Marseille is the capital of Provence, the second largest city in France, and the largest port in the Mediterranean region. For thousands of years, Eastern goods have landed from Marseille and been shipped to European countries. It is filled with a large number of North Africans and Muslims.
Jews, as well as tourists from all over the world, everyone can feel the strange and exotic atmosphere in Marseille.
The taxi driver was an Algerian with a mustache, and his French accent had a strong North African flavor. Like taxi drivers all over the world, he was also very talkative, chattering to Liu Ziguang about his ancestor's participation in World War II.
He told Liu Ziguang his heroic story and suggested that Liu Ziguang take a walk along the seaside to enjoy the scenery of Marseille.
Liu Ziguang readily agreed, and the driver became even more excited. He drove along the seaside while introducing various famous attractions. The water in Marseille is very blue, and the sky is also very blue. There are countless yachts moored in the harbor, with masts like a forest, white sails dotted on the sea, and sand gulls soaring.
There are no high-rise buildings in the city, only red-tiled stone houses, elegance and historical charm. No wonder it has become a place that the petty bourgeoisie all over the world yearn for.
The taxi drove towards the port area in the west of Marseille. Liu Ziguang noticed that the port area was very large and that many places were under construction. The driver noticed his gaze and introduced: "These workers are all foreigners, from Pakistan.
There are those from Egypt and Eastern Europe. Their wages are much cheaper than French workers, and the bosses will not let go of this little money and will always find ways to get it."
"Oh, how do you do it?" Liu Ziguang asked casually.
"Usually they smuggle some Eastern European girls from places like Romania, give them drugs, and let them serve these workers. You know, you can sleep with them for 20 euros, which is much cheaper than the brothels in Marseille. So
As soon as this happened, the workers’ wages were taken back by the bosses.”
Liu Ziguang immediately understood what was going on with those people in the container. He asked calmly: "So, the port business is controlled by local gangs?"
The driver showed off: "No, the local mafia has been in trouble since ten years ago. The gangs from Eastern Europe are more ruthless and cruel than them. Now those who control the port area are basically from Albania, Croatia, and Ukraine."
Help people.”
"Don't the police care?"
"The police don't care, the gendarmes don't care, and the government doesn't care either. They only know how to collect money. Anyway, these people can't cause any trouble. They are more concerned about immigrants from Africa and Arabs. You know, those people are more capable than Eastern Europeans."
Noisy."
After listening to the driver's talk, Liu Ziguang had a general understanding of the local situation. After arriving at the destination, he gave the driver an extra fifty euros as a tip, walked to the port authority office to inquire about the arrival of the cargo ship, and learned that the Hong Kong-registered ship was
The cargo ship will arrive at the port to unload its cargo in one hour.
After leaving the port authority, Liu Ziguang started to call Dongfang Ke. When the two of them parted, he left the satellite phone with Dongfang Ke, but when he called him, the other party's phone was turned off. Liu Ziguang couldn't help but have doubts in his heart. He did not go directly to the dock.
, but climbed onto the container in the unloading port.
The port of Marseille is much larger than the port of Duras. The containers are piled up like a mountain, and there is more than enough room to hide one person. Liu Ziguang lay on a high place, took out the telescope he got from the port authority, and began to observe the scene.
As usual, we first checked to see if there were any snipers or something ambushed. We almost suffered a loss in this area last time at the Manila port. However, the Eastern European gangs obviously did not have this quality. They did not ambush anyone. The port area was peaceful until the cargo ship.
Twenty minutes before entering the port, three cars and a truck drove over.
A group of tough young men in black got out of the car. Gangsters all over the world like to wear black clothes and black sunglasses. This made Liu Ziguang feel very strange. Could it be that he could only show his identity by wearing black.
This group of people obviously came with guys. They were chewing gum and did not hide the firearms hidden under their windbreakers. The cargo ship slowly docked. This six thousand-ton cargo ship was in the Port of Marseille, which is full of thousands of tons of giant ships.
It looked quite inconspicuous inside, and customs and quarantine officers boarded the ship for inspection before leaving.
As the unloading began, Liu Ziguang used his telescope to observe the movements on the ship. Suddenly he saw a familiar face, Dongfang Ke, who had his hands tied. Two crew members carried him off the ship, one on the left and the other on the right.
Those gangsters, and then ten unkempt girls got off the boat in a panic. Judging from their clothes, they were Eastern Europeans.
Liu Ziguang flicked the telescope and climbed down from the several-story container like an ape. He came to a phone booth on the road and pretended to make a call. In fact, he was paying attention to what was going on behind him. Three cars whizzed past, followed by the last one.
There was a truck. When the truck slowed down and turned, Liu Ziguang jumped up.
The group of Eastern European girls didn't scream in panic when they found someone jumping on the car. The journey in the container regardless of day or night had exhausted their energy, and this was France, a completely unfamiliar place, so they were just indifferent.
He looked at Liu Ziguang without saying a word.
Liu Ziguang stretched out his index finger and made a silencing gesture on his lips, then found a place to sit down, walked around the carriage for a while, found a two-foot-long crowbar, and weighed it in his hand.
, the portion is just right.
After a while, the truck drove into the construction site near the port. As the brakes sounded, two people got out of the car in front and joked with each other in rude Eastern European languages. When they opened the truck tarpaulin,
, a crowbar came towards him, hitting the first man in the eye, and immediately piercing the whole head. The other man was stunned and did not react for a moment. Liu Ziguang picked up the pistol on his waist and put one hand on his belt.
After rubbing it, the bullet was loaded.
The screams alerted the people in front, and four or five people heard the sound and rushed over. Liu Ziguang grabbed the frightened guy as a human shield, fired continuously with his right hand, biting the flesh, and immediately knocked down the three people in front. Everyone was
He was shot three times in a row and quickly lost his ability to resist. The two people behind him reacted very quickly. They pulled out the submachine guns from their waists and opened fire. The bullets came over like a hail of bullets, turning Liu Ziguang's human shield into a hornet's nest. Liu Ziguang calmly retreated to the truck.
From behind, drop the tank, unload the magazine, and load the bullet, almost in the blink of an eye.
The Eastern European girls in the truck screamed in fright, and the gangsters who were suddenly attacked also yelled. Liu Ziguang's shooting skills were so accurate that they had to find bunkers separately. Someone hid behind the car door and called for reinforcements.
Someone was lying on the ground changing magazines, while Dongfang Ke was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he was shivering with his head in his hands.
Liu Ziguang bent down and opened fire from under the truck. His shooting method was different from others. Although he used the effect of a submachine gun, a magazine of fifteen bullets was always fired. He was lying on the ground and hiding behind the car door.
Almost all of them were knocked down by him in an instant.
Shi Shiran came out from the back of the truck. Liu Ziguang blew on the smoking muzzle and glanced contemptuously at the corpses scattered in front of him. The all-powerful Eastern European gangs that swept through Marseille were nothing more than that. In terms of military quality, they were not as good as his own militiamen.
Woolen cloth.
Two people climbed out of the car. The only gang member blocked Dongfang Ke in front of him, put a pistol on his temple, glared at Liu Ziguang, and was ready to negotiate terms.
The moment he opened his mouth, Liu Ziguang raised his hand and fired a shot, hitting the center of his eyebrow. The bullet penetrated from his forehead, forming a fist-sized wound on the back of his head. The blood from his brain spurted out, which was horrifying.
Liu Ziguang dropped the empty pistol, picked up two guns on the ground and stuffed them into his belt, then picked up a submachine gun and threw it to Dongfang Ke: "Follow me."
Dongfang Ke was so frightened that he couldn't move forward. Liu Ziguang took two steps and saw that he didn't follow, so he had to say: "You stay here, and if necessary, pull the trigger. Do you understand?"
Dongfang Ke didn't speak and just nodded blankly. Liu Ziguang ignored him and went directly into the building on the side. This was a temporary two-story work shed. It was smoky inside and was divided into single rooms with plywood.
Each single room contained a bed and a sluggish and half-clothed girl. It was obvious that this was a cheap brothel on the construction site of an Eastern European gang.
Since it was daytime, there was no business in the brothel, and all the thugs were knocked down by Liu Ziguang. He searched inside with a gun and found no remaining gang members, but the shocking reality made him angry. These girls
They were all clearly under the influence of drugs, and were unconscious. Some were as skinny as a stick, and some were unconscious. It is simply unimaginable that this scene would appear in developed Western European countries.
Just as Liu Ziguang was about to leave, he suddenly found a girl squatting in the corner, with flaxen hair hanging down, and her low sobs were vaguely familiar.
"Demi?" Liu Ziguang called tentatively.
The girl raised her head and immediately showed an expression of disbelief. From fear to shock to ecstasy, she was indeed Demi Thorpe, the eighteen-year-old American dancer she met on the train.
"Bruce!" Demi jumped up, hugged Liu Ziguang's neck tightly and cried loudly, her tears flowing freely like spring water. It must be that in these few hours, the girl has experienced a fear that will be unforgettable in her life.
"It's okay, it's okay." Liu Ziguang patted Demi's back gently, comforting the poor girl. Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire outside. Liu Ziguang ran out and saw Dongfang Ke holding the still-stained bag in his hand.
A smoking MP5 submachine gun, his hands were shaking nervously, and in front of him lay a dying young man.
Liu Ziguang hurriedly stepped forward and held down the barrel of Dongfang Ke's gun: "Be careful of misfire."
"I hit the wrong person." Dongfang Ke said tremblingly.
Liu Ziguang looked at the young man on the ground. The young man had black hair and handsome features. He didn't have a gun in his hand. Blood was pouring from several bullet holes in his body. His lips opened and closed, and it could be seen that he was saying "Help me."
pronunciation.
Suddenly, Demi rushed over and spat at the young man fiercely. Liu Ziguang immediately understood, "You are not wrong." He pulled out his pistol and shot three times in the young man's head, killing a handsome man.
Handsome's head was beaten into a rotten watermelon. There is no doubt that this guy is the boy who carpooled with Demi at the train station. His appearance here and now can only mean that he is a member of the gang.
Demi clung to Liu Ziguang's side and never wanted to leave. Liu Ziguang patted her back and said, "Okay, we have to leave before the police come."
"Wait a minute." Demi suddenly remembered something, ran into the two-story building and dragged out her luggage. She was also holding a large paper box in her hand, which was full of euro cash, and said like a treasure: "
See what I found?"
"Leave this money to them." Liu Ziguang pointed to the Eastern European girls who slowly gathered at the door. Their haggard appearance almost stunned Demi. She put down the cardboard box and ran back to Liu Ziguang.
Several cars at the scene were all damaged. Liu Ziguang found a brand new Mercedes-Benz in the garage of the small building. The door was unlocked, but the key could not be found. He opened the sun visor and a folding key fell out.
"Get in the car!" Liu Ziguang greeted Dongfang Ke and Demi. They got into the car and Liu Ziguang drove away in the Mercedes-Benz Juechen.
As the taxi driver said, the police station took an indifferent attitude towards gang fights in the port area and always waited until they were finished before collecting the bodies. This time was no exception. They opened a brothel at the construction site in the port area.
The Albanian gang was wiped out by an unknown gang. Except for a few guys who were wandering around Marseille and abducting ignorant foreign girls, all 11 members of the gang were wiped out.