The Baptiste brothers stirred the noodles in their hands and joked, "New York City has been occupied by aliens? A terrorist attack has struck New York again? "
Needless to say, what the two brothers said was true. The late arrival of the police car indirectly confirmed the accuracy of the two brothers' words.
"Old Sam, I can only help you file a case. My brothers have all been transferred to the center of Manhattan for support."
Sam, the owner of the grocery store next to the police car, heard the conversation between the officers he was familiar with, and he even forgot to wipe his snot.
"What, what's wrong? What happened?"
"The number of people participating in the anti-war demonstration has inexplicably increased several times since the afternoon. Originally, there were only a hundred people, but by evening, there were more than a thousand people."
"Moreover, we don't know who was the one who started the conflict. When they attacked the City Hall building, we realized that there were countless tough people inside."
"Are they all veterans? Hahaha …"
Sam listened to this news, the snot stopped flowing instantly, scared of.
This place wasn't close to the City Hall, but what did the riots in the city center mean? As a place that wasn't very safe in New York, the people living here were terrified.
"Well, it's getting late. I'll go to the police station to find you tomorrow. You're busy, you're busy …"
After saying this, Uncle Sam took his hunting rifle and rushed home. It was good for his shop to rot there. Many smart criminals would come for such a chaotic night.
When they saw his shop in such a state, they must be too lazy to continue patronizing it. However, would they set fire to the shop because they returned empty-handed?
Heavens!
Uncle Sam and Cong Nianwei, who had been watching the whole process from the kitchen window, were screaming in their hearts. She didn't even bother stirring the second pot of noodles. Instead, she shouted at Qin Guan's table.
"Qin Guan, do you think our gallery will be fine?"
His roar silenced everyone at the table, leaving only the sound of the cucumber shreds in their mouths and a few mouthfuls of noodles.
Suddenly, Qin Guan remembered that his art studio was quite famous in the Chelsea Fair. The income of that small shop was like a bucket of gold every day.
Moreover, Lan Jin had just carried a few boxes of China's local goods for him two days ago. It was inevitable that he would be targeted by people with ulterior motives.
Chelsea Street was a paradise for art shops. People who couldn't even memorize the 99 times formula in China were naturally not interested in black gangs.
The Russians liked it though. They could smuggle stolen works of art on a tanker, which would be a profitable business. Qin Guan couldn't sit still.
Before he could react, Qin Guan's cell phone rang.
"Hello? I, Lan Jin! I heard that you have started to smash and loot over there? Don't worry. I'll support you right now. Just you wait. Don't forget me when you're rich … "
The compulsory education in China has gone to waste.
"Hey, don't make trouble …" Before Qin Guan could stop her, the call was hung up.
Qin Guan looked in Cong Nianwei's direction, only to find that she had rolled up her apron and put it away. It seemed like she was about to go out.
"Are you going to the shop?"
"Yes." Cong Nianwei nodded. "Lan Jin must have gone out before he called you. We have to go and have a look. We can't just leave him there."
"It's good that no one is robbing him. If he meets a gang of robbers alone, the consequences will be hard to predict."
Qin Guan pictured Lan Jin shouting at the tall and strong robbers, "Hand over your gun and you'll be spared". It was a beautiful picture.
"Let's go and have a look. Joseph, if you are kind enough, please wash the dishes. We have to go out for a while."
Qin Guan stood up, picked up the car key from the cabinet by the door, and was about to leave.
"Wait, I'll go with you." Joseph wiped his mouth with a napkin and smiled at Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.
"I'll go with you. Cong Nianwei, your second pot of noodles is half-cooked." The two naughty boys just wanted to eat.
"Allow me to put on the attire of a warrior. Let's go together …" Coulibaly's face was full of the heroic expression of an African warrior.
Cella, on the other hand, wiped her mouth with a white tablecloth. "What are you waiting for? Let's go."
What happened to the trip that they had agreed to go on? What's going on with the United Nations protests?
In the parking lot, Qin Guan tried to stop them for a few minutes, but when he saw Joseph tied up like a bag of dynamite and Coulibaly covered his face with fluorescent powder and hair on his head, he couldn't bring himself to stop them.
If he went on like this, he would be struck to death.
Cella's yellow flame-topped convertible car was filled with people of all shapes and sizes. The two cars headed for the Chelsea Bazaar in a grandiose manner.
New York City, which had just fallen at night, was already bustling with activity. However, the people on the streets were now a little more cautious and hurried.
In less than ten minutes, the car twisted and turned to the opposite side of Chelsea Bazaar.
The residential community here was not very dense, and at this time, the shops were basically closed for the day.
Qin Guan took a look at the J Clothing store. A big poster of Qin Guan's spring merchandise was still floating there.
He let out a sigh of relief. It seemed that his store was safe. Qin Guan smiled and said, "Come on down, everyone. It's safe."
"Of course. To make the store safer, we'll pack up our valuables and move them home."
Joseph and Coulibaly were sitting behind Cella's car, armed to the teeth. They had come all the way there, but they had become free labor.
The door was opened with a clatter. The people in the car couldn't stay idle, so they got out of the car with all kinds of equipment.
What equipment? Joseph looked like a weapon enthusiast. He wanted to carry all the guns in the world, while Coulibaly had painted his face like a Peking Opera singer. He was holding a blowpipe in his hand.
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