Super Special Forces King

Facing so many policemen, France didn't think too much and hurriedly walked through the back door, but the police didn't find him.

I finally got to the garage and drove out, but a policeman stopped at the garage gate.

Francis's heart sank, his feet sank, he stepped on the accelerator, and the powerful car rushed out, hit the driver's seat, rammed the police car out, and the police in the cab disappeared on the spot.

Out of the garage, France began to run for his life. This was his only way of life. He knew that he was finished, and he had to flee if he wanted to live.

In less than a few minutes, the police had already reflected that more than a dozen police cars were chasing him.

France's car skills are not good. He can drive only by himself. He usually drives with bodyguards. Even he doesn't know the road and runs around.

Fortunately, his car is good and powerful.

But he found that his car was slowing down, no matter how he stepped on the accelerator, it was useless.

Look at the oil gauge pointer has reached the bottom, there is no oil.

How could it be out of oil?

In fact, he didn't know that all the cars in his garage only had spare fuel, and the fuel tank was touched by Zhang Feng. As long as the car was driven for a certain distance and there were some bumps, the fuel tank would start to leak.

The car stopped moving, and France was soon surrounded by police cars.

He knew that there was a pistol in the car, just under the seat, for emergency use.

But now the gun is of no use to him. There are so many police officers out there. As long as he raises the pistol and points the gun at the policeman, he will be beaten into a hornet's nest.

And he didn't want to die, he didn't have the courage to commit suicide.

So after the police shouted once, France came out with his hands raised above his head.

A group of special police officers went up, grabbed him, covered his head with a black cover, and took him into the police car.

France didn't struggle and didn't call out grievances, because he knew it was useless.

However, there is still a fluke in his heart, that is, he believes that his father will find a way to save him, and that he is rich and wants to go to jail. He can go from death sentence to life sentence, and then suspended sentence, sentence reduction, etc...Finally It will be out within a year and a half.

He understands these processes, no matter how big the matter is, just have money.

If the money cannot be made, it is because it is not enough.

Less than three hours have passed since France was arrested, and the news that France was arrested has already been reported on the Internet.

Of course, Zhang Feng also watched it, thinking that the speed of the Roman City police is still possible, which is reassuring.

In fact, if Zhang Feng hadn't done anything to the car, it is estimated that the police would chase him for a long time before catching him.

He couldn't survive on the charges of France, so let the law solve him. Killing him really dirty Zhang Feng's hands.

Then there is nothing to do with Zhang Feng. Feng Jian and their corpses and funeral affairs will be handled by the embassy and other compatriots.

And Alice would do it well, Zhang Feng relaxed in his heart and found a place to sleep well, no one disturbed him.

He slept until three shots in the day before Zhang Feng woke up quietly. The place he was looking for was very secret and no one would come, so he could sleep peacefully without closing his eyes while sleeping while opening his eyes.

With enough sleep, Zhang Feng was full of spirits, dressed neatly, and continued to play in the city with a camera. He saw a lot of movement on the street. It was all made by Chinese, protesting, asking the police to fix the murderer and pay compensation, etc. .

All the Chinese shops on the street are closed, and it says: Fix the murderer, otherwise the shop will not be opened.

Many things in Roman City are monopolized by the Chinese, the most of which is small commodities.

In just a day and a half, the prices of small commodities in Roman City have risen. Anyone who knows market finance knows that if this development continues, major problems will arise within a week.

The Butterfly Effect.

It will cause market chaos, and if it is not curbed by this time, it will plant the roots of the financial crisis.

So, they won't let this happen.

Because those small commodities and daily necessities are almost monopolized by the Chinese.

Unity is terrible!

Zhang Feng didn't care about this. He was going to play for a day, and he didn't have any cash on him. This is different from the domestic ones. Cashless payment is so convenient. Even the old people on the street stalls have a QR code to collect payments.

Cash is still needed in many places here. During the day, Zhang Feng had to go to a place where he could pay with his card to find food, which was very inconvenient.

You can’t eat a bit of street food.

In the evening, Zhang Feng came to the bar again. He felt that something was wrong as soon as he entered the door. Several people at the booth were paying attention to themselves, and Zhang Feng felt that they were coming towards themselves.

There are only a few people, Zhang Feng, who won't put it in the eyes, even if there are more, they are not afraid, just don't know who they are, do you know yourself?

Still focusing on your own money?

Zhang Feng walked to the counter as if it were okay. A stranger at the counter was not the one before.

"Sir, what do you want?" The lady at the counter spoke in poor English.

Zhang Feng asked curiously: "Where is the beautiful lady before?"

"Aren’t I pretty enough? You’re looking for her. She is dead. Just this morning, just two hours ago, she was found in a hotel. The deceased had an unrecognizable man. I don’t know if they are. Who killed it, sir, sir..."

Zhang Feng secretly said something was wrong, and quickly withdrew. As soon as he turned his head, a few people over there stood up and were walking towards him, with his hands in his bulging clothes or his waist.

The comer is not good!

Is it related to the counter lady? This is impossible, and I didn't provoke her.

Several people were blocked in front of Zhang Feng, and Zhang Feng said: "Please let me!"

One of the men took out a document and showed it to Zhang Feng. Zhang Feng knew the document, Roman City police.

The man said, "I am a police officer from the Roman City Police Station. We suspect that you are related to the murder of the Alexander Hotel. Please follow me!"

Zhang Feng was stunned. He was framed, but he couldn't go with the police.

So Zhang Feng solved the police in a few strokes, beating them so that they could not stand up, and the two manuals could not dislocate. The bar was in chaos. Zhang Feng took advantage of the chaos and went out through the back door, but when he got through the back door, he saw outside. A group of police officers were standing, pointing their guns at him.

If he turns and runs now, he will be beaten into a hornet's nest, and Zhang Feng believes that he is not as fast as a bullet.

Zhang Feng raised his hands above his head, and several police officers came up with guns.

Zhang Feng was covered with his head, handcuffed, and got into the police car. The handcuffs were too simple for him. They could be removed by moving, but he didn't want to run yet. He had to figure out what was going on and what was going wrong. of.