The Motherland's Help

"F*ck! It's blocked!"

Before the driver's curse could fade away, Qin Guan saw several suspicious guys walking up to them with weapons.

"Keep moving!"

"Okay!" Everyone felt the danger getting closer.

Half-blooded youngsters holding stones and steel pipes were hiding in dark corners of the city like robbers. They destroyed and burned cars along the streets.

Bang! A blare came from afar. It had to be an explosion-hazard siren.

"Attention, please! Keep moving! We'll find another way to the hotel!" The calm French driver started sweating.

The small-scale suburban chaos had spread downtown. The attackers didn't look like unarmed rebels, but an organized group. It was too dangerous to keep driving in the city.

The car in front of them suddenly screeched to a halt. Another road was blocked by a mob of armed policemen.

"Turn around! Reverse! Don't get involved!"