Russia, Moscow Airport—

On the plane, Song Zhichao's head was dizzy. He took a plane from Nandu. During this time, he turned three more times. This time he came to Moscow with great difficulty.

Most of the people riding in the car were Russians, talking Russian in a muttering manner. It was impossible for Song Zhichao to rest with his eyes closed for a while.

In front, a huge Russian man was drinking vodka with a cow. In this era, the controls on planes were not very strict, and there were basically no restrictions on alcohol, etc. Russians, especially Russian men, like to drink, so that there are drunk men on planes often.

Just as Song Zhichao couldn't stand the smell of alcohol coming from the Russian man's constant hiccups, a voice said, "Sir, I'm sorry, the plane is about to land. Please don't drink anymore, okay?"

It was a stewardess who was dissuading the Russian fat guy.

The fat Russian man was obviously drunk. Not only did he ignore the stewardess' dissuasion, he also teased the other party, saying that he had drunk too much and needed to pee in the bathroom now, but he couldn't walk anymore and needed the lady to help him.

After saying that, the Russian fat man stretched out his hand and attacked the stewardess' chest.

The stewardess screamed and hid.

The passengers around were laughing and watching the fun, but no one stepped forward to stop them.

There were security personnel on the plane, but at this time, checking the luggage behind the plane and making final preparations, they could not get there for a while.

Seeing this, Song Zhichao lifted the blanket covered by his body, stood up, and said nothing, and pulled the stewardess who was still screaming behind him.

The fat Russian man looked at Song Zhichao drunk and cursed and sweared, roughly a yellow pig, what are you going to do?

Song Zhichao's answer was also very simple. He picked up the vodka bottle that the fat man had used and tamped it on his forehead.

With a loud bang, the wine bottle burst.

The fat Russian man stared at Song Zhichao with his eyes wide open, then snarled and collapsed to the ground.

Around, screaming.

Song Zhichao clapped his hands and turned around and said to the stewardess: "Call the security guard!"

...

Airport, security room—

Song Zhichao raised his legs and looked through the newspaper in his hand.

The fat Russian man who was blown away by him covered his head and cursed loudly: "It's him who beat me! God, this barbaric guy!"

Several airport security guards comforted the fat man while asking the stewardess to take the transcript.

After the stewardess told the story, he started asking Song Zhichao who was reading the newspaper again.

Song Zhichao folded the newspaper, threw it aside, and said, "My lawyer will arrive soon. If you have any questions, please tell him!"

Those security: "…"

"Shit! You are just like this and there is a lawyer? He must be lying. Damn Chinese guy, you dare to hit me. I will never finish it with you! Yes, I want you to jail so that you can't finish it!" The fat Russian guy was angry.

The security guards were all Russians. Although they knew that this time the fat man was the fault of the fat man, the fat man was Russian and Song Zhichao was Chinese. They couldn't help but favor the fat man and told Song Zhichao that he had made a serious mistake. If he did not apologize to the fat man and did not accept the fine, he would be in jail.

The stewardess was quite conscience, so she kept saying that it was not Song Zhichao's fault, but the fat man caused it first. The security chief advised her to go back first, saying that there was nothing wrong with her here.

After finally sending the stewardess away, the security guards colluded with the fat man, closed the doors and windows, looked evil, and prepared to deal with Song Zhichao. At that time, the fat man would be relieved and give the security guards a bribe.

"Are you ready? Chinese guy, what exactly do you choose? Should you apologize for a fine or get beaten up-" As he spoke, two of the security guards pulled out the baton, grinned and gestured at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao looked at these bastards, raised his legs, shook his fingers, and smiled.

The Russian fat man was so arrogant when he saw that Song Zhichao was still so arrogant, and said unhappy: "Damn it, I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!"

"Beat him!"

"Give him some color!"

"Let him know how powerful we are!"

With a bang.

The door was suddenly knocked open.

A team of policemen rushed in, all armed with guns and nuclear bombs.

At the front, a tall blonde beauty with a convex figure, wearing a police uniform, walked in coldly.

The Russian fat guys and those security guards were scared and didn't understand who they were and what they were going to do.

The fat Russian man was scared, but his lust was not changed. He looked at the blonde beauty and thought to himself that this woman was so beautiful. If he could give himself a sleep, he would be willing to die. Staring at the blonde beauty, he couldn't help but licking his tongue.

The blonde beauty glanced at the fat man and several security guards coldly, especially when she saw the lustful eyes of the Russian fat man, her cold eyes suddenly became as sharp as a knife.

For some reason, when she saw her eyes, the fat man and others couldn't help but feel cold.

"Arest them!" the blonde beauty ordered.

In an instant, a group of policemen arrested the people.

"Let me go! Do you know who I am?" The fat Russian man shouted, "Damn it, if you offend me, I will sue you!"

"What are you catching us?" said several unlucky security guards, "We did nothing!"

At this time, when hearing the movement in the house, other airport security personnel rushed over and opened the door and saw a group of Moscow police arresting their companions, and couldn't help but be stunned.

Before they could ask questions, the blonde took out his work ID from his body and shook it in front of them.

After seeing the official title above, the group of people immediately took a breath of air conditioning - Moscow Police Station, senior inspector.

It comes quickly and goes quickly.

When the security guards saw that the other party was very famous and could not offend him, they hurried out and took the door with them.

"Save me!"

"Save us!"

The Russian fat man and the unlucky security were almost crying.

Next, they answered fists, sticks, and butt stocks.

It made them into pig's heads in the blink of an eye.

His nose and face were swollen, and he was wailing.

Looking at the blonde beauty, from beginning to end, I never said a word.

At this moment, after repairing the unlucky people, she turned her head and looked at Song Zhichao.

The blonde beauty walked to Song Zhichao, looked at him, looked at the familiar man, looked at the familiar face - without saying anything, her beautiful eyes swelled, but tears flowed down.

At this time—

"Okay! I can't stand it and cry." Song Zhichao stood up and hugged the blonde beauty in front of everyone.

The blonde beauty cried even harder.

Her men all turned their heads subconsciously.
Chapter completed!