Chapter 1464: Revenge From the Future

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Late at night, a taxi departs from central Paris, heading north.

The driver of the car was a Green Christian, and he looked around and the three passengers in the back seat from time to time. In the passenger seat was a glamorous beauty with wavy curly hair, extremely sexy. And in the back seat are two burly men, the tall one is especially scary.

The taxi driver was originally a very talkative crowd, 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. Across that street is the 93rd, a notoriously chaotic area of ​​Paris. It's too late for me to go in. It's not some North African Arab Green religion immigrant. , that’s a nigga.” The green teacher pointed his palm forward and kept shaking his head.

"You are also a Green Cultist, so you don't have any friendship with those people?" asked the beauty in the passenger seat.

The driver of Lvjiao laughed and laughed at himself: "Those people don't show friendship when they rob. To be honest, I am very honored that you can be my car. But I still want to remind you that it is best not to go to 93 provinces at night. Too dangerous!"

The burly man in the back seat took out a stack of cash from his pocket, took out a few and handed them to the driver, "Thank you for reminding us, we can walk the rest of the way."

The door opened and the three passengers got off one by one. The driver of Lvjiao poked his head out of the car and looked at the three people who were walking forward, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Miss Ruiwen, I am your movie fan, you are a hundred times more beautiful than in the movie."

To the fans' eager shouts, the glamorous female passenger only replied lightly, "Got it."

Watching the three passengers slowly disappear into the darkness, the driver of Lvjiao sighed, "This woman is so beautiful, so beautiful that it is irresistible. Oh..., God! I can't bear it, I have to find a stop Street girl, let's vent."

The taxi drove away, the lights on the deserted streets were dim, and the Seine-Saint-Denis department in the northern suburbs of Paris was notoriously chaotic. In the eyes of Parisians, this province numbered 93 has many negative labels. Most of the people who live here are old and old, and they all look like criminals.

Housing prices in 93 provinces are very cheap, which has also attracted many companies as their office locations. But the companies here need to implement strict security measures, and have special bodyguards to protect their employees on and off work. Some people laughed at themselves and said that being in the 93rd province was like living in a war-torn area.

But even this kind of closed protection measures are only limited to the business district of 93 provinces, leaving the business district is really a lawless area. Maybe just crossing one street, people will feel that they have gone from the bustling Paris to the chaotic Syria.

Among the three people who just got out of the car, Minsk, who was two meters tall, walked in the front. He has always been taciturn, but he is a very reliable partner. At this moment, he was striding forward, with 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 the chance to take revenge. Otherwise, how could I find that bastard?"

The butcher sighed, turned his head and shrugged at Katerina who was walking at the end, expressing that he had nothing to persuade. Katerina didn't say much, just followed silently.

The notoriety of the 93rd province comes from the so-called sensitive neighborhoods where Green Christians gather, and the Paris police don't care about these places. The people here are often smuggled immigrants. The French government with Notre Dame took them in but did not manage them, so that this place has become an underground world.

All the shops on the street were closed, and the doors and windows were tightly closed. From time to time, there were a few sneaky figures walking through the street. In a place where the unemployment rate exceeds 50 percent,

Crime became the only livelihood for many people.

When passing through an intersection, several hooded men spotted the Minsk trio. They immediately ran over quickly, approached and took out a few knives in an attempt to surround the three of them and cut off their escape route. The leader said cheerfully after seeing Katerina, "Look, there's a girl."

It's easy to be unlucky when you are triumphant. The leading gangster flew up before he finished speaking, and kicked his neck directly with a kick. The other gangsters hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, so they called Cha Cha to force them forward, cursing and trying to bleed Katerina.

The muffled bang bang bang kept happening within a few seconds. Katerina liked to kick people with her legs. Her speed and agility far surpassed ordinary people, and a circle of corpses fell around her in a few seconds. And tonight's actions could not save anyone alive, she kicked all the punks who surrounded her to death.

The body was left where it was, and Katerina looked around to make sure she wasn't being seen or filmed. But in fact, this block is already in a mess, no one dares to meddle in the night, and the surveillance cameras have been destroyed long ago.

After a few steps to catch up with Minsk and the butcher, Katerina saw Minsk parked in front of an ordinary roadside shop. The rolling gate closed the store door, but the thin iron sheet could not stop the ravages of Minsk violence.

After a few bangs and bangs, the rolling gate was violently torn down by Minsk. Inside, it looked like a kebab restaurant, with tables and chairs stacked together in a mess.

The sound at the door alarmed the people in the store, and Katerina soon heard a furious voice coming from the second floor of the store, someone cursed loudly and rushed down the stairs, seeming to be holding a shotgun in his hand.

Minsk picked up a chair and threw it at the shooter, knocking him down with a bang, and the shotgun in his hand went off with a bang.

The gunman who fell to the ground was knocked out, but Minsk, who had been sluggish all the time, suddenly rushed forward, running up to the second floor like a civet cat, but the butcher who followed behind stopped Katerina who wanted to follow.

At this time, there was a sudden sound of gunfire on the floor of the second floor, and a shuttle of bullets pierced through the ceiling, landing just where Minsk had just stopped.

"Fuck!" Katerina turned around and ran out. She walked out of the store and easily bounced up the wall on the second floor, and directly broke the window and killed her. The butcher who stayed on the first floor sat down on a chair out of boredom, and let out a long sigh.

After a while, Minskiti led the two listless people back to the first floor and threw them on the floor. One of them had a bruised nose and a swollen face, but he still raised his head rebelliously to see who attacked him.

As soon as the man looked up, he saw the ugly face of the butcher. The butcher lifted the opponent'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 can really be kidding, my face can be destroyed in your hands. I've dreamed countless times to screw your head off! "

"Who are you?" The guy with a bruised nose and a 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 broken by a stranger in one gulp. "I do not know you."

Minsk, who was behind, stepped on Dudayev's head, and stomped on Dudayev's head with a little force until his head almost burst. Holding back his anger, he asked, "Tell me where Chekov is? An old friend from the future is looking for him."