Qingfeng at a very fast speed.

With a mobile phone, Zhou Qingfeng can contact the helper. The first thing he thought of was the Guoan female officer in Paris, but the problem was ... he had always been suspected of being in the way, and never asked the female officer's contact information from beginning to end.

Fuck! At this time, the helper closest to you couldn't shout ...

However, there are still four powerful helpers that Zhou Qingfeng can call out to help, but he ca n’t speak and can only send SMS. Due to the urgent situation and unstable body, he could only use the shortest possible words.

At this time, Belgrade in the Balkans, the once war-torn city is now dozing in the night. There are many dazzling and run-down neon lights in the corners of the streets and alleys. Under each light, it may be an indulgent hideout.

In the deafening music, one or two hundred people crowded in the crowded night scene. Everyone shouted ‘Butcher, Butcher, Butcher ...’ with red eyes. The shouting cry was extremely exciting and caused people ’s hearts to accelerate.

The shirtless Butcher and bold and uninhibited are sitting in front of a large table, and the two thighs are leaning on the left side and the right side without a ray of wine accompaniment. He grabbed a bottle of vodka in his hand and filled it with a big sip, and rubbed his beard on the two girls' full chests, causing the girl to laugh.

And a burly man was sitting opposite the desk of Butcher, but the expression was not so easy, even sweating and shortness of breath. He stared at an old revolver on the stage, his nervous hands shaking.

"It's your turn." Butcher grabbed the milk of the two girls and ridiculed the strong man on the opposite side. "Try your luck, maybe you can make a lot of money."

A lot of banknotes have been piled up in front of Butcher, and the people around him have put their bets on him. When the opponent grabbed the revolver, countless people on the scene were shouting 'die, die, die ...'.

There is fresh blood on the table opposite, which was left by the previous person who bet against Butcher-'Russian Roulette', and he bet with his life and money. A bullet in the left wheel randomly rotates, and then the participant pulls the trigger towards his head.

If you lose, you will naturally withdraw, and the timid will lose their bets.

Butcher has won more than ten games in a row tonight, and the people who bet against him either ca n’t bear the pressure to finish, or kill themselves. The win-win Butcher looks like a rainbow, staring at the bell with big eyes and a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, and a lot of people around him bet on him to win.

The strong man on the opposite side grabbed the left wheel with trembling hands and slowly pointed to his head. But he closed his eyes but did not shoot, causing a boo at the scene.

A thin guy squeezed in around Butcher. He grabbed Butcher ’s thick arms and shouted in a noisy voice: "boss, Butcher boss, your phone has SMS."

"Don't you see that I am busy?" Butcher turned his head unhappy, very angry. He is admiring his opponent's dying hesitation and struggling. He prefers the much-anticipated stimulation on the spot.

The thin guy said timidly: "boss, you said you have to call to remind you, no matter what you are doing."

"Wait until the guy on the opposite side is dead." Butcher is on his head, waving away the thin guy. It's just that when his little follower was hidden in the crowd, he shouted again: "Wait, is that the number I said is important?"

"I do n’t know whether it ’s important or not." The thin guy quickly squeezed back and handed the phone to Butcher. "It ’s just that boss. You said that this number is only known by few people. I think it should be important."

"Really, that **** disturbed my interest." Butcher took the phone uncomfortably and found out that he was sent an SMS by a strange number. SMS is very simple, really simple, just a few words.

Me, Victor, help!

Butcher saw these three words suddenly burst into flames, almost jumped and scolded, "This is that liar? Dare to deceive me Butcher uncle? Next, do you want me to fight for money?"

The violent Butcher threw the phone back to his servant, "You reply, ask him for the address, I'm going to kill him."

The thin follower responded to the message, and Butcher was again excited about roulette. The strong man across from him had not shot yet, and the whole person had been drowning in the water and was generally wet.

Butcher is vigorously urging his opponent to commit suicide, and the little follower shouted again: "boss, boss, he responded. He said he was in Versailles."

"Are you a fool? I didn't find this to be a liar! I'm letting you reply that you're out of business." Butcher was so hot, and the anger shook the thin follower away.

The crowd continued to clamor, and the shouts of ‘death dies’ came one after another. The skinny follower did not dare to approach Butcher and silently retracted back to the corner of the crowd.

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

At the most happy time, Butcher's smile was slowly converging. He turned his head again, and in a moment of contemplation shouted into the crowd, "My phone, give me one more time."

The sound is so loud that it calms down the audience.

Small chaps appeared again and again, but there was no excitement before. He handed the phone to Butcher again and asked weakly: "boss, what am I doing wrong?"

Butcher did not answer. He looked at the simple SMS on his phone and frowned. He entered the word Versailles into the search engine, and soon saw the latest news about Versailles-terrorists attacked Versailles, causing three deaths and one injury. The police are on alert throughout Paris, and the police are rushing to hunt down fugitives.

Oh ..., is there such an operation?

Stunned for a few seconds, Butcher immediately grinned and said: "Ha Ha Ha ..., this bastard, he also had a bad luck, he was actually pushed and run away."

Butcher wants to call back, but can't answer the call. He wrote SMS and asked, "Are you still alive?"

The phone responded quickly, "I'm really dead if I don't come again!"

"Victor, do you have today too ?!" Ha Ha Ha ..., thinking of a certain arrogant guy who was chased by the police all over the city, Butcher was happy to call it a pleasure.