Vol 6 Chapter 112: Wow-wow

What's the situation with this Nima?
I am too kind, like a wealthy boy next to God of Wealth?
In the United States before, Shen Jiannan had never encountered a homeless man asking for money, and he also gave five yuan to ten yuan.
After being robbed several times, he never gave it.
But it was the second time that he reached out for money to be so natural.
He was in clean clothes, full of muscles, well-developed limbs, healthy, and full of breath. He was obviously not ill.
Shen Jiannan glanced at the clothes and dress of the black man and asked, "I have money. I earned it hard. If you want money, I have a factory that is hiring porters. If you are interested, I can introduce you to Work there."
The black eyeballs almost went to the ground, and a deep anger flashed across his face. "Wat? Why do you let me go to work? You financiers can earn so much by doing nothing. Money, why should I be a porter? You make so much money every day, why can't you give me some."
This... Nima, it makes sense.
Now there is no model in France, and you can meet such people.
Yes, the South is now engaged in the saint mode, and China and Africa are fighting again and again, and these guys are all running over there in all likelihood.
But what does this have to do with Shen Jiannan.
Too lazy to pay attention to such a rogue, Shen Jiannan turned around and left. People were afraid of being famous for being a pig, and he didn't mind being kind. But Nima obviously begs but wants to be so right and confident. Lao Tzu owes you.
Have you done too much charity recently?
But this angered the black people who stayed where they were. He shouted at the people around him with his voice: "Everyone is watching. He discriminates against black people."
"In this civilized country, I have suffered tremendous humiliation and discrimination."
"Can someone help me?"
"Herebumi. Pres."
"I need help, this discriminates against me and humiliates me."
"..."
As the blacks shouted, unconsciously, many people came from all around, and even on the road ahead, some people walked over with eyes on it.
Someone even scolded, "Hey, man. How can you discriminate against my brother, what is your name."
"You rich people, can't you respect the personality of others?"
"I know him? He is the devil who brought many countries into disaster? My brother lost his job not long ago and this did it."
"Is he Shen Jiannan? I saw his picture in the newspaper? This made me lose my job in Spain and made my children starve to death."
"Damn capitalist? Why do you discriminate against my brother."
"..."
More and more people gathered around.
Many people stared at Shen Jiannan and his party as if they saw an enemy. The black people who were walking in the front? They stood in a row, and they rushed over when there was a disagreement.
It was too sudden and too inexplicable.
Shen Jiannan couldn't help but squinted his eyes.
In Italy, although someone would stare when they saw him, it was never like this.
In the UK? More so.
Walking on the street? Many people even smiled at him, as if they were very willing to teach the British government a lesson.
When he first arrived in France, he didn't do anything or plan to do anything.
The crowd of people gathered more and more, surrounded the surrounding area? Antov touched the pistol in his hand, and Ivan and Ivan narrowed the protection circle and said in a low voice to Shen Jiannan: "Sir? Something is wrong, we need to leave here as soon as possible. "
Shen Jiannan had already noticed something was wrong? But he was not in a hurry to come to the land of France in his capacity? Even if someone wants to do something secretly? It depends on the French government's answer.
If you guessed it right? The French DSF guys have already arrived.
On the other hand, Yulia Sidorov and Kina Kanowski who came out of the clothing store also found something wrong.
It's good to be surrounded by people, and no one is telling him to hell.
who is it?
The two looked at each other, and only Shen Jiannan might know the answer to this question.
After all, they are not children of ordinary families. Yulia Sidorov and a female bodyguard voluntarily retreated into the clothing store, while Gina Kanowski led Angela towards the crowd.
The dense crowd had already surrounded Shen Jiannan and the others, and there was no way to see the situation inside.
Qina was anxious, and directly found out the golden Mauser given by her father.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The three crisp gunshots came too suddenly, and the dark crowd was instantly cleared out of a large open space. Surrounding the crowd of Shen Jiannan, some people conditioned their heads and squatted to the ground, or bent over and screamed and fled to the side.
When she saw Shen Jiannan clearly, Qina Kanowski couldn't help but smile.
This guy, pouting his cigar, didn't suffer any harm at all, and when he saw himself, he even blew a kiss.
While the crowd was still panicking, Qina quickly ran to Shen Jiannan's side, but before he had time to say anything, the crowd who had reacted surrounded her again.
The black man who asked Shen Jiannan for money before shouted: "Brothers. Don't be afraid, he only has a gun and seven bullets. This capitalist has robbed us of our wealth and discriminated against and humiliated us as poor ghosts. We must Ask him for justice."
Immediately, someone followed suit.
"Yes. Black people are never slaves. These people discriminate against our brothers. We can't just leave it alone."
Really looking for death.
Shen Jiannan couldn't bear to close his eyes.
Snapped!
Snapped!
Two crisp gunshots suddenly sounded again.
The heads of the two black men who took the lead were like watermelons that rotted to pieces in an instant, and fell directly to the ground. When the pupils gradually turned gray and lost their looks, they still couldn't believe that someone would shoot them.
No one had expected that a woman who looked charming in her would suddenly shoot and kill.
Except for Shen Jiannan.
The guy glanced at the frightened crowd, then looked at the two hapless guys who had fallen on the ground and turned into a clearing. He hugged Qina and shivered and said, "Baby, I'm so scared!"
Qina gave Shen Jiannan a guilty look, but directly raised her snow-white neck and kissed the big mouth.
Arrogant.
Too arrogant.
The people around who were about to make trouble were frightened and looked at the two showing their affection in disbelief.
Even if you don't run away when killing people in the street, you still dare to stand still and fight Kiss.
Even the territorial guardianship department and the financial security and security bureau responsible for monitoring Shen Jiannan's agents and agents were stunned. When they got over, they just wanted to scold their mother.
This shows that it is to guess that they are here, that dare to be so arrogant.
As for catching murderers.
Do not make jokes.
Catch the daughter of the Kanowski family, does France want to fight Da Mao, who has broken the jar now.
But Qina didn't care so much, she held Shen Jiannan's neck with a long French kiss, which might have killed people's heart throbbing, and also put her tongue into Shen Jiannan's mouth.
Wow-wow! It's over-it's over!
The police car screamed late.
Feeling the comfort from her hips, Qina exhaled contentedly and asked, "Who do you think it will be."
Shen Jiannan stopped Qina's waist to meet Yulia, shook his head and said, "Not sure. But there are obviously people who are worried about me going to France and want me to get out."
Qina wondered: "You mean the French government?"
Yulia Sidorov immediately interrupted: "It won't be the French government, who holds the sword of the emperor, how can an assassination be carried out? France is not a black country, they would not do it."
Of course Qina didn't understand this truth, but she couldn't think of who it would be, but Shen Jiannan took them with her on this trip, and it was obvious that she had already understood it.
"Shen. Have you already guessed who it will be?"
The night shift in Paris is the most romantic moment.
Couples will linger hand in hand on the banks of the Seine, admiring the beauty of the night, and when they are in love, it is common for them to have a French kiss that comes just as they say.
And the red light district of the street, filled with bright and attractive lights, brightly dressed, fashionable and open girls will greet the men who come and go, and take them into a gentleness that leads to the depths.
But on this romantic night when most should go out, all levels of administration in Paris are in chaos.
From time to time, the calls from all over the country are passed on to the subordinate units one by one, making the staff who do not have a sense of time but get off work on time every day depressed.
Tourwell, swimming pool.
The Central Intelligence Agency, which Charles de Gaulle had led in his early years, was renamed the French Foreign Intelligence and Counterintelligence Agency.
The seventh department was established in 1951, whose mission was to use technology and secret means to obtain intelligence.
Later, the bureau changed its name to the "General Administration of Foreign Security", stipulating that the bureau would no longer take actions at home, highlighting demilitarization and technical specialization.
The main task of the General Administration of Foreign Security during the Cold War was to investigate and monitor Soviet agents. After the Cold War, the central task was to collect information on foreign political, economic, military, scientific and technological, and terrorist activities, and be responsible for detecting foreign affairs. Espionage activities that harm the interests of France; decipher foreign intelligence through collected foreign communication signals.
Because its headquarters is located in the old barracks of Mortier near the Tourville swimming pool in the 20th arrondissement of Paris, it is also called "pool".
At this time, the head of the Seventh Bureau, René Pleven, who had a headache even for all levels of cabinet government officials in the country, had a headache himself. He put the phone aside, grinning and letting the voice in the receiver growl.
"Pleavin, you idiot, don't tell me you didn't know it was my baby girl and son-in-law."
"If you don't know, I officially tell you now that Jina is my daughter, but now, she has been caught by your people to the police station."
"Pleavin, listen, if my daughter and son-in-law lose half of their hair in France, you will know how terrifying a father's anger is."
"..."
Can you stop being so unreasonable?
Your daughter killed someone. The police station just asked them to go back and cooperate. What does it mean to arrest your daughter?
Karnoski, I drafted it, uncle, don’t deceive people too much?
Rene Pleven scolded his mother intentionally. He was the head of the seventh bureau. He was not treated with respect and awe.
But Kanowski was so mixed up that he scolded.
Ma Ma batch!
Don't bring such bullies.
But what can René Pleven do?
Reason to Kanowski?
When did Mao make sense?
The old Mao was unreasonable, not to mention that he is full of anger and has nowhere to vent, he wants to find someone to fight.
Fortunately, the voice in the earpiece gradually stabilized, until only heavy breathing remained.
We are people with identities, and we don't have common knowledge with these poor guys.
Correct.
They are exhausted now.
I don't have general knowledge with him.
Rene Pleven read a few silently in his heart, calmed his anger, waited until his emotions stabilized, and said helplessly: "Kanowski, I'm really sorry, we don't know that beautiful lady is your daughter. But we It didn't cause any harm to her. We just asked her to have a cup of coffee. Now we have sent people back to the hotel and sent people to protect them closely."
"Don't worry, I can assure you that your daughter, son-in-law, and Minister Sidorov's daughter will not suffer any harm in France. We will kill all terrorist attacks. This is our duty."
"..."
The second arrondissement of Paris is one of the 20th arrondissement of Paris~EbookFREE.me~ With the Paris Opera as the central area, it forms the main commercial district of Paris together with the 8th and 9th districts, and is the most concentrated commercial activity in the city. .
This is one of the several districts where the wealthy in France are mainly concentrated. Therefore, the Paris Stock Exchange and many bank headquarters are located here.
Under the night sky, several police cars flashed with blue lights, which looked particularly bright in the night.
After arriving at the villa in the wealthy area, the police officers sitting in the car breathed a sigh of relief, cursing the criminals in their hearts.
Yes, they are criminals.
Several black refugees from Zaire robbed Shen Jiannan, a famous international philanthropist in broad daylight, and used illegal firearms to threaten Shen Jiannan's life. He was killed on the spot by his fellow bodyguards.
harm!
Who cares about the truth?
Anyway, the leaders and the newspapers said so, and a few blacks are choppy, and robberies often happen.
But no matter what, now he can finally get off work.
Soon, the police car escorted two cars to the door of a majestic villa. As the car stopped, the sheriff took the lead and quickly ran to the Rolls Royce in the middle.
The window slowly lowered, and Shen Jiannan, the police officer standing in front of the window, bent over and said, "Thank you, Chief Jiyoma, for escorting all the way. You have worked hard."
Pierre Guiyoma quickly said: "This is what I should do. Mr. Shen can rest assured that I will arrange for people to perform duties nearby, and I will not let you be disturbed by other bastards."
Soon, Shen Jiannan took someone back to the villa.
Pierre Messmeer, president of Banco Sumbeau, was already sitting in the living room. When Shen Jiannan entered the door, he immediately said: "Boss. The franc has fallen sharply by 5% today. There are rumors in the market that you are planning to attack the franc. I doubt this. Someone behind is targeting us."