What Soviet people wear is actually very ordinary.
Bi Cheng pulled Bi Yue, reminding her to watch her step. Bi Yue crossed her legs and looked over. Oh my god, the most important thing is, isn't this the train station? What's being sold over there? Why is there such a long line?
Uncle Xu opened up again, explaining as they walked. It seemed that being in a foreign land, the three of them could feel even more deeply what it meant to care for each other.
"Niece, stop watching the fun. Let's hurry up and follow your uncle..." Before she could finish her words, six Soviet policemen wearing wide-brimmed hats came out from nowhere and appeared in front of people unexpectedly, as if they had fallen from the sky.
What is even more chilling is that they were talking non-stop as they grabbed four Chinese people who had just gotten off the train and snatched their bags without saying a word!
He checked and searched, carried the items on his shoulders, and pointed his finger at the noses of the four dealers as a warning. One of the Su Guo policemen even reached for his waist, as if to threaten them with a baton.
Bi Yue and Bi Cheng involuntarily took a step forward. Xu Haoqiang's tone changed. For the first time, this old naughty uncle frowned and scolded the two with a distorted voice:
"Follow me now! Stop meddling in other people's business! Get out of here if you don't leave!"
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On the way, Bi Yue and Bi Cheng no longer had the heart to enjoy the scenery. They admitted that youth really makes one full of energy.
Xu Haoqiang said: "It has always been like this. I robbed people and then I robbed them. I was afraid of the police and the skinheads. When I reported the case, they couldn't explain what was going on. It was all in vain. There was nothing I could do except accept my bad luck!"
The more he spoke, the angrier he became, which showed that the uncle had a bad temper, but more importantly, he was helpless because he was unable to struggle but had to come.
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