Chapter 1464: Revenge from the future

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Late at night, a taxi departed from the center of Paris and headed north.
The driver was a green believer, and from time to time he looked at the three passengers around him and in the back seat. The co-driver's seat was a cold and beautiful woman with a wavy curly hair, extremely sexy. In the back seat are two burly men, the tall one is particularly scary.
The taxi driver was originally a very talkative crowd, but faced with three silent passengers but did not know how to speak. As 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 drive any further. After that street is the 93 province, the famous chaotic area of ​​Paris. It's too late now and I dare not go in. It's not some Arab green religion immigrants from North Africa. , That's niggas. "Green teaches the driver to point his palm forward and keep shaking his head.
"You are also a green believer, have no friendship with those people?" The beautiful woman in the front passenger seat asked.
The driver of Green Teaching gave a haha ​​and laughed at himself: "Those people don't talk about friendship during robbery. To be honest, I am honored that you can be my car. But I still want to remind you that it is better not to go to the 93 province at night. Too dangerous!"
The burly man in the back seat pulled out a stack of cash from his pocket and pulled out a few sheets to the driver. "Thank you for your reminder, we can go the next way."
The door opened and the three passengers descended in turn. Lvjiao driver looked at the three people who were moving forward slowly from the probe inside the car, and suddenly shouted, "Miss Ruiwen, I am your fan, you are 100 times more beautiful than in the movie."
To the eager shouting of fans, the cold female passenger only responded slightly, "I see."
As the three passengers slowly disappeared into the darkness, the driver of the green teaching sighed, "This woman is so beautiful, it is so irresistible. Oh ... God! I can't stand it, I have to find a station The street girl vented. "
The taxi drove away, the streets were dimly lit, and the province of Seine-Saint-Denis in the northern suburbs of Paris was notoriously chaotic. In the eyes of Parisians, the province numbered 93 has many negative labels. Most of the people who live here are old and old, all of whom look like criminals.
House prices in 93 provinces are very cheap, which has also attracted many companies as office locations. But companies here need to implement strict security measures, and have special bodyguards to protect their employees from work. Some people have ridiculed themselves as if they were living in a war-torn area in the 93 province.
But even if this closed protection is limited to the business district of 93 provinces, leaving the business district is a lawless area. Perhaps just crossing a street, people will feel that they have run from bustling Paris to chaotic Syria.
Of the three who just got off the bus, Minsk, two meters tall, walked ahead. He has always been quiet, but he is a very reliable partner. At this moment he strode forward, with an anger all over him.
The butcher followed, approaching Minsk and asked, "What do you want to do?"
"Kill that Chekov." Minsk said concisely.
"Chekov doesn't know you yet at this time," said the butcher.
Minsk snorted, "So what? He did it anyway. I have to thank Victor for giving me a chance to get revenge. Otherwise I might find that bastard?"
The butcher sighed and shrugged back at Catalina, who walked last, saying that he could not persuade him. Katrina didn't talk much, just followed silently.
The notoriety of the 93 province comes from the so-called sensitive neighbourhoods where green believers gather. Paris police don't care about these places. The people here are often illegal immigrants. The French government with Notre Dame took them in but did not manage them, so that it has become an underground world.
All the shops on the street are closed, the doors and windows are closed tightly, and from time to time there are several sneaky figures walking through the street. In this place where the unemployment rate exceeds 50%, crime has become the only livelihood occupation for many people.
Several people in hoods spotted the three Minsk men as they passed an intersection. They rushed over at once, and after drawing closer, they took out several knives and tried to surround the three, cutting off their escape route. The leading one said after seeing Katrina: "Look, there is a girl."
It was easy to be unlucky when he was proud, and the leader's little flew up before he finished speaking, and he kicked his neck directly with one foot. The other punks didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and shouted that they were forced to bleed and scream at Caterina.
The muffled noises continued to occur within a few seconds. Katrina liked to kick people with her legs. Her speed and agility were far beyond ordinary people, and a few rounds of corpses fell around her. And tonight's action can't stay alive, she kicked all the hoops around.
The body remained where it left off, and Katerina looked around to make sure it was not seen or monitored. In fact, this neighborhood is already so messy that no one dares to gossip around at night, and the monitoring probes have been destroyed.
A few steps caught up with Minsk and the butcher, and Katrina saw Minsk parked in front of an ordinary roadside shop. The roller shutters closed the shop door, but the thin metal sheet could not stop the violent crickets in Minsk.
With a few bangs, the roller shutter was forcibly demolished by Minsk. It looks like a Turkish barbecue restaurant, with tables and chairs stacked and a bit messy.
The noise at the door shocked the people inside the store ~ ​​EbookFREE.me ~ Caterina soon heard a furious voice coming from the second floor of the store. Someone cursed and rushed down the stairs, and seemed to be holding a Shotgun.
Minsk picked up a chair and smashed at the gunman. He smashed the opponent with a slap, and the shotgun in the opponent's hand went out of flame and slammed.
The fallen gunman was stunned, but Minsk, who had been slow and slow, suddenly rushed forward, walking up the second floor like a civet cat, but the butcher following him stopped Katrina who wanted to follow.
At that moment, gunshots came from the floor on the second floor, and a shuttle bullet penetrated the ceiling, landing just where Minsk had just stopped.
"Fuck!" Katerina turned around and ran outwards. She stepped outside the store and bounced off the wall on the second floor, breaking the window and killing herself. The butcher who stayed on the first floor bored a chair and sat down with a long sigh.
After a while, Minskti walked back to the first floor with the two collapsed people on the floor and threw them on the floor. One of them had a blue nose and a swollen face, but he still looked upset to see who had attacked himself.
As soon as the man looked up, he saw the ugly face of the butcher. The butcher raised his chin with his toes and laughed mockingly: "Dudaev, I never thought we could meet again in this situation.
God is really joking, my face is ruined in your hands. Countless dreams I want to unscrew your head! "
"Who are you?" The guy with a blue nose and swollen face has opened a local barbecue restaurant for many years, and his secret identity has never been revealed. He didn't expect his real name to be drunk by a stranger. "I do not know you."
Minsk on the back stepped on Dudayev's head, and with a little force, he stepped on the opponent almost to his head. He asked angrily: "Tell me where is Chekov? A future old friend is looking for him."