Staying in Rome for only one night, thinking about the chimes and saying goodbye to Candela, Zhang Jing drove a second-hand Renault to Hoh Xil.
The distance is not that far, you need to drive about 600 kilometers before changing to the ferry.
You don’t have to drive very fast, just drive along the Mediterranean North Coast Highway while enjoying the wind and scenery.
The geographical location is different, the scenery is different, and the climate is also different.
In January, it was freezing and snowy in some places. The daytime temperature here was over 32 degrees, so Zhang Jing had to go shirtless while driving.
Don't be embarrassed, Zhang Jing is not the only one who is shirtless. Occasionally, a sports car will pass him quickly. Many beauties are not only generously dressed, but also have a bottle of wine and a steering wheel in each hand.
There was a lot of laughter and laughter left behind, and Zhang Jing, who was driving Lei Mounuo, could only feel envious.
If you really can't catch up, you can ask for contact information to add a little more burden to Zhang Xiaojing.
What's even more unfortunate is that second-hand cars are still broken down on the road.
Not knowing how to speak eloquently and not knowing whether the insurance company would care about this matter, Zhang Jing could only drive his double flashers and sit on the highway embankment, dangling his legs, hoping that someone would come to help him repair the car.
Or call him a tow truck.
About ten minutes later, a security police car drove past and then backed up.
A middle-aged male security policeman in his thirties lowered his car window and asked Zhang Jing in a silly language, "What happened to your car?"
"Broken down," Zhang Jing introduced in Amu dialect, "needs towing and repair."
The security police could understand Amu and got out of the car to find the vehicle insurance policy from the passenger storage compartment of Zhang Jing's second-hand car.
Call a free tow truck through your insurance company.
"The tow truck will arrive in about 20 minutes." On the seaside road, the security policeman, who was about 1.8 meters tall and had a somewhat silly image, handed a business card to Zhang Jing and said, "If you have any questions, call me."
Zhang Jing took the business card and expressed his gratitude.
The security policeman who looked very arrogant left first, and Zhang Jing waited for the tow truck for forty minutes.
After getting on the trailer, Zhang Jing arrived at a small town called 'Liqia' far away from the seaside road half an hour later.
The car went into the repair shop and Zhang Jing took a walk to a nearby restaurant.
A small local restaurant with a large parking lot at the door, and it looks like a vast area with few people.
Pushing the door open and walking in, there were six or seven tables of customers eating. Zhang Jing walked into the restaurant and sat down at a single dining table with its back against the wall.
The waiter comes to take the order.
Because it's a small local restaurant, it's all Italian food, either noodles or pizza.
Zhang Jing casually ordered a piece of bacon pizza and a strawberry-flavored ice cream.
Pizza has to wait, ice cream comes first.
While waiting for the meal, the security policeman whom I had met before came to eat with his wife and daughter.
His daughter is about the same size as Betty, about ten years old, and looks cute in a pink princess dress.
My wife is wearing a white dress with black dots and has long brown hair. She is also very beautiful.
The family of three walked to the dining table for four, sat down, and ordered their food.
There were many people diners in the restaurant, and everyone chatted in low voices. It was quite quiet, and Zhang Jing felt comfortable.
When the bacon pizza was served, it didn't taste bad, and Zhang Jing felt better.
Until the glass door of the restaurant was pushed open by three middle-aged and middle-aged men who were obviously gang members.
The three of them stood at the door of the restaurant for a second, and then walked straight towards the security police.
The security policeman, who looked somewhat similar to Doudou, held his daughter between himself and his wife, obviously feeling nervous and scared.
"Haha," the leader of the gang with the shield tattooed under his neck sat opposite the security policeman and looked at his wife blatantly, "She's so beautiful. She looks delicious."
The family of three looked at the three young and middle-aged men and did not dare to speak.
The entire restaurant was quiet, everyone was visibly scared.
The leader of the gang was very proud, shook his head and threatened, "Be your security policeman and don't interfere..."
Got stuck mid-sentence.
Because he was shaking his head and having a shield tattooed on his neck, the leader of the arrogant gang member saw Zhang Jing in the other direction, looking straight at him.
Seeing that the other party dared to glare at him, the arrogant man got up from his chair and came to Zhang Jing to warn him, "You're a tourist, don't meddle in other people's business, otherwise you will end up in a terrible situation."
"Don't harass that family," Zhang Jing reminded the gangster in front of him without any nervous expression on his face, "That guy who looks like a bean helped me just now."
The arrogant man thought he heard wrongly, looked at Zhang Jing in disbelief and asked, "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Don't make yourself uncomfortable," Zhang Jing reminded, looking at the man in front of him with evil eyes and an arrogant image, "don't threaten them a second time."
Looking away from Zhang Jing, the gangster youth looked back at all the diners and laughed, and the next second he reached for the pistol behind him.
Beware of arrogant men using guns in advance.
Zhang Jing grabbed the arrogant man's collar first, slammed his head on the table, grabbed the pistol, and pointed the muzzle at his head.
The pistol was loaded in advance and the safety was on in advance.
"Get your people out," Zhang Jing warned, raising his pistol, "your head will be broken."
Worried about a fire and Zhang Jingzhen might shoot, the arrogant man ordered his men to leave the restaurant.
The boss is in the hands of others, and the two subordinates have no choice but to leave.
Zhang Jing held a gun in his right hand, took out his mobile phone in his left hand, faced the arrogant man in front of him, and took a close-up photo of him.
Left without doing more, raised the muzzle.
The arrogant man left the restaurant with his tail between his legs.
Of course, the matter was not over yet. After leaving the restaurant, the arrogant man and his two men took out spare weapons from the car, intending to impress the nosy Zhang Jing.
Zhang Jing also knew that the bad guys would not let him go, so he sent photos of arrogant men to beautiful big cocks.
"You have to get out of here," the security policeman who looked like a boy came over and advised Zhang Jing, "leave through the back door."
The restaurant cannot be treated as a battlefield. Zhang Jing left the arrogant man's pistol, took the security police's car keys, and left alone through the back door of the restaurant.
No one was around.
Quickly changing out of the printed T-shirt and navy blue shorts he was wearing, putting on a vampire mask and holding the automatic version of the Aka 47 in his hand, Zhang Jing walked around to the front of the restaurant.
Three gang members were seen arranging weapons behind a car in front of the restaurant.
You're welcome, Zhang Jing held the rifle in both hands and fired directly at the three of them.
The recoil of Aka is too strong, and the muzzle will jump when firing continuously, resulting in loss of accuracy, but in Zhang Jing's hands, it seems like there is no recoil.
The bullets hit quickly and accurately. The three little karaoke fans didn't resist at all. They were all shot and fell to the ground.
Here I must talk about the power of the Aka rifle. If you hit a small hole in the front, there will be a big wound at the mouth of the bowl.
Whether it's an arm or a leg, one shot can render a person incompetent.
In movies, people who are hit in the chest by Akka bullets and can still jump up to fight back are all glorified.
The actual situation is like this: shot and fell to the ground.
Arriving in front of the wounded, Zhang Jing shot the three of them in the head one by one to prevent anyone from being the lucky one.
