I want to make headlines

Chapter 197
In a foreign country, starting from Barcelona, ​​Gan Jing planned to spend the journey alone, to see the scenery and take pictures alone...but it was not as expected.

Played football, joined tour groups, took group photos, and now even invited to dinner.

Since it is God's will, then follow it.

Gan Jing smiled, picked up his tableware and sat at the white man's table.

The two strong men standing next to him stared at Gan Jing, as if they were afraid that others would not notice that he was a big man. Gan Jing glanced at the white man's attire playfully. He didn't see any brand, but only saw the sign on his wrist. The watch seems to be somewhat delicate.

"Didn't you expect the Italians to be so hospitable? I thought that was the case in Paris." Gan Jing said slowly, with a steady voice and expression.

"Did you just come from Paris? Are you Chinese?" The white man introduced himself, "I'm Castellano."

"I'm Gan Jing, you can call me Forrest Gump. How did you know that I'm from China?" Gan Jing was a little curious, and at the same time, he noticed that the beautiful woman next to him was also curious about himself.

"Among the yellow-skinned countries, tourists from the neon country always have a fake courtesy. It's good that you didn't bow. Among the remaining countries, Huaxia is undoubtedly the most likely." Castellano commented.

Gan Jing was noncommittal, just chatting about what he had seen and heard along the way.

Castellano didn't talk much, and most of what Gan Jing said was a few words in a commentary tone, maintaining an invisible demeanor.

What's more, Gan Jing unconsciously lost his mind and thought, how should a person show his tolerance?The person in front of him is doing a good job.

Dress well, don't talk much, smile with eyes, have your own aura, it's just a point of knowledge.

"Forrest Gump, what do you think of this city?"

"Very good." Gan Jing said at the beginning of his visit, he hadn't figured out the way yet, so naturally he had nothing to say, he just made use of the topic, "The Colosseum in the east looks very interesting, I must go to see it tomorrow. If it's daytime , this terrace is sunny, so you can see it clearly.”

At this time, the waiter handed over the food in the restaurant, and Gan Jing's hungry stomach made him move his throat unconsciously.

Castellano noticed this keenly, smiled, moved the dinner plate towards Gan Jing, and then said casually: "If you want to see it, we can go shopping later."

This sentence really surprised Gan Jing. These cultural buildings in ancient Rome were obviously open to tourists at different times. The entrances have been closed for a long time now, but this white man can easily bring himself in?

Gan Jing was puzzled, but at the same time, he silently increased his vigilance, how much refreshment would it be to be alone.

The dinner plates were brought up one after another, and the three people quickly ordered almost all the food, and the rest were food that would take a little longer.

"Forrest Gump, please." Castorano politely surrendered.

Gan Jing nodded, and said, "Let's eat." This sentence greeted the woman next to her with an idiot look.

Castellano laughed dumbfounded, watching Gan Jing pick up a scallop with a fork first, and put it into his mouth in a hurry.

He has tasted the scallops here many times, and they are indeed local unique and extremely delicious.

Gan Jing, who was sitting across from him, first looked shocked by the delicious food, and then his face turned blue and white, and then he looked really shocked.

"vomit!"

Gan Jing pushed away the plate on the table, only to hear it shatter on the floor, and the clothes of the two foreigners beside the table were splashed with juice.

Holding the table with his right hand, he bent down, Gan Jing clasped his voice with his left hand, causing a burst of nausea, and walked over regardless of the unfriendly expressions of the two strong men behind him.

After a while of dry vomiting, Gan Jing took two steps back and grabbed the water that was on his table, drank a couple of sips and spit on the ground.

So far, the terrace is already a mess, unsightly.

Castellano's complexion slowly darkened, the woman beside him frowned and looked at Gan Jing with contempt, and the two strong men next to him were ready to move and waited to obey orders.

"I need an explanation, Forrest Gump." Castellano restrained his gloomy look and said expressionlessly.

"This dish is not right, there is a problem, probably poisonous." Gan Jing said a little weakly.

His tongue has tasted the problem of milk powder before, and when he usually eats, sometimes he will get a slight hint, probably from eating waste oil or something, but the scallops he just ate, obviously The taste is the taste, and the deliciousness is the deliciousness, but the tongue is a warning, but it is a great evil.

This kind of ominous warning is much stronger than that time when I ate milk powder. To what extent is this a problem?

Gan Jing felt that something was wrong, and while vomiting, he was also thinking quickly about what problem he had encountered, was it himself or the person opposite?
This kind of thinking did not last long, and Castellano had already told Gan Jing about the situation with his actions.

"Baro, Gotti, go check and block the entrance and issue a warning. Let's go through the back door." Castellano calmly ordered, and came to support Gan Jing who was a little weak.

I don't know what he ate. Gan Jing still felt a little dizzy even after vomiting. He was supported by the white man all the way to the safe passage of the restaurant, and then he saw Castellano open the secret door and went straight through. The back door of the restaurant below.

After leaving the restaurant, there was a black-painted Land Rover sedan at the back door.

After opening the car door, Castellano first helped Gan Jing into the back seat, and when he was about to get into the driver's seat, he heard "bang bang bang" gunshots, and then a muffled groan came into Gan Jing's ears.

"How is it? Someone is shooting?" Gan Jing took a forced breath, raised his strength, lowered his head, got out of the car door, and ran into the driver's seat.

Castellano also had a tacit understanding. At this moment, he didn't push himself hard. He got into the back seat and pulled the car door hard with a buzzing sound.

The muffled sound of bang bang made Gan Jing a little startled.

"Go, Forrest Gump. Go downtown!" A voice came from the back seat.

Gan Jing took a deep breath, started the car, stepped on the accelerator hard, and drove out of the remote road at the back door.

Goodness, I thought tonight would be a pleasant dinner, with a comfortable evening breeze and friendly exchanges, but how did the painting style change in an instant, the vomited dinner, the cold wind of hula la, the exchange of gunshots...

Really handsome but three seconds?
Gan Jing's feeling of weakness was very strong, but he still drove the Land Rover perfectly in his hands, but he just came to Rome and was not familiar with the roads here, so he drove straight out of the city.

Needless to say, the horsepower of the Land Rover was very powerful. Gan Jing galloped all the way, but he didn't hear the gunfire again, and occasionally saw two cars that seemed to want to keep up being thrown off by him.

"Forrest Gump, you can stop. Wait for someone to pick me up." Castellano in the back seat finally spoke.

Gan Jing didn't listen to him, and said in a muffled voice, "I don't care who you are, I don't know what happened to you, but no one can believe what happened on TV. Your people may not be reliable."

Castellano fell silent.

Gan Jing sighed, slowed down slightly, and turned around with a helpless smile: "Trust me, I'm a professional in this area."

"Ok?"

"As a professional actor, this situation is very bad. Don't talk, don't set a flag. The farther we have to go, the better. After all, we are safer in the car..."

"Ok?"

"Driving, I am also a professional."

The speed of the car was soaring, and the professional Gan Jing lowered the window a little bit, trying to reduce the feeling of weakness under the cold evening wind, and finally completely lost the depression.

To live or die, that is the question.

Where is the time to think about depression or depression?

　Thank you for your support from Xiao Er, a mere store.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)