Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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The Bastister brothers on the side were stirring the noodles in their hands and jokingly said: "New York City was captured by aliens? Terrorist attacks are coming to New York again?"

Don’t say, it’s true that the two brothers’ crow mouths tell the truth, the belated police car indirectly confirmed the accuracy of the two brothers’ speech.

"Old Sam, I can only help you put the case on file. The brothers are all transferred to the center of Manhattan to support."

Sam, the owner of the grocery store who provided clues next to the police car, forgot to wipe out his snot when he heard the conversation of the familiar film police.

"What, what happened?"

"The number of people in anti-war demonstrations has inexplicably increased several times since the afternoon. Groups that were originally more than 100 people have turned into thousands in the evening."

"And I don't know who took the lead, and somehow they clashed. When they hit the city hall building, we found out that there were countless tough people inside."

"Not all veterans...hahaha..."

When Sam heard the news, his snot stopped flowing instantly and was scared.

It’s not close to the city hall, but what does the riots in the city center mean? As New York is not so beautiful, the people living here think deeply.

"Well, it's too late. I'll go to the police station tomorrow to find you. You are busy, you are busy..."

After saying this, Uncle Sam mentioned his own shotgun and rushed towards the house. It's good that your shop is rotten there. Many smart criminals will appear for such a chaotic night.

When they see the virtue of their shop, they must be too lazy to continue to patronize, but will they let a fire because they are empty-handed...

God!

Not only Uncle Sam across the street but also Cong Nianwei who had seen the whole process on the kitchen glass. She even rolled the face of the hand under the second pot under her hand. Watching the table shouted.

"Qin Guan, you said our gallery will be fine?"

The voice shouted, and everyone at the table was quiet, leaving the sound of ‘clicking’ cucumber shreds chewing in the mouth, plus a few bites of sucking noodles.

After Cong Nianwei's roar, Qin Guan remembered the art studio from home, but it was quite famous at the Chelsea market. The income of the small shop was a bit exaggerated in terms of daily money.

However, there is no problem with the annual income of hundreds of thousands, not to mention the fact that Lan Jin just carried him a few boxes of Chinese soil goods two days ago, it is inevitable that he will not be targeted by intentional people.

Chelsea Avenue is a paradise for art shops. Of course, the black gangs who are unable to memorize the 99 Chinese multiplication formulas are naturally not interested.

But the Russians like it. The stolen artworks are smuggled with a tanker. Once they change hands, it is Wanli's business. I can't stand Qin Guan here.

"Ling Lingling..." Qin Guan's mobile phone rang in time before he could react.

"Hey? Me, Lan Jin! It is said that you are starting to smash and **** it? Don't worry, this little master will support you... wait, don't forget Gou Fugui..."

This compulsory education in China has been eaten inside the dog's belly.

"Ah, don't add to the chaos..." Qin Guangang's words that he wanted to stop had not been spoken yet, and there was a click... hang up.

Qin Guan subconsciously forgot to Cong Nianwei's direction, but found that his girlfriend had already packed up her apron. Looking at this, she was planning to go out.

"Are you going to see the shop?"

"Well," Cong Nianwei nodded. "Lan Jin's disregard for his character must be a phone call that has been sent to you before we go out. We always have to take a look at it. We can't flash him there."

"It's still good if no one robs in the shop. If he runs into a group of strongmen alone, the consequences are really hard to say."

In the mind of Qin Guan, Lan Jin with a yellow hair appeared, facing the tall robber, shouting that the gun was not killed. This picture should not be too beautiful...

"Then we won't wait, let's go over and see... Joseph, you will brush up the bowl after you eat it, we have to go out for a while."

Qin Guan also got up here, picked up the car key on the door cabinet and planned to go out.

"Wait.. I'll go with you..." Joseph wiped a circle of noodles around his mouth with a paper towel and smiled toward Qin Guan and Cong Nianwei.

"I'm going too, Cong Nianwei, your second pot noodles are pinched..." The two bear children, ate with care.

"Let me take a warrior's head and move forward together..." The face of the Congolese prince Qulibali is full of the brave expression of African warriors.

Beserra, who wiped her mouth, wiped her mouth with a white tablecloth: "What is that nonsense, hurry and go."

What about the trip that was originally said to go? What happened to the series of United Nations marches behind?

In the parking lot downstairs, Qin Guan kindly dissuaded him for a few minutes, when he saw Joseph’s body lined with explosives, and Kulibali’s face was covered with fluorescent paint. A few hairs were still inserted on the head, and the blocking words were really beyond words.

Keep going...I am going to be thundered...

Becerra’s yellow-flame convertible classic car was filled with strange people, and the two cars went to the Chelsea market like this.

New York City, which had just arrived at night, was lively, but now there is a little more caution and rush in the streets.

However, after ten minutes of effort, the car turned to the opposite side of the Chelsea market.

The residential community here is not very dense, and the shops at this time are basically closed.

Qin Guan who came to the side of the road first glanced at the face of the J clothing store. The big poster of Qin Guan's spring goods was still floating on the top.

He was really relieved, to see that the store from home had not been affected. The relaxed face of Qin Guan said with a smile: "Everyone come down, safe."

"Of course, in order to make the store more secure, we packed up the valuable goods and moved home first."

The heavily armed Joseph and Coulibaly sitting behind the Becerra car, full of black lines, dared to come over for a trip, and it became free labor.

The door of "Whala La" was opened, and the people in the car could not be idle, and they came down in various ways.

What line of business? You see that Joseph is the same as a weapon enthusiast, and he wants to hang all the firearms around the world, and Coulibaly's face is the same as that of the Beijing opera, and he holds a barrel with an arrow in his hand. (To be continued.)