Late at night, a taxi departed from the center of Paris and headed north.
The driver of the car was a Green Christian. He looked at the three passengers beside him and in the back seat from time to time. In the passenger seat was a stunning beauty with wavy permed hair, extremely sexy. And in the back seat were two burly men.
Among them, the tall one is especially scary.
The taxi driver was originally a very talkative person, but he didn't know how to speak when faced with three silent passengers. When the car drove all the way to Seine-Saint-Denis on the outskirts of the city, the driver stopped at an intersection.
.
"Gentlemen, I can't go any further. Just past that street is the 93rd Department, a notoriously chaotic area of Paris. It's too late now, and I don't dare to go in. It's not some green Arab immigrants from North Africa.
, that’s a nigger.” The green driver pointed his palms forward and shook his head.
"You are also a Green Christian, and you have no friendship with those people?" asked the beautiful woman in the passenger seat.
The green driver laughed and laughed at himself: "Those people don't show friendship when they rob. To be honest, I am honored that you can drive my car. But I still have to remind you that it is best not to go to Province 93 at night.
Too dangerous!"
The burly man in the back seat took out a wad of cash from his pocket, randomly pulled out a few and handed them to the driver, "Thank you for the reminder, we can walk the rest of the way."
The car door opened, and the three passengers got out one after another. The driver looked out from the car and looked at the three people walking slowly forward, and suddenly shouted: "Miss Ruiwen, I am your fan, you are more beautiful than in the movie
A hundred times."
In response to the fans' enthusiastic shouts, the glamorous female passenger only replied lightly, "I got it."
Seeing the three passengers slowly disappearing into the darkness, the Green Cult driver sighed, "This woman is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is irresistible. Oh..., God! I can't stand it, I have to find a stop."
Street girl let off some steam."
The taxi drove away, and the lights were dim on the deserted streets. The province of Seine-Saint-Denis in the northern suburbs of Paris is notoriously chaotic. In the eyes of Parisians, this province numbered 93 has many negative labels. Living here
Most of them were old men and black men, and they all looked like criminals.
Housing prices in Province 93 are very cheap, and it has attracted many companies to use it as their office location. However, companies here need to implement strict security measures and have special bodyguards to protect their employees when they go to and from get off work. Some people laugh at themselves and say that they are the only ones in Province 93. It's like living in a war-torn area.
But even this kind of closed protective measures is only limited to the business district of 93 departments. Leaving the business district, it is really a lawless area. Maybe just walking through a street, people will feel that they have run from the bustling Paris to the chaotic Syria.
Among the three people who had just gotten off the bus, Minsk, who was two meters tall, was walking at the front. He had always been taciturn, but he was a very reliable partner. At this moment, he was striding ahead, with a burst of anger all over his body.
The butcher followed, approached Minsk and asked: "What do you want to do?"
"Kill that bastard Chekov." Minsk said concisely.
"Chekov at this time doesn't know you yet," said the butcher.
Minsk snorted coldly, "So what? He did it anyway. I have to thank Victor for giving me a chance to take revenge. Otherwise, how could I have found that bastard?"
The butcher sighed, turned around and shrugged to Catalina, who was walking at the end, saying that he could do nothing to persuade her. Catalina didn't say much and just followed silently.
The notoriety of Department 93 comes from the so-called sensitive neighborhoods where green believers gather. The Paris police do not care about these places. The people here are often smuggled immigrants. The French government, which has the disease of Mary, takes them in but does not manage them, so that this place
It has become an underground world.
All the shops on the street are closed, the doors and windows are closed, and there are a few sneaky figures walking through the street from time to time. In this place where the unemployment rate exceeds 50%, crime has become the only livelihood for many people.
When passing an intersection, several hooded men spotted the three people from Minsk. They immediately ran over quickly, and after approaching, they took out several knives and tried to surround the three people and cut off their escape route. The leader looked at
After arriving at Catalina, he said happily: "Look, there is a girl."
It's easy to be unlucky when you are proud. Before the leader of the gangster could finish his words, he flew up and kicked his neck directly. The other gangsters didn't realize the seriousness of the problem.
He came up, cursing and wanting to bleed Catalina.
The muffled sound of bang bang bang kept happening within a few seconds. Katarina liked to kick people with her legs. Her speed and agility were far beyond ordinary people. In just a few seconds, a circle of corpses fell around her. And tonight's action couldn't be done.
Leaving one alive, she kicked all the gangsters who surrounded her to death.
The body was left where it was, and Catalina looked around to make sure that no one had seen it or was being filmed by surveillance cameras. In fact, this neighborhood was already in a mess. No one dared to meddle in their own business at night, and the surveillance cameras had been captured long ago.
broken.
After catching up with Minsk and the butcher in a few steps, Catalina saw Minsk parked in front of an ordinary roadside shop. The rolling shutter door closed the door, but the thin iron sheet could not stop Minsk's violent ravages.
With a few bangs and bangs, the rolling shutter door was violently torn down by Minsk. The inside looked like a Turkish kebab restaurant, with tables and chairs stacked on top of each other, a bit messy.
The sound at the door alerted the people in the store, and Catalina soon heard an angry voice coming from the second floor of the store. Someone rushed down the stairs, cursing loudly, and seemed to be holding a shotgun in his hand.
Minsk picked up a chair and threw it at the gunman, knocking him down with a bang, and the shotgun in his hand went off, making a loud bang.
The gunman who fell to the ground was knocked unconscious. Minsk, who had been taking his time, suddenly rushed forward and ran up to the second floor like a civet cat. The butcher who was following behind stopped Katarina who wanted to follow.
At this time, gunshots were heard from the floor on the second floor, and a hail of bullets penetrated the ceiling, landing exactly where Minsk had just stopped.
"Fuck!" Catalina turned around and ran out. She walked out of the store and easily jumped up to the wall on the second floor, breaking the window and getting in. The butcher who stayed on the first floor found a chair to sit down out of boredom and let out a long sigh.
After a while, Minsk carried the two languid people back to the first floor and threw them on the floor. One of them had a bruised nose and face, but he still raised his head unruly to see who had attacked him.
As soon as the man raised his head, he saw the butcher's ugly face. The butcher lifted the man's chin with his toes and said with a mocking smile: "Dudaev, I really didn't expect that we could meet again under such circumstances.
God is really good at joking, my face can be destroyed in your hands. I have countless dreams about twisting your head off!"
"Who are you?" The guy with a bruised nose and face had opened a local barbecue restaurant for many years, and his secret identity had never been revealed. He didn't expect that his real name would be broken by a stranger. "I don't know you."
Minsk from behind stepped on Dudayev's head. With a little force, the opponent's head almost exploded. He suppressed his anger and asked: "Tell me where Chekov is? There is an old friend from the future who wants to