The days of leading the winery to build infrastructure together

Hiss - Bolivar took a breath of cold air, but was choked by the scorching smoke from his mouth, which was bitter and spicy.

But fortunately, the whole scene was too noisy and chaotic, except for Curacao who moved his ears slightly, no one else heard the movement here.

Garcia didn't notice what Bolivar had done. He was covered in sweat. When he saw the confrontation downstairs, his face became even colder. He took out a slender splicing knife from his inner pocket.

Bolivar hesitated for a second, and tore up another drawing paper while Garcia turned around.

Countless buzzing black dots emerged from the broken drawing paper and flew towards Carl. They were almost mixed with the thick smoke, a large area of ​​black, black, yellow and yellow, making it difficult to see whether it was fire, smoke or some other thing. species of insects.

The scientific name of this creature is the golden ring hornet, also known as the species of giant hornet. The body length of a single is even more than four centimeters. Just a few can make a person fall into anaphylactic shock. There are dozens of them in this nest , enough to send away all the criminals downstairs.

"Mr. Carl, what do you mean." Curacao is trying to negotiate with the leader of the other party, trying to rescue all the guests, "I advise you, put down all the hostages now, and we can let you leave alive."

Curacao said, with a murderous look on his face, he raised his eyebrows and warned: "Otherwise, you will only have to lie down and get out together."

"..." Carl sneered. He watched Curacao slowly take out a few fragments from under the fur, and finally put together a small rocket launcher. The black round mouth was facing him. The hand holding the wall pipe did not tremble at all.

The smile on the corner of Carl's mouth gradually disappeared, and he couldn't help cursing: "Grass (a kind of plant)!"

This horse riding is too foul!

Are you a direct disciple of the Millikin Policeman?I can't save the hostage, even kill the hostage with all the robbers?

The shell went down, not to mention the hostages in his hands, maybe even the door behind him was blown over?

Karl's face became very ugly, and he winked at one of his younger brothers.

The little brother came forward knowingly, intending to kill the man in his hand to set off the atmosphere, but just as he raised his knife, he heard a beeping sound from outside the window, several cars were shining, and their bodies were red. The firetruck came galloping.

"Hurry up! Put out the fire! Put out the fire!" Several big men jumped out of the car and shouted, pulling their necks.

After such an episode, the little brother stopped holding the knife and looked at Karl.

"!!" Karl was already in a state of high tension. When he heard the piercing voice, he subconsciously brought it into the police car. He was startled, and his hand holding the gun was staggered a few centimeters.

Mrs. Zetian felt that the gun on her forehead had moved a little distance away. With some courage, she felt ruthless in her heart, opened her mouth suddenly, and threw herself forward, biting hard on the opponent's arm.

Carl subconsciously let go of the hand that was holding Mrs. Zetian, and cried out in pain: "Ah!"

Mrs. Zetian took advantage of this gap to scramble and run outside, with joy and gratitude on her face.

"It's now!!" Curacao yelled, she took out a gun and shot Carl three times in a row, sticking to Mrs. Zetian's side.

Bolivar's golden-ringed wasps also swarmed up and bit Karl several times, directly stinging his entire face and even hurting one or two of his eyes.

"My eyes! My eyes!" He wailed, the darkness in front of his eyes made him extremely flustered, he made the last dying struggle, and fired indiscriminately at all around.

But when the situation is very good, maybe it is too excited, and extreme joy begets sorrow.Mrs. Sawada grabbed Hiroki's hand subconsciously and let go, the child fell directly to the ground, and not far behind him was Karl who looked crazy and fired wildly.

"Be careful!" Mrs. Zetian was full of anxiety, and wanted to rush to grab her child, but Hiroki Zetian also stretched out his hand with fear and hope.

But as soon as she turned around, she saw the man not far away crazily firing. Several men who were closer were beaten into a blood mist by Karl, and blood splattered all over the ground.The tragedy of death made Mrs. Zetian flinch subconsciously.

Sawada Hiroki's eyes quickly dimmed, and even his hands dropped, his whole body trembling slightly as if he had been abandoned.

But the hand he hadn't fully retracted was grabbed by another warmer hand.

"Don't be afraid!" Curacao frowned slightly, avoiding several flying bullets, one or two of which grazed her cheeks, leaving tiny scratches.But she didn't even look at it, and pulled Sawada Hiroki into her arms. Her strength was much stronger than Mrs. Sawada's, and she hugged Sawada Hiroki with almost no effort. Withdrew easily out of Karl's range. After about tens of seconds, Karl finally stopped his movements unwillingly and fell to the ground slumped.

"...Old! Boss!" Seeing this scene, the people from the M·W company immediately retreated. They looked at each other a few times, and ran away at the same time.

"Don't let those people run away!" Curacao shouted.

"...Don't come here! I still have people here..." Another member of Dong'andi tried to grab the man on the other side as a threat, but was stung several times by wasps. His entire wrist was swollen and he couldn't hold a knife at all. , could only run away howling.

"Hurry up! Ordinary members go to appease the frightened customers, mid-level members go to put out the fire! The senior ones catch the criminals with me!" Curacao shouted, she didn't realize that Sawada Hiroki, who was hugged in his arms just now in a hurry, subconsciously rose blushing.He subconsciously hid himself, and didn't even remind Curacao to let her put herself down.

"Hiroki! Hiroki!" Mrs. Zetian, who was so frightened just now, finally came back to her senses. She rushed over and hugged him hysterically.

"Why don't you follow me, you unlucky child!" She subconsciously cursed, not knowing whether she was blaming herself or others, tears streaming down her face, "Do you know how worried I am about you!"

"The situation just now was so dangerous!" She was still trembling until now, she reached out and grabbed Sawada Hiroki's shoulder, "Did you hear that! You must be obedient!"

"...Okay." Sawada Hiroki didn't know how to react, he could only pat her on the shoulder helplessly, and nodded repeatedly.

He doesn't reject or hate his mother, but occasionally has unrealistic fantasies.It would be even better if my mother could be more kind, gentle, patient, and less concerned about money and fame.

Bolivar beckoned to take back his Hu Feng, and the remaining Champs employees quickly started to clean up the mess. They skillfully tied up all M·W and East Andy members, and hid them in a place before the police arrived. where it will not be found.

"Is this farce over?" Bolivar said indifferently.

"It's probably over." Garcia also sighed, and he glanced at the emotional Mrs. Zetian, "But this season, where is Hu Feng?"

"Speaking of which, it was the same at Zhuxing University, when hummingbirds suddenly appeared out of season..." Garcia pinched his chin, frowning and thinking, "Boss, do we want to investigate this matter specifically?"

"..."

"Polly?" Garcia, who didn't get a response, was surprised, and couldn't help reminding again. After all, with Bolivar's character, he would never refuse such a thing before.

What he does most often is to make various emergency hedging plans. Every time he goes to a venue, he has to do a survey in advance, write out a long and thick emergency hedging plan, and then distribute it to all Grid staff.It is no exaggeration to say that the basic first aid knowledge reserve of Grid employees may be more complete than that of a mysterious senior high school student in a certain country.

"...You find some trustworthy people, it's nothing serious." Bolivar wiped his face helplessly, "Anyway, we must be absolutely loyal to investigate this matter."

"...Okay." Garcia was dubious, but he glanced at the burning houses and didn't continue the topic.

"Let's go, give Champs Elysees a last ride." After Bolivar finished speaking, he twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling so sad that he wanted to cry.

Even he is so sad, let alone a person who has devoted countless efforts and spent many years here.

This restaurant, which has poured the efforts of two generations of Gust and his son, entrusted the lives of hundreds of people for many years, recruited hundreds of thousands of customers, and even paid Via's life to protect it, finally slowly came to an end at this moment. towards its end.

Bolivar was the last to evacuate.

The moment he stepped out of the Champs Elysees, he found that it was snowing lightly and flutteringly outside.

"I hate snow." Garcia stretched out his hand, but didn't receive anything. Before the snow foam reached the palm of his hand, it was roasted by the heat of the human body. "Every time it snows, bad things happen."

The flames soared into the sky, turning the people around them orange-red.

Those customers escaped from the crisis-ridden Champs-Elysees and stood in the open space outside. They calmed down at this moment, and had the leisure to watch this rare scene.They gathered together in twos and threes, sighing, discussing the thrill and bewilderment just now, and guessing how this incident will be written in the news.

There were whining cries everywhere, many people knelt down and wailed, and some even acted ferociously and were delirious, wanting to rush into the fire and die with Champs Elysees.Most of them are old employees of Champs, who have lived here for decades, how can they not feel sad.Even Zhu Fu Jingguang was deeply shocked. He and the other chefs sat in a circle, squatting on the ground decadently, lit a cigarette after a long absence, and quietly watched the white smoke fill the air.

A sense of loss and emptiness hangs over Champs.

Bolivar walked over and found that the employees looked up at him, as if hoping that he could say something.

"Ah, what annoyance, what should I say?" Bolivar cleared his throat, "If I were the boss of a black organization, I'm afraid I would shout, 'They destroyed our hometown, we must An eye for an eye! So we're going to smash their East Andy to pieces!'”

"However, it's a pity that the current East Andy is a mess."