Chapter 340: The power of fans

Chapter 340
Running out of Qianquan Palace, the two got into the car and drove towards the city.
But just after turning the first corner, Zhou Yang narrowed his eyes.
"Hehe, there is a reserve army!" Zhou Yang glanced at the rearview mirror.
Hu Meixuan looked back, and the two black cars were in hot pursuit.
Zhou Yang was okay. He kicked the floor oil and the car suddenly rushed out, throwing the two cars away.
In order to move smoothly, Hu Meixuan built a modified car.
From the outside, it's just a general public.
But when the engine blew up, the car was an airplane flying close to the ground.
Coupled with the instant mastery skill package issued by the system.
Zhou Yang sat in the cab and touched the steering wheel with both hands for a second, then he became a super racer who blocked and killed the Buddha.
This magically modified Volkswagen displayed the most powerful performance in his hands, throwing behind the tracking vehicles in minutes so that they could not even see their taillights.
"Call Xiaoyun and Xueyao, let them prepare to leave, we will leave separately." Zhou Yang drove the car and said to Hu Meixuan.
"We have been intercepted twice in a row. The other party must be monitoring us. Take this opportunity to let them retreat first!" Zhou Yang was very calm.
Without any hesitation, Hu Meixuan immediately contacted her subordinates by telephone, and arranged for them to take two girls without self-protection ability to leave through another passage prepared in advance.
You know, in addition to grabbing money at sea, Hu Meixuan has also been active in Europe all year round, and has a foothold and a back-seat in many countries. No matter how cunning Gauti and Old Wang were, they couldn't understand all of her arrangements.
"It's done, they must be okay!" Hu Meixuan hung up and turned off the phone, not wanting the phone to be a tracking point for the other party.
...
The car drove all the way into the city of Rome. Zhou Yang found a dark corner, stopped the car, and ran towards the hotel where Hu Meixuan was staying.
He must show up to attract the other party's tracking members over and under.
Rome tonight seems to be a little different. A large number of citizens cheered on the street, and fireworks were set off at the entrance of many bars.
"What day is today?" Zhou Yang glanced at the back, and a wave of six or seven trackers hung them 20 meters away.
Zhou Yang has tried to dump it several times without success.
"Today..." Hu Meixuan blinked, "Roman Derby!"
Zhou Yang suddenly realized.
There are several derby in the same city in the world of sports, but the most popular one is the Roman derby.
Compared with other derby, the meaning of Rome derby goes beyond football, but also mixed with other elements.
This has also led to the fact that after each Rome derby, there will always be some conflicts between the two fans. And care about dull profit, there are even professional organizations of football hooligans in the activities.
They are inextricably linked with local gangs.
In short, if you encounter opposing groups of fans on the road, even with the presence of the police, I am afraid that a group fight cannot be avoided.
"Who won today?" Zhou Yang is almost an idiot about football, and can only ask Hu Meixuan.
"Lazio!" Hu Meixuan took a look and confirmed.
"This is...Rome North City, right?" Zhou Yang's eyes lit up.
"Yes, what do you want to do?" Hu Meixuan asked.
Zhou Yang glanced at the back, and the number of people tracking him had reached a dozen, but he was restrained for the time being.
"Then you know where is the most concentrated position of Lazio fans?" Zhou Yang asked.
Hu Meixuan said: "Since they won...then the fan shop in the city center should be their most concentrated place!"
"Okay, let's go to the fan shop!"
...
Twenty minutes later, the situation became more and more unfavorable for Zhou Yang.
There were already nearly thirty people chasing Zhou Yang all the way. Seeing that they were getting closer and closer, they were about to start.
And Zhou Yang and Hu Meixuan finally approached the fan shop.
After a low growl, more than 30 people surrounded Zhou Yang.
Hu Meixuan held Zhou Yang's hand tightly.
She can't run anymore!
Among the thirty-odd horses, a few people kept their hands in their pockets, and their pockets were pushed out of the muzzle.
Hu Meixuan was desperate. She and Zhou Yang didn't bring weapons for what she and Zhou Yang regretted the most, and they were about to intercept them.
Just when the thirty-odd people were about to take Zhou Yang away forcibly, Zhou Yang raised his arms and shouted, "You smashers who support Nancheng, beat me to death, long live Lazio!"
This sentence was shouted, and the sound vibrated the surroundings.
The lively scene suddenly quieted down.
The so-called Nancheng miscellaneous refers to the fans of the Roma team.
The North City is the base of Lazio.
There were two or three hundred Lazio fans around and all turned to look at the horses.
The thirty horses who besieged Zhou Yang were taken aback at the same time.
Long live Lazio?
Support the chopsticks of Nancheng?
What do you mean?
Most of them were pirates who followed the old man, and a few were Gauti's men, and they didn't react for a while.
Zhou Yang's acting skills exploded, pointing to the horses and shouting: "Lazio is the best team in the world, you guys from Nancheng, go to death!"
Hundreds of Lazio fans next to him burst with pride.
"That's right!"
"Lazio is number one in the world!"
"Beat these Nancheng chopsticks to death!"
"Go!"
A certain veteran fan roared and responded.
Hundreds of fans rushed towards the thirty horses as if they had seen a blood shark.
"No... we are not..."
The horses screamed and wanted to explain, but how could Zhou Yang miss this opportunity?
He dragged Hu Meixuan to join the Lazio fan team, and shouted: "This group of South City miscellaneous said to kill all North City fans!"
"Fight to the death!" Lazio fans were angry.
The grievances of nearly a hundred years are not a joke. Every year, someone is killed in Derby.
"hit!"
The Lazio fans instantly burst into honor, and more than two hundred men gathered more than thirty horses into a pile, and they smashed through with their fists.
For a time, more than 30 horses were knocked to the ground full of grief and anger, kicked and beaten by these crazy fans like sandbags, and devastated!
They were ordered to follow Zhou Yang and prepare to close the net, but they didn't expect the other side to be so despicable that they used the surrounding fans to cheat them.
A certain hardworking horse climbed out of the crowd with difficulty, but was grabbed by an ankle and dragged back into the circle. It was another violent beating, which was quite comical.
"We... are not... fans of Rome!"
"You... mistyped!"
The tragic call of the stalker was buried in the noisy voice.
Two police cars passed by, slowed down slightly, and then left.
There is no way, there are some things that are dull and profitable that the police can't do.
For example, the fight in the Roman Derby, or the group of black-handed guys on Sicily.
In this way, the team of thirty people was rubbed on the ground by angry Lazio fans, like a devil's pace.
And Zhou Yang had been cheering loudly behind the crowd, as if watching the excitement wasn't too much of a problem. Even Hu Meixuan went crazy together.
She looked at Zhou Yang's profile, embraced him with excitement, and kissed him.
This man is amazing!
No matter what kind of environment he is in, he can always use the conditions around him to achieve his goals.
Zhou Yang seemed to be infected by the atmosphere and responded enthusiastically to Hu Meixuan.
"Boom!" A gunshot stunned more than 200 Lazio fans.
Thirty people were beaten with blue noses and swollen faces, lying on the ground and groaning, and one of the leaders stood up with a gun with blood on his face.
Zhou Yang took a look and said in a low voice: "Go!"
He pulled Hu Meixuan into the alley by the side of the road and quickly moved away.
If the gun is moved, the matter will not end well.
"You all get out!" The spear-bearing horse was already going crazy, screaming while waving his pistol.
The others who had guns also took out their guns.
The Lazio fans exclaimed and ran away.
Thirty horses were very sad and indignant, all with red eyes looking for Zhou Yang's shadow everywhere.
Originally the encirclement was about to succeed, but Zhou Yang played it again.
"Brothers, chase me!" The leader Ma Zai waved his gun and shouted.
But the next moment, they were greeted by police sirens screaming from all sides.
All exits in the front, rear, left, and right were blocked by police cars. Twenty or thirty police officers used the car door as a shelter. Everyone pointed a gun at the horses in the circle.
"Let down the weapons, or we will shoot!" the police hissed loudly.
The horses looked at each other.
The thirty of them only had five or six guns, but the other person had one.
Besides, who would dare to shoot with the police?
Even the group of people in Sicily has converged quite a bit recently.
The head of Ma Tsai dropped his hand slowly, and the gun dropped to the ground.
The rest of Ma Zi with guns saw this posture, forget it, give up the treatment!
As a result, the police rushed forward and seized all the horses.
At the corner not far ahead, Zhou Yang probed his head and watched the police close the net. He was satisfied and praised: "It has only been three minutes since I called the police, and the containment was successful. The quality of the Italian police is good!"
Hu Meixuan rolled her eyes, she found out that Zhou Yang was a wretched stream.