In the evening, Lin Mo, who had won the race, was driving Borja's Porsche home when he heard a sharp alarm just after he passed the corner.
"It's really not peaceful. The security in Barcelona is too bad."
Borja pouted: "With more immigrants and refugees, those incompetent politicians have become rich. We can only accept these troubles."
"They don't care about it, why not put it in a centralized place?" Lin Mo couldn't understand it at all.
"Haha, go and look at London. There were more than 5,000 knife crimes last month. It's much more chaotic than here."
What the two don't know is that the future This situation will be even more exaggerated.
In June 2023 alone, knife crime cases began in London.
It seems that overnight London has returned to the foggy era of Jack the Ripper.
While the two were chatting, they saw a long cordon cordoned off near Lin Mo's house, with red and blue lights flashing dangerously in the dim night.
"Holy shit! No way?"
Lin Mo was suddenly startled and rushed home while the car was stopped by the police.
After running a few steps, he saw his father and Aunt Anna hugging each other on the roadside, looking panicked.
Several police-looking people were holding notebooks and recording something.
Seeing that the two of them seemed fine, Lin Mo was half relieved. Nothing was more important than people.
"Dad! Are you okay?"
Seeing someone about to rush into the quarantine area, the security guards outside immediately stopped him: "The police are handling the case, and everyone else is staying away."
< p> "My father is there, this is my home." Lin Mo only had family in his eyes, so he pulled away from the other party and rushed in.His speed was too fast, and the two people behind him were so anxious that they shouted:
"Asshole, stop!"
"Stop him! Don't let him in!"
Several people shouted to stop Lin Mo, and the noisy voice also reached the person in charge of the scene, Enrique.
"It’s okay to be dishonest every one of these immigrants. How can they cooperate with the case?" Enrique rolled up his sleeves, grinned and stepped forward with a searchlight, wanting to see who it was. The blind people are causing trouble again.
Lin Mo couldn't open his eyes under the bright light. He was pushed away by Enrique as soon as he stepped forward. The two people chasing after him directly grabbed his arms and pressed him so that he could not move.
They were preparing to give this Asian a hard time.
Suddenly, they heard the leader's surprised voice: "Lin...Lin Mo? This...is this your home?"
Lin Mo suddenly felt his arms loosen. The dazzling bright light also disappeared, and the body regained its freedom: "I am, what's the problem?"
"Really...really you? Lin Mo?"
At this time, Borja also rushed in: "This is Lin Mo's home, what on earth are you doing? "
After hearing Borja's words, everyone opened their mouths and looked at Lin Mo. This is a celebrity in Barcelona.
After a few months of playing, he has already become a household name in Barcelona: [A magical Chinese boy].
Rubbing his sore arm, Lin Mo said in an indifferent tone: "This is my home, and that is my father."
After saying that, Lin Mo was too lazy to pay attention to these idiots. Go straight to your father.
"No, no problem, you can do whatever you want." En Ke, the leader, felt relieved when he saw that Lin Mo had no intention of pursuing the matter, but he always felt that something had been missed by him.
After a while, he finally remembered something, hurriedly took out the phone and shouted:
"Damn it! Lin Mo's home was robbed. Repeat! Lin Mo's home was robbed!"
The person on the other end of the phone didn’t seem to realize it: "Oh, robbery? So what? Someone died?"
"You stupid pig got kicked in the head by Benzema Don’t you know whose jersey is hanging on the wall in the director’s office?”
The head of the person in charge on the other end of the intercom was instantly covered in cold sweat. The jersey of the Espanyol No. 30 was worn by the director. Your Excellency has shown off to each of them.
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En? Ke only heard roars coming from the other side:
"****! Get the fuck up and look for me! Contact everyone for the fuck! The informant, tonight I will find out which bastard robbed Lin Mo’s house, and I will crush his balls with my own hands!”
Almost at the same time, all the resting police officers were urgently recalled. .
Many people who wanted to ask for leave were scolded on the spot and put on their uniforms full of resentment.
Soon, all the police officers received a description of the robber's appearance on their mobile phones.
The peaceful night in Barcelona was interrupted by sirens and vicious phone calls.
Many angry police officers rushed into the underground bar and randomly found an excuse to bring the other party to the corner by the collar: "Tell me, did one of your men do it?"
"Tell me, who is this blind? I'm going to rip off his head and stuff it into the toilet!"
"There are things you don't know about on the streets here? These things always have to be Is there a place to sell the stolen goods?"
Even the leader among the refugees issued a "wanted order" after several consecutive "threatening" calls.
After understanding, Lin Mo learned that his father and Aunt Anna were watching the stars and the moon on the terrace when the incident occurred.
After hearing the noise, they hid directly on the balcony. This is also the case for most people.Several choices for European families.
They waited quietly for these people to loot before quietly taking photos.
As for losses?
It was nothing more than cash, computers and other items, adding up to just over 10,000 euros.
After all, Lin Mo is not in the habit of buying jewelry yet.
However, Aunt Anna’s Chanel was also robbed, which should be considered the biggest loss.
After understanding the matter clearly, Lin Mo looked at the police's flattering smiles and huge formations. He couldn't help but think of the strange incident of [losing a bicycle and finding it after three hours], and secretly shook his head in his heart.
He knows that his identity as a player is inseparable from the director's hobbies.
But isn’t this just because of his strength?
If he plays in the Espanyol and becomes a defense player, most of the time this matter will go away.
Thinking of this, his expression finally softened a little, and he said mockingly:
"Dad, do we enjoy the treatment of a [foreign master]? "
Father Lin wanted to laugh but couldn't:
"This Barcelona is too messy. We'd better leave here early. I've already asked someone to find a house in a wealthy area of Manchester. "It doesn't matter to me old man, I'm worried about you."
The pale Aunt Anna nodded frequently, holding Father Lin's arm tightly with both hands, her whole body leaning against Lin limply. On his father's arm: "Yes, let's move to Manchester together. Although the weather in England is worse, it is safer than here."
Lin Mo was noncommittal about this. His father had not talked to him about Aunt Anna. It was hard for him to say anything.
But Lin Mo’s cell phone soon started ringing with calls one after another.
The club, the head coach, Didak, and even Mourinho saw the news and sent him a message.
Looking at the sudden ringing of his cell phone, Borja spoke first: "I'll take care of it for you. You'd better send an Instagram to clarify first."
Borja Pointing to the fans outside taking photos.
"Ins?" Lin Mo took out his phone and found that he didn't seem to have opened an account.
"What else? Facebook is not very popular here." Borja looked like a country idiot and whispered quietly in Lin Mo's ear: "It's better to open one. You know, there are many female fans than you." The more open your imagination, your private messages will definitely have a lot of private photos, maybe even supermodels!"
Lin Mo's eyes widened, and he was actually a little moved by the words: " Is there such an operation? ”
“That’s necessary. You’ve been training so hard, I’ll help you sort it out when the time comes, hehe.”
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