Chapter 177: Fall into a box?

The last fifty kilometers of the voyage.

Whoosh! ~

Xiangqian controls the 14 pigeons to sprint at full speed, which is

particularly conspicuous in the first echelon of pigeons.

The changes on the electronic screen have naturally attracted the attention of

many fanciers.

"Look at the cursor code, it looks like a pigeon in the zoo?"

"The speed is good, and it looks like it should be able to make it to the

final."

"not always."

…

The fanciers talked a lot, and Xiang Qian concentrated on manipulating the

pigeons.

His goal is to reach the top 50, as long as he can ensure a smooth entry into

the finals. After all, after this round of competition, 1,500 pigeons will be

eliminated.

The qualifiers are not cruel.

five minutes later.

Fourteen homing pigeons belonging to Beihai Zoo succeeded in catching up to

the top fifty, and now there are only ten kilometers away from the finish

line.

If nothing else...

There should be an accident!

On the grassy beach ten kilometers away, three salute pickup trucks parked.

"President Zhou rest assured, I promise to let your pigeon catch up."

A man in a leather jacket hung up his phone, then looked up at the pigeon

flock that was getting closer and closer, and immediately sneered:

"Prepare to fire, I want them to fall into boxes!"

Fall into a box?

I have to say that this jacket man is mostly obsessed with eating chicken

games, otherwise he would not say such words.

Looking at the situation at the scene, the three salute cars were clearly

intended to snipe the pigeon flock and disrupt the short range of the race to

achieve a certain purpose.

quickly…

As the pigeon flock of the first echelon got closer and closer, the team led

by Jacket Men also began to lock in the flock of pigeons flying in the sky.

Xiangqian, who was in the top 50, took control of his pigeon bladder.

Is there someone down there?

Xiang Qian couldn't help but stunned, but after seeing the three fireworks

pickup trucks, a bad premonition instantly appeared in his heart.

Sure enough, when the foremost homing pigeon flew over that area.

"Shoot!!"

The man in the jacket roared, and the three salute cars made a deafening roar.

boom! !

boom!

boom!

…

Although this kind of wedding salute is not lethal, it will cause air waves

and harsh noises at high altitudes.

The roaring sound instantly caused a mess of the pigeons in mid-air.

Even some frightened homing pigeons fell straight down like a kite with a

broken line.

"Sorry, someone is making trouble!"

Xiang Qian's face changed drastically, and he quickly controlled the 14

pigeons to change direction, avoiding the three salute cars directly in front

of him.

at the same time.

The more than 300 fanciers waiting at the finish line and the staff also heard

the roar of salutes.

"What's the situation? Someone set off a shattering thunder nearby?"

"It's not Thunder, this is a salute!"

"Is there someone doing a celebrity nearby?"

"Impossible! This is the eastern suburbs of Beihai, and there are no

residential areas for ten kilometers."

…

The fanciers were in a moment of chaos, and they all knew what it meant to be

heard during the race.

The homing pigeon is frightened and flies in the wrong direction. In the worst

case, it will fall directly from mid-air in danger.

At this moment, the staff of the pigeon association was also panicked.

The president of the association immediately shouted:

"Hurry up and check! Don't let any accident happen to the qualifiers,

otherwise this is the negligence of our pigeon association!"

The staff rushed to the location of the incident one after another, and even

some racers were uneasy about their pigeons and also rushed towards the place

where the salute was heard.

"By this time, I am afraid it is too late."

When the official personnel arrived at the scene of the incident, I am afraid

that those people would have run away long ago!

Xiang Qian knew very well in his heart that he was only in possession and had

seen the situation with his own eyes.

Successfully avoided the bombardment of the salute.

Xiang Qian also remembered the appearance of the jacket man, as long as the

other person appeared again, he would definitely be able to recognize it.

Not long.

A dozen small black spots appeared on the horizon. Ding Mengyang looked at the

electronic screen and couldn't help but grabbed Qian’s arm and exclaimed

excitedly:

"Senior! It's our carrier pigeon!"

"I know, let go! As for so excited?"

Xiang Qian opened his eyes dumbfounded, and then turned his head to look at

the 14 homing pigeons that were getting closer, the leader of which was the

national blood transcendence.

In addition to his own carrier pigeons.

The first echelon was destroyed by the regiment?

Xiang Qian felt a little grateful and couldn't help but look at other fanciers

around him sympathetically.

"Why are there more than a dozen left?"

"It's over! Most of the pigeons of the first echelon were dispersed in the

salute area, and some of the signals even disappeared!"

"Call the police! Call the police!"

…

The incident happened suddenly, but someone at the scene also reacted, and the

pigeon fancier immediately called the police.

Flutter! ~

At this moment, Xiangqian’s 14 pigeons landed on the finish pedal one after

another, and the electronic screen immediately gave the final result.

[1st place: No. 233-Beyond (Wa Grey Pigeon)]

[2nd place: No. 234-a pigeon wearing a helmet]

[3rd place: No. 235-Shanghai Li Zhong]

…

The top 14 are all consecutive numbers, and they all belong to the homing

pigeons of Beihai Zoo.

Many fanciers are stunned!

"Senior! Our carrier pigeon is number one."

Ding Mengyang said excitedly, and rolled his eyes to Qian Ze:

"It should be said that it took the top fourteen."

After the 1st to 14th places were determined, about five minutes passed before

the fifteenth place was worthy of appearing.

at the same time.

The fanciers of mass production races have discovered that their best pigeons

are either missing or flying in the wrong direction.

Questions about this qualifier have also risen one after another.

"I'm not convinced! If it weren't for the salute, my pigeon would at least be

able to qualify."

"That's right! The worst thing is Magnolia, the number one in the warm-up

match, now missing! Old brother Hu almost didn't cry!"

"Congratulations, boss Zhou, your carrier pigeon has won fifteen to forty

places, which is really amazing!"

Some are happy and some are sad.

He glanced at Qian's boss Zhou who was wearing a suit and gold-wire glasses.

He looked a lot like a successful person.

There are many people around him complimenting, but the other person's

expression does not seem to be very happy.

It was as if he should have been ranked first, but the final result was not as

expected, with an expression of constipation.

Is it because I picked the peaches?

Xiang Qian is thoughtful, not associated with the jacket man for the time

being, and mistakenly thought that the other party's pigeons are very strong,

so he drove high and low.

After one hour.

Except for the lost racing pigeons, most of the pigeons have returned to the

racing field.

At this moment, the police comrades from the police station also rushed to the

scene and began investigating the incident where the salute sabotaged the

game.

The race team asked everyone to cooperate with the investigation, and Xiang

Qian had no objection, after all, it had nothing to do with him.

During the investigation, the pigeon association also announced the results of

everyone.

Many pigeon fanciers in the race expressed dissatisfaction, but there were

also many people with joy on their faces, and when they received their own

pigeons from Qian, they immediately felt all kinds of eyes.

There are jealous, envious, and malicious eyes.

Especially the boss Zhou, looking at Xiang Qian, looked rather unkind, as if

there was a flame in his eyes.

at this time.

A man wearing a jacket came to Boss Zhou with a smile and said in a low voice:

"Zhou, I did this beautifully, right? Your pigeon must be number one..."

"The first fart! Open your dog eyes, look good!"

Zhou Henry scolded, and the Jacket Man noticed that the first place on the

electronic screen rankings was not Zhou Zong’s carrier pigeon.

How could this be?

At this moment, as early as when the jacket man first appeared, Xiang Qian had

already noticed him.

After witnessing this person's conversation with Boss Zhou, and then

contacting the latter's hostility towards him, Xiang Qian would understand

even if he was stupid.

His uncle!

That Zhou boss was definitely behind the salute incident.

Ado.

Fuck him!

In the next second, Xiang Qian walked towards the uncle police officer who was

investigating and said directly:

"Comrade police, I want to report!"

…