Chapter 1463: bullet

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The top-secret fighter in test flight suddenly ran to Mongolia and was shot down. This incident caused an earthquake directly inside the fur bear, and the world's media also had eye-catching news materials. Waves of reporters and intelligence personnel ran towards Ulaanbaatar.
Zhou Qingfeng, who could be the culprit, fired the parachuting T-50 pilot, and he didn't care about the fighter that was still flying forward. He drove the F-22 to return to the wasteland with a spatio-temporal door. After a while, he appeared on his back with a rocket backpack, flew to Ulaanbaatar airport to exchange contracts, and set off again.
During the long flight of more than ten hours, the T-50 incident has become a global topic, and everyone is discussing why the fur bear's super fighter crashed in Mongolia. This to a certain extent dilutes the sensation of Linsen's wasteland five people arriving in Paris.
Coming out of Charles de Gaulle Airport, Zhou Qingfeng didn't see any fans at all. The butcher was a little disappointed, but Lina felt that this was the French style. The group booked a room at the Morris Hotel in central Paris, and the hotel assigned them a dedicated butler and convoy to greet them.
Established as a top-level presence in the early 18th century, the Morris Hotel has always been known for European royal style. When you stay here, the Louvre is nearby and you can look up at the Eiffel Tower. Many Parisian attractions are in your grasp.
There are no tall buildings in Paris, and the city looks very open. When Zhou Qingfeng stood on the balcony of the hotel suite, he could see the city skyline at a glance.
The style of a hotel that combines modern flamboyance and classic luxury is even more surprising for women like Lina. Living in this hotel, even Zhou Qingfeng felt lazy in comfort.
At night, five people gathered together on the hotel's balcony. Under the deep starry sky, the whole night view of Paris is just in sight. The crisp sound of the cup collision accompanied Lang Qing laughing and others.
From time to time the hotel's housekeeper came to submit invitation cards and interview letters. Many entertainment media in Europe are very interested in the "five wasteland", this phenomenon-level combination has too many topics to explore.
"Interviews, interviews, or interviews. Oh ... there is a magazine agency here to take fashion pictures of me."
"I'm here for interviews too. Well ... and dinner invitations. All loyal friends waiting for my reply."
"I actually have a courtship letter here, and there is more than one. Oh ... this word is really stupid."
"You are either interviewing or dinner for Mao, but what I received was a donation request from the Care Foundation."
Hahaha ...
In addition to Zhou Qingfeng, the other four people worked hard in the wasteland for more than two years. This will give them great joy to regain luxury, and they will be delighted by just breaking the letter.
And Zhou Qingfeng received a lot of various letters. French fans probably don't like going to the airport to block people, but they don't mind expressing their love for idols with simple letters.
However, compared with the other four who randomly opened the letter, Zhou Qingfeng's letter was checked by the national security personnel who came with him and opened. Immediately after the thrilling scene over Ulaanbaatar appeared, a security team at the head of state level was gathered around him.
"Mr. Lin, these emails are all safe. Most of them are letters of invitations, interviews, and love shows." Xiao Jinlang specially assigned Zhou Qingfeng as a female military officer as a secretary. At this moment, people are straightforward and do the simplest secretaries. jobs.
"Most? What's the small part?" Zhou Qingfeng pushed out all the social correspondence and asked only the special ones.
More than a hundred thick letters were quickly replaced by a simple small paper bag. Zhou Qingfeng grabbed the paper bag and shook it gently. Something special was shaking up and down. The paper bag opened and fell down on the dining table, and a bullet came out of the clang.
The waiter standing on the balcony responsible for pouring wine immediately screamed and stepped back, and ran away in a panic. Lina and others, who were originally giggling, also faced frost. The female officer then explained: "We just checked, there are no fingerprints, no origin, and there are not too many clues.
We've contacted the Paris police and the French security authorities, and they have said they will do their best to keep you safe in France. We are always at your disposal, but in some cases we hope you can cooperate. "
Zhou Qingfeng twisted the bullet and looked in front of him. Before he spoke, the hotel waiter who had just fled followed the manager and hurried back. The manager apologized to Zhou Qingfeng at a rapid pace, saying that they must take good security measures, but Zhou Qingfeng shook his head.
"Don't care too much." Zhou Qingfeng waved to the hotel manager, letting the other party go downplayed. He said to the Guo'an female officer next to him, "It's just a bullet. The person who sent the bullet must not know who he provokes."
Zhou Qingfeng thought of getting up, but the female officer around him directly held his hand and said, "Mr. Lin, I know your identity is special, but please leave it to a professional person for professional matters. Just rest assured. , As long as you don't cause trouble, we can meet all your requirements. "
"Everything is required?"
"Yes ..., everything!"
The female officer who squatted down stood up and seemed to show her full breasts. Her decided expression was like feeding a tiger with her body. But after Zhou Qingfeng looked at her beautiful face, she lowered her head and approached the other's face, and said softly, "You want to be beautiful!"
The female officer was so angry ... everything was as usual. People have good psychological qualities.
When Uncle Zhou teased the female officer, the butcher grabbed the bullet from his hand and looked at it carefully and said, "The 7.62mm AK rifle bullet ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This is a leftover army There is a large stock. There is a thin circle of text on it, which seems to be Russian. I need a magnifying glass to see it clearly. "
"We have read the above text, and the sentence is 'Life is a glass of blood wine mixed with pain and despair, and only warriors deserve to drink it.'" Said the cold-faced Guo'an female officer. We are checking the motto of a Russian gangster. "
Hearing this motto, Minsk's body shook suddenly. He grabbed the bullet, and after a few glances, he caught it in the palm of his hand. The tall man stood up arrogantly and strode outwards.
"Hi ..., where are you going in Minsk?" Zhou Qingfeng asked, "Are you going to help?"
Minsk shook his head and continued to go out.
The butcher also followed, and said to Zhou Qingfeng when he left: "Minsk has a grudge to end, and I also want to meet an old friend I don't know yet."
what?
Zhou Qingfeng thought of it, but Guo'an's female officer grabbed his arm tightly, and there was a stance of fighting hard for her life. Zhou Qingfeng was angry, and said to the female officer, "Hi, girl, you can't stop me."
Minsk is about to get out of the suite. He grabbed his coat on a hanger and said to Zhou Qingfeng on the balcony, "Victor, you stay in the hotel for me. I have to deal with some things myself. I don't want to You step in. "
Zhou Qingfeng was extremely puzzled, somehow.
Instead, Caterina got up and followed, "I'll check to make sure the two men won't cause a big deal."
Lina is the most indifferent, she is writing a letter to her fans. Seeing Zhou Qingfeng seemed to want to keep up, she said quietly: "The three of them can start a small war. You should worry about their enemies."
Uh ... that's what it says!