my beauty world

Then, he shot down the window that fired the bazooka and ran towards the building.

These bastards have heavy weapons!Dare to use it so recklessly, there must be a powerful French department behind it!

Long-distance combat is too disadvantageous!

Ronan quickly bypassed the front of the office building, came to a blind corner on the side, jumped up, and borrowed strength from the window sill, and he went up to the second floor.

"Where is the person?" Murad urged his subordinates: "Quick! He has entered the building! Get out and kill him!"

The four gunmen ran out of the room, joined four other gunmen, guarded the corridor, and searched forward slowly.

They were very careful, that shooter was strong!

Through the elevator, Ronan came to the corner and took a look outside. There were eight sturdy Albanians in the corridor.

right here!

When Ronan jumped out, he fired wildly with a much faster reaction and speed than ordinary people. Before the eight people could react, they screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

"Did you kill it?" someone in the room asked.

Ronan approached the suite door and knocked on the door with the butt of his gun.

boom--

The shotgun pierced through the wooden door and hit the opposite wall, leaving dense eye-catching holes.

boom!boom!

Two more shots were fired, and the door was crumbling.

Ronan picked up the AK and fired at the door lock.

The opposite side did not show any weakness, and used a shotgun to bombard through the door panel!

Amidst the flying sawdust, the door could no longer hold on and fell down with a bang.

Ronan threw away the empty AK, took out Marco's cell phone, and threw it into the room!

Murad saw something black flying in, thought it was a grenade, and ran to the bedroom of the suite.

Ronan rushed in from the door, shooting with pistols!

Such a short distance, of course it will not miss!

The first shot, which hit Murad in the arm, sent Murad's shotgun flying.

The second shot hit the bend of Murad's leg, and Murad fell to the ground with a thump.

Ronan yelled, "Don't move!"

As soon as the voice fell, a black shadow swished over.

Meditating on the Iron Claw, Ronan grabbed it directly with his left hand, and the black shadow held it tightly in his hand, but it was a whip.

Ronan slammed his shot through Murad's palm holding the whip.

"If you want your son to live, be obedient!" Ronan threw Marco's ring in front of Murad like a super villain: "Murad from Chuppaga!"

Seeing the familiar ring, Murad did not act rashly, he was only a son of Marco!

He just got the news that Marco's stronghold on Paradise Street was bloodbathed, and Marco's whereabouts are unknown. He is gathering manpower and will lead people to rescue his son when the partner of the French Security Bureau provides clues.

Unexpectedly, there is no news from the Security Bureau, and the person who arrested his son has already come to the door!

Ronan put a gun on Murad's head: "Where is the girl who was recently transported from Billena Island!"

Murad was quite shocked, the matter of Billena Island is very secret...

"You don't have to say it." Ronan took out his mobile phone: "When I call, your son's hand will be cut off! You are in France, and you have seen baguettes. At most 1 minute, your son will change A stick like a baguette!"

Murad is such a son: "People are taken away! People are taken away!"

"Grenorman will pick up the goods in five days!" Ronan said.

When Murad saw that Ronan was going to call the phone, he hurriedly said: "Really! He was taken away in advance! Grandma Xiang and Obia will hold a celebration party tomorrow night, and give people to political leaders as gifts!"

Chapter 57 Search

Time was running out, and Ronan quickly confirmed that Anna was indeed not at the cargo terminal, but was transported away.

Murad didn't know where he was transferred.

Paris is too big, there are no clear people and places, and there is no way to find them.

I can only confirm one thing, because they are virgins, Anna and others will be gifted to a certain political figure by Grandma Xiang or someone from the Obia Group tomorrow night.

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief, at least until tomorrow night, Anna's safety is temporarily guaranteed.

He took out the rope prepared in advance, tied Murad tightly, and sealed his mouth with mouth-sealing tape. Only then did he find a girl lying on the ground with whip marks all over her body, and the sensitive part was even more flesh and blood. Vague.

The girl is silent.

In the room, several suitcases were opened, and there were automatic rifles and rocket launchers inside, and an empty rocket launcher was thrown on the ground.

Ronan took out one and saw more than [-] people gathered not far from the front of the office building. They seemed to want to come to rescue, so he immediately carried it on his shoulder, aimed a little, and fired the rocket.

With a loud bang, more than [-] people were all overturned to the ground!

There was a burst of howling ghosts and howling wolves in the distance!

Ronan struck while the iron was hot, picked up an automatic rifle, and fired continuously at the place where the Albanians gathered.

Another six or seven people with guns were killed by him one after another.

Having lost most of the elite gunmen, and the boss could not be contacted, the remaining minions of the Albanian gang collapsed, and dozens of people fled towards the outside of the freight station.

Ronan went to check the windows in other directions to make sure that no one would come to cause trouble for the time being.

He returned to the room with weapons, pulled out the badge hanging around his neck, activated his vision and used soul fragments to open the space, and put the remaining one rocket launcher and a few rockets, two M4 automatic rifles and corresponding magazines, All received in the badge space.

Dragging Murad down the stairs by one leg, there was a car in the garage next to him, and he was thrown on the back seat. Ronan drove towards the gate of the freight station.

By the way, turn on the spirit vision and harvest the soul fragments.

All are soul fragments +1!

Those who escaped had already opened the door and left the cargo station smoothly.

Coming to the previous parking place, Ronan changed the car and threw Murad into the trunk.

As soon as the car started, the father and son Marko and Murad stared at each other, exchanging glances while whimpering.

As if to say: "Son, so you are here!"

"Father, why are you here?"

Ronan quickly left the 93rd province, stole an Audi A6 from the gangsters in the middle, changed the father and son into the car, and took a detour into the [-]th district.

This is the wealthy residential area of ​​Paris, with many mansions covering a very large area.

Ronan learned from Marko that Murad had secretly purchased a mansion in the [-]th district to hide important materials and cash that had not been laundered yet.

Only their father and son know this place.

After entering the mansion through Murad's fingerprints, Ronan directly parked the car in the garage and did not go upstairs. Instead, he dragged Murad and his son into the basement with one hand and one leg.

Opening a security door in the basement, the most conspicuous thing is the large denomination of 300 million euros neatly stacked on the shelf.

The leaflet has a large denomination and is troublesome to launder.

Another vault holds a large amount of C4, weapons and ammunition, and a small amount of evidence related to Obia.

Ronan has already asked Murad that the French Security Service is standing behind the Albanian gang. Murad is worried that the other party will kill the donkey, so he quietly bought a large number of C4s. In case of accidents, he will do it in Paris. thing.

But Capital Group and the French Security Service are not easy to deal with. Even if some of the content is exposed, there is probably a way to evade it.

Maybe there was a plan in advance.

Suddenly, Ronan thought of something. Paris in the original world was attacked several times by terrorists, which made the two major French security bureaus lose face and became the laughing stock of the whole world...

I don't know if there is Albania helping these bad things in the original world.

After thinking about it for a while, Ronan entered the latter vault, opened the badge space, put a large number of C4 and detonators into it, and put them away neatly.

A few more pistols and corresponding ammunition were placed, as well as evidence related to Obia.

Then, he went back to the previous vault and stuffed money into the space, 300, 200 and 500 banknotes, all of which were loaded.

Money and weapons can come in handy at critical moments.

Ronan left the vault, dragged Murad and his son into the wine cellar, and tore off the tape on Murad's mouth: "Murad from Chuppaga, let's be sincere to each other, don't waste time."

Murad gasped and shouted: "Marco! Marko! Wake up! Wake up!"

Ma Ke opened his eyes in a daze, and could only make a faint hum.

Ronan took out his dagger and looked at Murad, "I'll ask you to answer. If there's a second delay, I'll cut off one of his fingers."

"Okay!" Murad gritted his teeth and said, "But you have to promise to let Marko go!"

Ronan nodded: "Yes, I swear in the name of God!"

People have many faces, and Murad could have been a good father.

As soon as this thought came to him, Ronan thought of the girl who died tragically, and asked, "Where will the party be held tomorrow night? Who will be in charge? Can you get an invitation letter?"

"In Karl Otto's big villa, he and Luc Obia often entertain dignitaries there." Murad said the specific address: "I can't get in, and I can't get the invitation letter. Such an identity, how could it be possible to see the light."

Ronan walked towards Marco: "You have a way."

Murad didn't dare to delay, and quickly said: "Yes! Yes! I have a solution!" He racked his brains: "Karl Otto is the art and technical director of Grandma Xiang. Every time he organizes a reception party, he must be top-notch and beautiful A woman from Paris, Paris Saint-Galley has high-end goods in her hands, and has close business contacts with Grandma Xiang and Obia, you may be able to sneak in this way..."

Ronan asked about the relevant situation carefully and got a general idea.

Before each party, Obia or Grandma Xiang has a special driver to pick up the high-end girls provided by Parkris-St.

Ronan continued to ask: "Who is Master Grenoye? Is this name fake? Where is he?"

"No, it's not fake." Murad seemed to recall something unbelievable: "Grenouille is a master perfume maker, good at refining top-notch perfumes from virgins! Karl Otto is his disciple!"

Ronan saw Murad's abnormality, and the dagger kept spinning above Marco: "Is he very unusual?"

For the sake of his son's life, Murad could only bite the bullet and say, "I heard a few words from one of Karl Otto's cronies, but I don't know if it's true or not."

He took a breath: "The man said that Master Grenouille lived in Paris in the eighteenth century and has lived until now. He can discover the unique fragrance of virgins and make them into perfume."

Ronan thought of Master Henry and the fragments of the soul of the ancient who came from it. Grenouille was in Paris in the eighteenth century. This possibility is extremely high.

Bacheng is also a mage!

"Where is he?" Ronan asked again.

"I don't know." Murad saw that Ronan stopped turning the dagger, and quickly said: "I guess, he is in the Bi Ya Cosmetics Building jointly established by Obia and Grandma Xiang! Brand Business Alliance, the top luxury cosmetics company established..."

Ronan nodded: "Where did the oil and people on Billena Island end up?"

Murad bowed his head: "Yes."

Ronan continued to question and asked more things. For example, the French Security Service cooperated with them, a deputy director named Jean-Claude.

For example, the shareholders of this industrial chain involve most of the companies in the French luxury business alliance.

This is a very large force, and individuals are not worth mentioning in front of them.

Even some people in the French political arena may know the existence of this industrial chain.

They not only turn a blind eye, but also enjoy those high-end cosmetics and skin care products to maintain their delicate appearance.

Ronan was silent for a moment.

The lives of people at the bottom are just leeks in the hands of the powerful.

He collected the recordings and all kinds of evidence, stuffed them into the badge space, and had the opportunity to mail them to the media.

Certainly not the French media, the British?German?Or Americans?

Ronan is not sure either, once huge interests are involved, things will become extremely complicated.

So, let's put it aside for now, save Anna first, and then talk about other things.

Murad seemed to know his fate: "You kill me! Please keep your promise!"

Ronan drew his pistol and killed Murad with one shot.

"Yeah!" Marco woke up when he heard the gunshot, his eyes widened and his eyes were red.