Volume 456 Reinforcement

The heartless Baptiste brothers stirred the noodles in their hands and jokingly said: "New York City was captured by aliens? Terrorist attacks come to New York again?"

Don't tell me, the crow's mouth of the two brothers really said that they were inseparable. The police car that arrived late confirmed the accuracy of the two brothers' words.

"Old Sam, I can only file a case for you first. The brothers have all been transferred to downtown Manhattan to support them."

Sam, the owner of the grocery store who provided clues next to the police car, even forgot to wipe the snot when he heard the conversation of the familiar policeman.

"What, what's the matter, what happened?"

"The crowd of anti-war demonstrations has inexplicably increased several times since the afternoon. The group that was originally only more than 100 people increased to thousands in the evening."

"Besides, we don't know who is leading the charge, so there was a conflict out of nowhere. When they stormed the city hall building, we discovered that there were countless tough people mixed in."

"Couldn't they all be veterans... Hahaha..."

When Sam heard the news, his nose stopped flowing in an instant, frightened.

It is not close to the city hall, but what the riots in the city center mean, as New York, where the law and order is not so good, the people living here think deeply and fear.

"Well, it's too late, I'll look for you at the police station tomorrow, you're busy, you're busy..."

After saying this, Uncle Sam grabbed his shotgun and rushed towards home. It's good that your own shop is rotten there. Many smart criminals will appear for such a chaotic night.

Seeing the virtue of their own shop, they must be too lazy to continue patronizing, but will they set fire to it because they return empty-handed...

God!

It wasn't just Uncle Sam on the opposite street who was screaming in his heart, but also Cong Nianwei who watched the whole process on the kitchen glass. Looking at the table, they shouted.

"Qin Guan, you said our gallery will be fine?"

With this roar, everyone at the table fell silent, except for the sound of chewing cucumber shreds and a few mouthfuls of noodles.

After being yelled at by Cong Nianwei, Qin Guan remembered that his art studio was quite famous in the Chelsea market, and the income of that small shop was a bit exaggerated in terms of daily income.

But there is no problem with an annual income of hundreds of thousands, not to mention that Lan Jin just carried a few boxes of Chinese local goods for him two days ago, so it is inevitable that he will not be targeted by interested people.

Chelsea Avenue is a paradise for art shops, and the gang of black gangs who can't memorize the Chinese 99 multiplication formula will naturally not be interested.

But the Russians like it. The stolen works of art are smuggled in an oil tanker, and they are sold for huge profits. Qin Guan can't sit still thinking of this place.

'Ring ring ring...' Before he could react, Qin Guan's cell phone rang in due time.

"Hello? I, Lan Jin! It is said that you have started to smash and rob? Don't worry, my master will support you... Wait, let's not forget each other..."

China's compulsory education has been eaten into the dog's stomach.

"Oh, don't make trouble..." Before Qin Guan could say what he wanted to stop, there was a click...he hung up.

Qin Guan subconsciously forgot to go in the direction of Cong Nianwei, only to find that his girlfriend had already packed up her apron, and it looked like she was planning to go out.

"Are you going to visit the shop?"

"Yeah." Cong Nianwei nodded, "Lan Jin's irresponsible character must have called you after he was out of the house. We have to take a look, we can't leave him there."

"It's good that no one is robbing the store. If he meets a group of strong people alone, the consequences will be hard to say."

In Qin Guan's mind, the scene of Lan Jin with a head of yellow hair, shouting to the tall robber, to hand in his gun and not to kill, this picture is not too beautiful...

"Then don't wait, let's go over and have a look... Joseph, you guys clean up the dishes after eating, we have to go out for a while beforehand."

Qin Guan here also got up, picked up the car keys on the cabinet by the door, and planned to go out.

"Wait, I'll go with you..." Joseph wiped the dough sauce around his mouth with a paper towel very elegantly, and smiled at Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.

"I'll go too, Cong Nianwei, your second pot of noodles is raw..." The two brats just ate.

"Let me wear the outfit that symbolizes the warriors, and go forward together..." Coulibaly, the crown prince of the Congo, was full of the heroic expressions of African warriors.

And Becerra, who was on the edge of her mouth, wiped her mouth with a white tablecloth: "Then what's the nonsense, hurry up and go."

What about the trip that was originally agreed to go away? What happened to the series of United Nations parades behind this?

In the parking lot downstairs, Qin Guan kindly dissuaded him for a few minutes, and when he saw Joseph's outfit that looked like a dynamite bag, and Coulibaly's face covered in phosphor paint, There are still a few hairs on the head, and the obstructive words are really hard to say.

If you continue...you will be killed by lightning...

Becerra's classic yellow flame open-top car was full of people of strange shapes, and the two cars headed towards the Chelsea Market in such a grand way.

Originally, New York City was lively when night fell, but now the streets are a little more cautious and hurried.

But within ten minutes, the car twisted and turned to the opposite side of Chelsea Market.

The residential community here is not very dense, and the shops are basically closed at this time.

Qin Guan, who came to the side of the road, first took a look at the front of the J clothing store, where the big posters of Qin Guan's spring products were still floating gracefully on it.

Only then did he really breathe a sigh of relief. It seemed that his shop had not been affected. Qin Guan, who was relaxed, greeted with a smile on his face: "Everyone come down, be safe."

"Of course, in order to make the store safer, we packed up the valuables and moved them home first."

Joseph and Coulibaly, who were fully armed behind the Becerra car, had black lines all over their heads. If they came here specially, they would become free labor.

'Wow!' The door was opened, and the few people in the car couldn't be idle, so they came down with all kinds of gear.

What outfit? Look at Joseph, who is like a weapon enthusiast, wishing to hang all the guns in the world on his body, while Coulibaly's face painting is the same as that of a Beijing opera singer, and he also holds a blowgun barrel in his hand. (To be continued.)

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