Chapter 1514 I, Victor, Help!

Zhou Qingfeng grabbed a taxi and hit the road. His eyes were injured and he was deaf, so he basically bumped into the car. Because the roads around Paris are very complicated, he ran along the streets from Versailles to Paris, and it was difficult for the police behind him to stop him.

And in the back seat of Zhou Qingfeng's car, the unlucky family of three who got in the car kept screaming and shouting the name of God and Mary after being frightened by the sudden shocking journey.

The tires and the ground were constantly creaking and rubbing, the brake pads were whistling and smoking, and the car body was constantly colliding back and forth. The place Zhou Qingfeng drove was like a war broke out, everywhere was broken and messed up.

And Zhou Qingfeng turned his head to look at the back seat while driving, and the family of three in the car saw his disfigured face, they were so frightened as if they were riding an express train to hell.

Zhou Qingfeng waved his hands at the family of three and yelled, but he couldn't speak or express himself fluently. He could only forcibly snatch things from the family of three, and he grabbed the lady's bag first.

All the things in the bag were poured out, most of them were cosmetics, and the useful one was a mobile phone. In addition, there is not even a bottle of water, but there is a portable vibrator.

Zhou Qingfeng threw the phone on the front desk of the driver's seat, and went to grab the bag brought by the father of the family of three. There was some food and water in that bag, which Zhou Qingfeng stuffed into his mouth extremely quickly.

With a mobile phone, Zhou Qingfeng can contact helpers. The first thing he thought of was the female national security officer who was in Paris, but the problem was...he always felt that she was in the way by his side, and he never asked the female officer's contact information from the beginning to the end.

Fuck! At this time, the helper who is closest to me can't shout...

However, Zhou Qingfeng still has four powerful helpers who can call over to help, but he can't speak, he can only send text messages. Due to the urgency of the situation and the instability of the vehicle, he could only use the shortest possible words.

At this time, Belgrade in the Balkan Peninsula, the once war-torn city is now dormant in the night. There are many dazzling and dilapidated neon lights flashing in the corners of the streets and alleys, and each light may be a sensual playground.

Amidst the deafening music, one or two hundred people were crowded in the middle of the crowded night venue. Everyone shouted 'butcher, butcher, butcher...' with red eyes. The hoarse shouts made people extremely excited and made their hearts beat faster.

The shirtless butcher was sitting in front of a large table, with his thighs leaning on the left and right of the hostess. He grabbed a bottle of vodka at hand and took a big gulp, then rubbed the plump chests of the two girls with stubble from his beard, causing the girls to laugh wildly.

And on the opposite side of the butcher's table sat a burly man,

It's just that the demeanor is not so relaxed, and it can even be called profusely sweating and short of breath. He stared at an old-fashioned revolver on the stage, his hands shaking with tension.

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

A lot of banknotes were already piled up in front of the butcher, and people around him also placed their bets on him. When the opponent grabbed the revolver, countless people on the scene shouted 'die, die, die...'.

There were fresh bloodstains on the opposite table, which was the 'Russian roulette' left by the previous bet against the butcher, betting with life and money. A round is inserted into the revolver and rotated randomly, and then the participant pulls the trigger on his own head.

Those who lose will naturally exit, and those who are timid will also lose their bets.

The butcher has won more than a dozen games in a row tonight, and the people who bet against him either couldn't bear the pressure and died, or beat themselves to death. The butcher who had won consecutively was as imposing as a rainbow, staring at him with eyes as big as copper bells, with a bloodthirsty smile on the corner of his mouth, and a lot of people around followed him to bet on him to win.

The strong man on the opposite side grabbed the revolver with trembling hands, and slowly pointed it at his head. But he closed his eyes but did not shoot for a long time, causing boos from the scene.

A thin guy squeezed in beside the butcher. He grabbed the butcher's thick arm and shouted amidst the noisy voices: "Boss, butcher boss, you have text messages on your cell phone."

"Didn't you see that I'm busy?" The butcher turned his head very unhappy, very angry. He is admiring the hesitation and struggle of his opponent, and he prefers the excitement of the spotlight.

The skinny guy said timidly: "Boss, you said that I must remind you if there is a call, no matter what you are doing."

"Wait until the guy on the other side is dead." The butcher was in high spirits, and drove the thin guy away with a wave of his hand. But when his little follower disappeared into the crowd, he yelled again: "Wait, is it the number I said is very important?"

"I don't know if it's important or not." The thin guy hurried back and handed the phone to the butcher, "It's just that you said that only a few people know this number, so I think it should be important."

"Really, that bastard disturbed my interest." Butcher answered the phone angrily, only to find that an unfamiliar number had sent him a text message. Texting is very simple, really simple, just a few words.

I, Victor, help!

Seeing these three words, the butcher became furious, and almost jumped up and cursed, "Is this a liar? How dare you lie to me, Mr. Butcher? Do you want me to pay you next?"

The furious butcher threw the phone back to his little follower, "Reply and ask for his address, I'm going to kill him."

The skinny valet responded, and the butcher threw himself into the excitement of roulette again. The strong man opposite him hadn't fired yet, and his whole body was already drenched as if he had been fished out of the water.

The butcher was trying to urge his opponent to kill himself, and the little follower shouted again: "Boss, boss, he replied. He said he was in Versailles."

"Are you a fool? I didn't realize that this is a liar! If I tell you to reply, you should get out." The butcher became furious, and angrily sent the skinny follower away.

The crowd continued to clamor, and the shouts of 'die, die, die' came and went. The thin follower did not dare to approach the butcher, and silently retreated to the corner of the crowd again.

The butcher laughed again, the strong man opposite him was about to have a nervous breakdown. Whether to gamble to make money or give up all chips to save life is a difficult choice.

But at the happiest moment, the butcher's smile was slowly shrinking. He turned his head again, pondered for a while and shouted to the crowd, "Give me my mobile phone again."

The sound was so loud that it stunned the audience.

The little follower reappeared tremblingly, but not as excited as before. He handed the phone to the butcher again, and asked weakly, "Boss, did I do something wrong?"

The butcher didn't answer. He looked at the simple text message on his phone and frowned. He typed the word Versailles into a search engine and soon saw the latest news about Versailles. Terrorists attacked Versailles, killing three and injuring one. The whole city of Paris is on alert, and the police are hunting for the fugitive.

Oh..., there is such an operation?

After being stunned for a few seconds, the butcher immediately grinned and said, "Hahaha..., this bastard, he also has unlucky times, and he was actually driven around."

The butcher wanted to call back, but the person on the other side didn't answer. He wrote a text message asking, "Are you still alive?"

The phone quickly replied, "If you don't come again, I will really die!"

"Victor, you still have today?!" Hahaha... Thinking of a guy who has always been arrogant being chased by the police all over the city, the butcher was so happy.