my beauty world

The girl was terrified: "Please, let me go. I am Albanian. My hometown is in the capital Tirana. We are compatriots."

Snapped--

Murad waved his whip and it exploded in the air: "Of course, we are not only compatriots, but also father and daughter. Come on, call Dad..."

The girl was so frightened that tears flowed out. It shouldn’t be like this. When I was in the capital Tirana, it was agreed to come to France to work and earn money so that she could support her younger siblings...

The cell phone rang suddenly, Murad frowned, took out his cell phone to answer the call, and just said a few words before his eyes widened: "What? The attack on Paradise Street? Where's Marco? Where's my son? Aren't you the police? Not the Security Bureau How could you not know! Joseph, you have taken the money, at least do something! I want to know who did it and where my son went!"

Murad hung up the phone, not interested, only violent, brandished the whip, and pulled it out.

After two whips, the phone rang again amidst the girl's screams, and he picked it up: "Mako was kidnapped? What did those girls say? You bastard, if you dare to kidnap my son, I'll kill him!"

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The car was driving in the 93rd province, Ronan cheered up, this is the most chaotic place in Paris.

Approaching the Javier freight station, there are large trucks passing through the intersection, so Ronan can only stop and let the large trucks go first.

As soon as the car stopped, six or seven black people suddenly appeared on the side of the road, holding iron bars, bats and stones, and ran towards the car.

They want to smash cars and rob!

Ronan didn't talk nonsense, took out his gun, and shot the leader Uncle Hei's leg.

With a bang, Uncle Hei immediately fell down and screamed. When those people saw the muzzle of the gun, they turned and ran back.

A car behind was surrounded.

A convoy of large cars passed by in front of him. Ronan stepped on the gas and walked forward. Through the rearview mirror, he could see that the front windshield of the car behind was smashed.

In the original world, northern Myanmar had better law and order than here.

It is said that the French side has long since abandoned 93 provinces, and the gangs have merged on a large scale without the police appearing.

Approaching the Javier cargo terminal, there are many vehicles coming in and out, and the surrounding lights are brightly lit.

Ronan drove the car into the shadows, parked, opened the trunk, and ripped off Marco's mouth-guzzling tape.

Ma Ke was weak and half-dead: "Please, let me go."

Ronan asked: "Is there anything that can convince your father that it is unique to you?"

Marko wants to live: "Ring! Ring!"

On his uninjured hand he wore a gold signet ring.

Ronan rolled it down, put it in his pocket, took out the items that might be used, and focused on checking the weapons. After dealing with various gangsters a lot, he found that the simple and rude way is often the best.

Considering that Anna might be in the hands of Marko's father, Murad, Ronan didn't kill Marko for the time being, but re-sealed him, locked the car and walked towards the freight station.

On the way, he took out Marco's wallet, which contained a group photo of Murad and his son.

The freight station does not occupy a large area, and the wall is only more than two meters high.

Ronan bypassed the front door, found a place where no one was around, jumped on the wall and entered the warehouse.

Not far away, a worker in work clothes and a hat walked towards the toilet.

Luo Nanjing waited in the shadow of his path, blending into the night.

Due to the effect of the camouflage, the man seemed unable to see Ronan. Ronan easily knocked him out, put on his overalls and hat, and threw him into a corner full of discarded goods.

After a little identification, I saw the office building and the largest warehouses that Mark mentioned.

Ronan held the dagger upside down in his hand, and walked over there along the road between the warehouses like the workers here.

On the road, almost all I heard were Eastern European accents.

Someone greeted him, and Ronan, with his newly acquired proficiency in Albanian, handled it with ease.

Passing by a truck, several workers were moving boxes inside.

With years of working experience in the original world, Ronan smelled the smell of drugs.

The warehouse next to Xiaolou seems to still smell of gun oil.

The goods transshipped and stored in this cargo station are not normal goods at all!

"Why did you come back?"

At the entrance of the big warehouse, there was a minibus parked, and a green-skinned head waved at Ronan: "Come here quickly! Go to the toilet, don't leave the key behind!"

Ronan heard sobbing in the carriage.

Walking a few steps forward, there was a large truck on the opposite side with its headlights turned on, and the light illuminated the minibus compartment. Through the window glass, I saw seven or eight young girls with different skin colors and hair colors sitting in the compartment.

They were tightly tied up, with sealing tape on their mouths.

Qingpitou was still talking: "Is the living conditions of these chicks from rich countries too good? There is no defense at all. It is easier to find a few handsome guys and get hooked easily than to catch a chicken! Unfortunately, this batch of No virgin, worthless!"

Another man in overalls said: "Let them get addicted to drugs first, and then we can manipulate them, and they can make money..."

"Haha..." Qing Pi laughed: "According to what you said, they are quite valuable!"

A burly man looked into the car with his feet crossed: "When the car is unloaded, shall we drive meat first?"

A few more people came from afar.

Ronan quickened his pace and quickly approached the minibus.

Chapter 56 Bazooka

With Qingpi's urging sound, Ronan walked a few steps quickly and came to the front of the minibus. Only then did the burly man realize that the people who came over were wearing work clothes, but their faces were very strange.

Just as he was about to ask questions, he saw a figure flash in front of him, his throat was cold, and he couldn't say anything.

Ronan's figure turned sharply, and he was in front of Qing Pi in just one step. Qing Pi was still bragging to another tool, and the dagger had already pierced his heart!

The tool opened his mouth and was about to shout, but before he opened his mouth, a big hand grabbed his neck like iron pliers, and twisted his cervical spine with a click.

Ronan threw out the dagger with his right hand, and the last man in overalls clutched his throat and fell to the ground.

Before the person fell down, Ronan flashed by and drew out the dagger.

Then turn out of the warehouse and walk towards the office building.

Four people with weapons on their backs came from the office building. Because of the angle of view, they couldn't see the situation here.

The two sides were about to pass by, and Ronan heard that the other person was speaking in Albanian, and rushed into the crowd with one step, waving the dagger like lightning, and the four of them clutched their throats and fell down.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot from the office building, followed by an angry roar!

Ronan understands Albanian.

"Assemble! Assemble! All the shooters come here!" The man shouted in a very loud voice: "Someone has kidnapped Mako! When the boss has news, we will set off immediately!"

The most elite gunmen of the Albanian gang immediately put down what they were doing, took their weapons and walked towards the office building.

Regardless of the corpses on the ground, Ronan picked up the Romanian-made AKM and two magazines carried by one of them, and ran towards the office building.

Many people gathered in various places in the building and storage area.

Ronan came to the side of the flower bed made of bricks and stones on the opposite side of the building, and stood motionless in the shadows, blending into the night.

There were many people coming and going, but no one looked at him.

In less than half a minute, a shrill whistle sounded, and someone shouted not far away: "Someone has sneaked in! Someone has been killed here!"

In the distance, many people ran over there.

In front of the building, the attention of more than 50 gunmen gathered was also attracted.

Ronan flat-ended the AKM, aimed at the densest crowd, and pulled the trigger!

Da da da--

The people of the Albanian gangsters were caught off guard, and a large area fell down in an instant.

Ronan ran out of magazines and quickly replaced the second, too fast for the Albanian to retaliate before firing again.

"Who's shooting..."

The person who called to assemble earlier had half of his head hit by a bullet as soon as he finished speaking.

At such a close distance, it was another backstab attack. After two magazines were fired, there was no one standing in front of the building.

The most elite group of gunmen were reimbursed without firing their guns.

Ronan ducked behind a flower bed while changing magazines.

The window of a room upstairs was opened, and someone appeared, and the automatic rifle was aimed at the flower bed and fired a burst of fire.

Ronan had already shifted to the distance, the muzzle of the gun was raised, and he fired twice. The man upstairs lay prone on the window, and the gun in his hand fell to a corpse.

"People are over there!" Someone shouted: "Go and support!"

There were people running towards this side, but not many.

The most elite and most organized gunmen rushed to the front of the building at the first time, and then they were suddenly stunned.

Ronan didn't panic, and found a few more magazines, and hid behind a truck.

The truck's tall body and sturdy body blocked the sight of the building, and it could be protected from two sides for a short time.

Facing the gangsters integrating drug trafficking, human trafficking and arms smuggling, Ronan had no intention of holding back.

The man stood still in the shadow of the truck, pulled the trigger with his finger, and the AKM fired quickly.

Bang bang bang!

"what--"

Gunshots and screams came out.

Every time a burst is fired, someone always falls.

But before a magazine was finished, Ronan suddenly felt a strong sense of danger. He suddenly accelerated and rushed out like a galloping cheetah.

The agility of the leopard endowed him with powerful starting and accelerating abilities, and he hid behind a big tree more than 20 meters away in a short breath.

Bullets landed behind him, sending sparks flying from the concrete floor and surrounding vehicles.

Something flew out of a window of the building. When Ronan found out, it had already hit the truck he was hiding in before.

boom -

The sound of the huge explosion was deafening, the truck was blown apart, flames rose into the air, and the shock wave of the explosion drove countless sundries flying around.

Ronan hid behind the big tree, a word flashed in his head - RPG!

I couldn't help being rude: "This group of lunatics! There is a bazooka!"

Sensing danger again, Ronan stepped out, turned his gun to the window of memory, and fired again and again.

The strong gangster who picked up the bazooka again was shot several times and fell to the ground in the room.

These Albanians are average in strength, that is, the level of ordinary gangster gunmen, and they suffered heavy losses from Ronan's guns.

Ronan kept changing positions, and he never stopped shooting. Those who dared to come to support were all captured by his predators, and sent them back to their hometown with perfect marksmanship.

During the shooting, the sense of danger struck again. Ronan ran at a very high speed, a window with flames shining, and a light machine gun mounted on the window sill, spraying out a dense rain of bullets!

Ronan didn't dare touch the metal bullet rain with his flesh and blood, and hid behind a stone statue, unable to lift his head under the pressure!

"Go to hell!"

In a room on the second floor, Murad picked up the bazooka and aimed at the statue.

Under the darkness of night, a figure of Youdao rushed out.

Murad fired a rocket.

boom -

The explosion soared into the sky, and the statue was blown to pieces!

"Come again!"

Murad stretched his hand back, and another subordinate handed over a bazooka.

In the chaotic place abandoned by France in the 93rd province, he was free, and at worst, he would find a few people afterwards and hand it over to the Security Bureau.

The stone dust brought by the shock wave made Ronan feel ashamed.

The light machine gun changed the belt, he turned around and fired, knocking off the skull of the aircraft gunner.