Chapter 1500 Unfavorable Start

When a certain big villain was preparing to make trouble, Mutahim, whose home was in the 93rd arrondissement of Paris, had just hung up the phone. The mysterious stranger provided him with the whereabouts of 'Lin Sen' returning to Paris from Reims tonight, and the request was that he must obey the corresponding arrangements after he was kidnapped.

A few words from the stranger pinched Mutashim's sore foot, making him dare not do anything wrong. He frowned and remained silent for a few minutes, and the atmosphere was quite serious. The subordinates around him looked at each other and silently waited for his order.

"Go and gather some people. It doesn't take too many, just five or six. Take out the weapons we have hidden, and we will make a big one." Mutahim is still full of ambition, and his ambition is not diminished. As long as the target is killed, there will be 200 million yuan, and it is worth risking your life for this money.

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

The Arab members surrounding Mutahim dispersed silently. Some of them were in charge of contacting people, some were preparing vehicles, and some were finding all kinds of long and short firearms from the hidden places of their residences.

Arms smuggling in Europe is quite rampant. It takes only half an hour to buy an AK-47 in Brussels for a few hundred euros. Although most of them were produced in Yugoslavia in the 1980s, they are still quite easy to use.

Every year, the European police detect weapons and guns that can equip an infantry division, and there are even more weapons that are not detected. The transportation in Europe is very convenient, and the security check is also a mere formality, which allows the weapons hidden in the car fuel tanks and the gaps in the cargo boxes to be carried by individuals to circulate very widely.

The weapons in Mutahim's hands can be equipped with a platoon, and they are maintained and operated by former armed personnel who smuggled in from the Middle East, giving the Albanian ethnic group in Paris a considerable deterrent.

The corresponding personnel were quickly summoned, and the atmosphere was very dull after learning about the mission. After all, the dozen or so people who went there last night all died unexpectedly. If they come again today, everyone will be a little scared. But under the call of Allah, no one is timid, and the warriors all express that they are ready to dedicate themselves at any time.

There are five people in total, and they are all real masters. Mutahim led the team himself, and he decided to drive three vehicles. For the sake of secrecy, everyone dispersed.

Stuffing a short-barreled AK with a folding stock into the wide robe, Mutashim led the way out of his lair. The child at the door nodded to him, indicating that there was no danger around. But he still looked left and right vigilantly, and then slowly walked towards the vehicle parked on the side of the road.

Behind Mutahim are the other members of the operation, all of whom remain quiet, indifferent and murderous. They are well aware that they have great responsibilities on their shoulders, and whether they can establish God's heaven on earth depends on their courage.

Three cars set off one by one. As the boss, Mutashim watched his team members take the lead and leave the street. He was very satisfied with the calmness of the boys, and he was ready to drive on the road.

Just when Mutahim just opened the car door, a few young men with hoods walked up behind him with their hands folded, their heads bowed. Most of the people in this kind of dress are the little ruffians in the neighborhood, wandering around.

Mutahim turned his head and snorted coldly, and gave these little ruffians a few demonstrative glances. The neighborhoods of Ninety-Three Provinces are mixed with dragons and snakes, and there are all kinds of people, and it is not just the territory of Arab Green Christians.

However, as the boss of the Arabs, Mutashim is very confident in his identity. Seeing that the little ruffian retreated under his threat, he smiled triumphantly.

Continue to open the car door, imagine the brilliant life after the successful operation, Mutashim is full of ambition. But when he lowered his head and was about to get into the car, he felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head, and a hard object hit his eyes with stars, and his body was tilted.

God, why are street punks so bold now? I'm Mutashim, I'm the boss of the Albanian group, I'm so scared that I'm even afraid of myself, and I was beaten with a sap on the street? !

Mutashim struggled to get back on his feet, wishing he could pull out his rifle from under his robe and shoot those damned punks and ruffians right away. But he was hit on the back of the head, and he couldn't even stand still, and when he staggered, he heard someone stuff pork into his mouth. "

Mutashim fell to the ground, surrounded by two young ruffians. One person took pictures with a 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 opened abruptly, and there was a stick stabbing him hard.

Mutashim was choked to the point where he could barely breathe, with constant coughing and nausea. But the little ruffian who fed him didn't care so much, and forced him to swallow the meat to count.

A few Arabs on the block reacted and yelled at the two violent little ruffians. The two little ruffians were also very frightened, and they left in a hurry after being forced to feed them for a while. Mutashim was choked to death by the lump of raw meat, and couldn't spit it out, so he could only swallow it.

Waiting for the neighbors of the same ethnic group to rush over, I saw that the boss of the dignified Albanian ethnic group was hit with a baseball bat so that the back of his head bleeds, tears flowed, and he was extremely embarrassed.

Mutahim barely propped himself up and fell to the ground. He kept retching and spat out the raw meat, and then screamed miserably: "Those damned little ruffians, don't let me catch them, or I will definitely send them to see you!" Allah. Send me to the hospital now, I need gastric lavage, I need gastric lavage immediately!"

Naturally, the task of intercepting and killing 'Lin Sen' fell through, and Mutashim was hurriedly carried into a car and taken to the hospital. France's medical system is still good, at least better than the United States. Seeing the injured boss, the medical staff quickly bandaged his wound and performed gastric lavage.

This is really going out without reading the almanac, and was attacked as soon as he left the house. Mutahim could be pissed off by this. Because of a concussion caused by a hard blow to the back of the head, he lay on the hospital bed and could only rest quietly, wilting like a dead dog.

In the dead of night, the effect of the anesthetic on the back of the head faded, and Mutahim woke up from the pain of the wound. When he moved on the bed, he woke up a nurse who was leaning against him.

The hospital was very quiet late at night, and there were no people around. Mutahim asked the nurse, "Where is the person who takes care of me?"

The nurse is an Eastern European woman in her forties, with big arms and a round waist, and she speaks in a rough voice. She replied bluntly: "The people who brought you here have all left. They are very busy now, so they hired me to take care of you."

Mutahim didn't know why, and cursed inwardly: I, the boss, was plotted against, and there was no one to guard me, what if the enemy came to my door? What a bunch of idiots!

Seeing Mutahim humming endlessly, the stout nurse was not afraid of him, but raised his mobile phone and turned on the camera to take pictures of him. He immediately said angrily: "What are you doing filming me? Delete it immediately. You are violating my religious beliefs, and I order you to delete it."

"Are you a Green Christian?" the nurse asked back.

Mutahim showed a bit of pride, "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 severely when they come back."

This rhetoric has always been unfavorable in the past, and no one else wants to be stuck with such a trip of stinky shit. Small costs can bring big benefits, which is the secret of the development of the Arabs. But this time something is different....

"I think your people won't be able to come back for a while. And you..." The stout nurse silently took out a piece of pork jerky from his pocket, "Can you eat this thing? You only need to eat it four times a day , I can earn one hundred and twenty euros. Please cooperate, and I will take good care of you."

Mutahim stared in astonishment, feeling that something was wrong.