Chapter 530: Street racing

Li Qiao's writing hand suddenly stopped, her eyes sinking, "What happened to

her?"

If the sister-in-law has an accident in the British Emperor, how can she

explain to her elder brother when she goes back?

Li Qiao asked and put the information in her hands on the table, got up and

walked in front of the bodyguard, her expression became extremely cold.

The bodyguard did not delay, and explained the cause and effect concisely.

It turned out that Zong Yue previously searched the Internet for the British

Emperor's play strategy, and accidentally saw a dessert shop in the alley of

the EC area that was highly praised by the entire network.

She planned to go shopping in the afternoon and was going to buy two desserts,

and let the bodyguard give Li Qiao one another.

As a result, she and the bodyguard just got out of the car and walked into the

alley, and a group of black men on motorcycles galloped out of it.

The alley was already narrow, Zong Yue dodged aside, and the bodyguards

protected her for the first time, but the Speeding Party was clearly prepared.

When the second motorcycle passed them by, the driver made a false move, and

while the bodyguard took advantage of the protection of Zong Yue, the person

in the back seat took advantage of the loopholes and reached out to ** Zong

Yue's handbag.

Obviously it is the notorious motorcycle robbery party, especially like

robbing Asian tourists' leather bags.

Fortunately, their purpose was only to rob, and nothing major happened.

But what made the bodyguards completely bewildered was that at the moment when

the speeding party’s last motorcycle was speeding past, he saw Zong Yue, who

was weak in writing, and kicked the driver at a very tricky angle.

He even fell on the ground with his motorcycle and slid two meters away.

After doing this, Zong Yue ran forward and kicked the black driver’s temple.

After kicking the man out, he lifted up the motorcycle from the ground,

straddled his legs, stepped on the clutch, twisted his wrists and squeezed his

face. To go.

Fortunately, the bodyguard responded fast enough, and before Zong Yue

accelerated, he jumped into the back seat.

As a result, a speeding chase contest was launched on the streets of England.

It was not the first time that the motorcycle robbery party in front had done

this kind of thing, but it was the first time that a girl with an Asian face

took their motorcycle and chased after him frantically.

The bodyguard was sitting in the back seat, his face was blown up.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his heart, and everyone around Tan

Sri was really awesome.

This modified racing bike itself is very heavy, but when she lifted the bike

from the ground just now, she seemed to have no effort at all.

The bodyguard was surprised and surprised, but still held his breath and

called his companion to report the situation.

This Miss Zong is now chasing those speeding parties like her life, completely

regardless of the consequences.

If the other party leads them to a slum area with a higher crime rate, I am

afraid it is not as simple as being robbed.

"Miss Zong, stop first, give me the motorcycle, and I will chase it."

The Mandarin of the bodyguard was not very good at first, and due to the fact

that his identity was not too close to Zong Yue's, coupled with the

excessively fast speed, he said only a few words floating in Zong Yue's ears.

In the wind, instead of stopping, the motorcycle speeded up again.

Even at the moment when the lights were about to change at the intersection,

the Miss Zong drifted and merged and threw three words: "Sit down."

The bodyguard felt like he was riding a roller coaster. Not only that, Zong

Yue's shawl hair wafted up and down in the back of his head, and he patted his

face indiscriminately.

...

At the same time, Li Qiao got the news, greeted Red hurriedly, and left the

town of Mis with his bodyguards.

In the parking lot, she stepped on the steps to get into the car. Su Moshi

just returned from work. He slammed the car door and looked at her back and

asked, "What's wrong?"

Li Qiao stood on the doorstep and turned back, "Something's wrong."

Su Moshi squinted his eyes, his gaze stayed on her face for half a second, and

he walked over without thinking, "I'm with you."

Obviously, he saw Li Qiao's hostility buried deep in his eyes.

When he got into the car, Su Moshi unbuttoned his shirt cuffs, and twirled it

up elegantly, "Who has had an accident?"

"My sister-in-law." Li Qiao was looking for the position of Zong Yue and the

bodyguard with her mobile phone, her tone still not hurried, "I heard that the

bag was robbed in the street."

Su Moshi frowned, "The law and order in the center of the Port of London is

still good, but if it is a slightly remote place, there are many thieves and

party robbers, where did she go?"

At this time, Li Qiao looked at the fast-moving icon in the screen in her

hand, and handed it back to Su Mo, "EC area."

Su Moshi pursed his lips and sighed: "EC is a gathering place for blacks, but

this is a transportation hub. If you call the police, the police will go out

quickly. How do you think about it?"

"Go and take a look."

Understand, the meaning of not taking the formal means of reporting to the

police.

Su Moshi returned the phone to her, folded his legs calmly, and looked out the

window, "Turn left, there is a path to take a shortcut to the EC area."

The bodyguard glanced at Li Qiao from the rearview mirror, and saw that she

was silent, he quickly turned the steering wheel into the path on the left.

Fifteen minutes later, Li Qiao looked at the screen and frowned, and turned

the phone screen to the side, "Where is this?"

Su Moshi scolded inwardly, "Slum. Was she robbed or tied up?"

Li Qiao didn't answer, raised his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror,

"Speed up."

The bodyguard nodded, immediately stepped on the accelerator and galloped

toward the slum.

Thanks to Su Moshi's familiarity with the Port of London, the commercial

vehicle crossed the streets and finally reached the slums in ten minutes.

Li Qiao looked at the location in the phone, and Zong Yue's position was two

hundred meters ahead.

The group of three got out of the car, and Li Qiao looked around with one hand

in her pocket. The street was narrow, the houses were dense, and there were no

modern buildings.

Even if there are traces of the government's reconstruction, there are still

many poor people and refugees who come to seek a living in this area.

And because it is adjacent to the dock, there is a humid and corrupt

atmosphere in the air.

"In the square in front." Su Moshi looked at the positioning of her mobile

phone, and pointed at a damp alley.

Li Qiao answered, and the two walked side by side into the narrow and deep

alley, while the bodyguard followed vigilantly at the back.

In a blink of an eye, a dilapidated circular square filled with ** and

dilapidated buildings was in front of me.

As they approached, the roar of motorcycles and the roar of the crowd almost

broke through the clouds.

Twenty or thirty people gathered around the square at this time. They formed a

circle, and everyone's face was full of unkind excitement.

In the crowd, Zong Yue and the bodyguard stood by the motorcycle, and there

were seven or eight speeding parties sitting or standing opposite them.

Most of them were black people, and the head of them was still holding a pink

handbag. In the voice of the people, they took out the wallet and counted the

bills one by one.

Sure enough, Asians are rich.

There are not many things in Zong Yue's handbag, but many documents are there,

including her passport, and...the bank card Li Jun gave her.

(End of this chapter)