While a big villain was about to cause trouble, Mutahim, whose nest was in the 93rd district of Paris, had just hung up the phone. The mysterious stranger provided him with the whereabouts of "Linson" returning to Paris from Reims tonight, requiring that the person must be followed after kidnapping.

The stranger's words pinched Mutahim's painful foot, making him afraid to act rashly. He frowned and remained silent for a few minutes, and the atmosphere was quite serious. The subordinates around him looked at each other and were silently waiting for his orders.

"Don't need to summon some people, just five or six. Take out the weapons we are hiding, and we will make a big one once." Mutahim was still full of confidence and ambition. As long as he killed the target, there would be 200 million, and it would be worth fighting for his life for this money.

Now that someone provides information, there is no need to be afraid!

The members of the Afghans surrounded Mutahim were silently dispersed. Some of them were responsible for contacting people, some prepared vehicles, and some found various long and short guns from the hidden places of their residences.

Weapon smuggling in Europe is quite rampant. In Brussels, you can spend hundreds of euros to buy an AK-47 in just half an hour. Although most of them were produced in Yugoslavia in the 1980s, they are still quite useful.

Every year, the weapons and guns found by European police can almost be equipped with an infantry division, and more are not found. Europe's transportation is very convenient and security checks are in a formal manner, which allows the weapons hidden in the gas tanks and cargo boxes of individuals to be widely circulated.

The weapons in Mutahim's hand can be equipped with a platoon, and they have the maintenance and operation of former armed personnel smuggled from the Middle East, giving Paris a considerable deterrent power.

The corresponding personnel were quickly summoned, and the atmosphere was very dull after learning about the mission. After all, more than a dozen people who went there last night died of misfortune. When they came again today, everyone was a little scared. But at the call of Allah, no one was timid, and the warriors all said that they could sacrifice themselves at any time.

A total of five people were all real experts. Mutahim led the team himself, and he decided to drive three cars. In order to keep it a secret, everyone set out in dispersion.

Putting a short pipe ak with a folding butt stock into a wide robe, Mutahim took the lead openly out of his home in his nest. The child at the door nodded to him, indicating that there was no danger around him. He still looked left and right with caution, and slowly walked towards the vehicle parked on the side of the road.

Behind Mutahim are other members of the operation, and everyone is quiet, cold and murderous. They know that they have a great responsibility on their shoulders, and whether they can establish the kingdom of God's earth depends on their courage.

Three cars set off one after another. As the boss, Mutahim watched his teammates take the lead in leaving the street. The young men's calmness made him very satisfied, and he was also ready to drive on the road.

Just as Mutahim just opened the car door, a few young men walking over from behind him, holding hands, lowering their heads, and wearing hoods. Most of the people dressed up in this way are small gangsters from the neighborhood, wandering around.

Mutahim turned around and snorted coldly, demonstratively glared at these little gangsters. The blocks in the 93 provinces are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of people, not just the territory of the Agriculture Green Cultists.

However, as the boss of Africa, Mutahim was very confident in his identity. Seeing the little punk retreating from his threat, he smiled proudly.

Continue to open the car door and imagine the brilliant life after the successful operation. Mutahim was full of confidence. But when he lowered his head and was about to get into the car, he felt a sudden severe pain in the back of his head. A hard object hit his eyes and his body tilted.

Allah, why are the street gangsters so bold now? I am Mutahim, I am the boss of the A-gen tribe. I am even scared to myself. I was actually knocked on the street by someone?!

Mutahim tried hard to stand up again, and wanted to take out the rifle under his robe and kill the damn gangsters. But he was hit on the back of his head, and he couldn't even stand firmly. As he staggered, he heard someone stuffing pork into his mouth."

Mutahim fell to the ground, and two little gangsters surrounded him. One shot with his mobile phone, and the other took out a piece of pork and stuffed it into his mouth. He struggled hard, trying to spit out the meat, but his mouth was stylisted and a stick was stabbed.

Mutahim was choked so hard that he could hardly breathe, and he coughed and nauseated continuously. But the little punk who fed him ignored so much and forced him to swallow the meat before counting.

Several Agnes in the neighborhood reacted and scolded the two little gangsters who were raped. The two little gangsters were also very scared and forced to feed them for a while before leaving. Mutahim was almost choked to death by raw meat, and he couldn't vomit and could only swallow it.

Waiting for the nearby tribe to come, I saw that the boss of the dignified Agriculture group was hit by a baseball bat, bleeding from the back of the brain, tears flowing, and in a very embarrassing manner.

Mutahim barely supported himself and fell to his knees on the ground. He kept retching and spitting out raw meat pieces, and then shouted miserably: "Don't let me catch them, otherwise I will definitely send them to see Allah. Now I will send me to the hospital. I want to have a stomachache, and I will have a stomachache immediately!"

The task of intercepting Lin Sen naturally failed, and Mutahim was carried into the car and sent to the hospital. France's medical system is still good, at least better than the United States. Seeing the injured boss, medical staff quickly bandaged his wounds and laundered his stomach.

This is really because he didn't read the almanac when he left the house. He was attacked by someone as soon as he left the house. Mutahim could be so angry that he was so angry that he was so angry that he was harshly in the back of his head that he caused a concussion. He lay on the hospital bed and could only rest quietly, as wilted as a dead dog.

When it was late at night, the anesthetic effect on the back of his head subsided, and Mutahim woke up by the wound. He moved on the bed, and woke up a care worker leaning against him.

The hospital was quiet late at night and there were no people around. Mutahim asked the nurse: "Where are the people responsible for taking care of me?"

The nurse is an Eastern European woman in her forties. She has big arms and round waists and is very thick, and she speaks rudely. She replied bluntly: "All the people who sent you are gone. They are very busy now, so she hired me to take care of you."

Mutahim was confused and cursed in his heart: I, the boss, was plotted against me, but no one was by my side. What if my enemies came to me? What a bunch of fools!

Seeing Mutahim humming, the thick nurse was not afraid of him, but instead raised her phone and turned on the camera to shoot him. He immediately said angrily: "What are you doing when you take pictures of me? Delete it immediately. You are infringing on my religious beliefs, and I order you to delete it."

"Are you a Green Cult?" the nurse asked.

Mutahim showed a little proud, "I am a servant of Allah. I ask you to do what I say immediately, otherwise I will sue you for discrimination. My subordinates will deal with you hard when they come back."

This statement has always been invincible in the past, and no one else wants to be stuck with such a stinky dog ​​shit. Small costs can bring big benefits, which is the secret of Afro-American development. But this time it is a bit different...

"I think your people can't come back for a while. And you..." The thick nurse silently took out a piece of pork jerky from her pocket. "Can you eat this thing? Just eat it four times a day and I can earn 120 euros. Please cooperate, I will definitely take good care of you."
Chapter completed!