Chapter 509, Blood on the Street!

The proud policemen had long disliked this Chinese boy. Even though they couldn't understand what he was saying, they hated his stubborn expression and arrogant look.

Where is this? It's Paris.

Who are they? They are Chinese.

In other people's territory, you must know how to abide by the rules. If you don't know, they are obliged to do some teaching work.

Hearing Robert's instructions, they rushed up immediately.

"Stop." Li Qingcheng shouted. She was originally standing behind Qin Luo, but when she felt that Qin Luo was in crisis, she blocked Qin Luo with her body and said in French: "What do you want to do? What crime did he commit?"

"Gathering people to cause trouble. We have already made it clear just now." Because the person who stood in front of them was a charming beauty, the police explained patiently, instead of just pulling her away rudely.

"This is not a gathering of people to cause trouble, just a petition, do you not even know what it means to make trouble?"

"Sorry. In our eyes, this is an unreasonable request, and we can't agree." Robert said. "Take it away."

The longer the time goes on, the more it will be unfavorable to them. More and more people gathered, and more and more media reporters came to report without counting. Robert could imagine that Paris was the focus of the whole world at this time.

As a staff member of the Paris Municipal Bureau, he must handle the parade as quickly as possible.

Otherwise, he would be unemployed with the director. That bald man is not a leader who has the courage to take responsibility.

The commander ordered again that they didn't care whether they would leave the beauty with a bad feeling of being a gentleman. They separated two policemen to pull Li Qingcheng, and two others went to rob Qin Luo of the wheelchair.

"Stop them and don't let them take the miracle doctor away." The bearded man shouted.

After a series of events ahead, the bearded man was already very prestigious in the parade. He shouted, and responded to him. He immediately rushed up several Chinese men and Paris police to compete for Qin Luo's wheelchair.

The police were good at fighting, but they couldn't resist the many Chinese people. They pushed and beat, and the Chinese people were like silent stones, clutching the wheelchair-like chairs tightly and unwilling to let go.

After answering the phone call, Riot Captain Silo walked to Robert and asked, "It seems that your people can't take him away. Do you want my people to do it?"

Robert hesitated for a moment and said, "Wait first. Once your people go out, the nature of the matter will change."

Silo shrugged indifferently and said, "Then my brothers and I will watch the show."

Robert called Laili again and asked her to communicate with the Chinese in Chinese, and told them that such behaviors that hindered police law enforcement were also illegal and criminal.

Laili shouted with a sharp voice for a long time, but the Chinese were unmoved at all. The fight for what should be fought for, and the two sides fought for a long time. Qin Luo still held one side of the wheelchair, and no one could gain an absolute advantage.

"Snatch people." Robert said. What do those stupid guys always grab wheelchairs?

The police then realized that they were going to take Qin Luo away, not the chair under his butt. So they let go of the wheelchair and began to pull Qin Luo on the chair.

The bearded man and Lao Wang were not willing to let the police take the person away easily. More than a dozen men lined up into a wall of men, holding hands and using their bodies to block Qin Luo behind. Seeing the commotion in front, more Chinese people rushed forward behind.

During the pulling, some policemen began to increase their strength in their attacks, and some Chinese people began to fight back, and the two sides fought together again.

Seeing his subordinates being surrounded and beaten up by Chinese people who were several times more than them, Robert finally admitted that he had insufficient staff.

He turned to Silo, who was watching coldly, and said, "It seems that you still have to deal with the situation."

"I'd like to serve you sir." Silo said with a smile. He put his helmet on his head, put on gloves, then waved his baton and said to the many riot policemen standing in front of him: "Blow me hard."

As he said that, he took the lead and hit a Chinese man's shoulder with a stick. The man was caught off guard and half of his body seemed to have been knocked down by him. He screamed and fell to the ground.

Seeing that his compatriots were beaten but could not take action, the group of riot police had been suppressed for a long time. At this time, they received the order to attack, and their immediate boss made a good appearance for them. So they rushed out with shields and batons in one hand.

Most of the Chinese who followed the march were patients or the family members of the patients. They were all ordinary Chinese residents. Naturally, their physical fitness could not be compared with these heavily armed riot police. As soon as the two sides came into contact, they were hit by these regular troops and retreated step by step.

People are constantly hit by batons, and Chinese are constantly falling down. The wounded lying on the ground have just begun to moan and scream, but they are trampled on by the leather boots of the riot police.

The riot police led by Silo were invincible, and no one could stop them from moving forward.

At this time, their goal was to advance to Qin Luo, a miraculous doctor surrounded by a wall.

He had just received an order to teach this Chinese man a lesson. It happened that he didn't like it very much.

"Hold on it. It's fucking to hold on. You can't let them take the miracle doctor away." The bearded man shouted loudly like a crazy leopard. His body was covered in blood and his forehead was bleeding. However, he was still at the forefront of the team.

Luo shouted, waving his stick.

roar

The riot police responded loudly, then waved the sticks in their hands even more crazily.

As if the walls peeled off by the wind and rain after a long period of time, the crowd fell down layer by layer. They got up and were knocked down by the baton again

This is a means of treating terrorists, this is unilateral violence and massacre.

The beard was broken left, and his whole arm was thrust and fell. His other hand was locked by a riot policeman. After cursing, he used all his strength to use his head to slam the French man's helmet.

Bang

The bearded man fainted on the ground with a bloody head. After being hit hard, the policeman who was holding him was in a bad condition. After turning around twice, he also carried his head in his companion's arms.

Old Wang's face was also covered in blood. He squeezed over from the crowd, pushed Qin Luo's wheelchair, and said, "Qin Luo, I'll take you away, I'll send you away first."

"I can't leave." Qin Luo said. "I'm leaving, it's all meaningless."

He looked at the many Chinese compatriots lying in front of him, and his heart was like a knife cutting a needle. He raised his face so that he could become stronger. At least, he would not let the tears that had already brewed in his eyes flow out.

He will cry, and he is not afraid of crying. However, he cannot let foreigners see his weakness.

"I'm leaving. Their attack will be in vain." Qin Luo's voice was a heavy voice. It was like a bullet poured out of a box, or like a rice with raw rice, every word was full and firm.

"But" Before Old Wang could finish his words, someone knocked on his head and fell to Qin Luo's feet with a muffled groan.

Finally, the crowd in front of Qin Luo was knocked down and dispersed by them.

Qin Luo sat alone in a wheelchair, staring at the murderers who were beating with vicious eyes.

As if it had been agreed in advance, all the riot policemen naturally bypassed Qin Luo when they passed by. They were still continuing to advance, preparing to drive these troublemakers outside the square. At that time, they naturally retreated.

There are no Chinese people who are not afraid of death, nor are there any Chinese people who seek death for such a ridiculous reason.

Chinese people do not lack backbone. That was before.

Xiluo walked to Qin Luo with a baton. He did not take action immediately, but took off the helmet that he wore on his face first.

"Someone asked me to greet you." Xiluo looked at Qin Luo with a smile and said.

"I don't know who you are, nor what you said, but I remember your face." Qin Luo said with a calm expression. There was no panic or fear. He expected this result. "You are their leader, you asked them to hit people, you led them to attack and you hurt the most."

Similarly, Xiluo couldn't understand what Qinluo was saying.

"What a pity. I really want to communicate with you, but unfortunately, you don't understand French. Goodbye to the most noble language in the world."

Xiluo suddenly raised the baton in his hand and hit Qin Luo in the head with a stick.

Smack

A stuttering scene appeared. A heavy blow with all his strength was actually caught by the man.

He took the thunder attack that was more than a thousand pounds with his flesh and blood.

Silo's pupils contracted violently, and then his face was full of reluctance.

He frantically pressed the baton in his hand down, but he didn't know what kind of force it was supporting the boy who looked so weak in the wheelchair. He actually raised the baton with one hand, and no matter how hard the other party tried, he couldn't hit it.

"Looking for death." Xiluo said viciously. He pulled back and pulled the baton out of Qin Luo's palm.

Then he raised the baton high again, and smashed it straight down with the whistling sound of the wind.

This time, Silo learned from his failure just now. He took a quick move and quickly lifted the baton, without giving his hand the chance to hold the baton.

once

Qin Luo blocked it with his hands.

twice

Qin Luo blocked it with his hands again.

three times

Four times

Five times

He was like crazy and smashed it down with a stick.
Chapter completed!