Lestin's scared!

He didn't want to go back to Africa, he didn't want to die, so he came to Paris, to the paradise of his dreams, although in this paradise they are maggots in Paris, but it is more comfortable than going back to Nigeria to be the lowly people.

The air in Europe is very sweet.

"It's McLean's attention, it's none of my business, I'm just listening to him show off, he robbed a German guy and sold for a total of three hundred dollars." Lestin's hands were struggling to keep half of her body in the air, reducing the pain appropriately, and the flesh on her face was still trembling.

"He? Where is it? Take us there. Peter put his stick against Lestin's Adam's apple and poked it at the soft flesh.

Lestin's eyes drooped and he glanced at the stick, swallowed his saliva, raised his hand, slowly got up, and pointed in the direction with his fingers very casually, "In the bar on Mosrk Street, that's where all Nigerians are stronghold. ”

Peter grabbed Lestin, half-dragged over to Gao Jun, knocked on the window of Rolls-Royce, and pressed Lestin's head over, "Boss, he knows where those Nigerians are." ”

Gao Jun's gaze stayed on Lestin's face, and he said slowly, "If you lie to us, I'll bury you alive!" ”

Lestin's didn't dare to raise his head, swinging all over, he shrunk his hands into claws in fear, he didn't know how to put them, the back of his head was cold, he could feel the undisguised contempt in Gao Jun's tone, as if... Didn't take him seriously at all.

"Get in the car and lead the way."

……

The transport gene in McLean's body made him wind on both legs, and he turned his head away, for fear that the pursuers behind him would follow, and ran all the way to the door of a building with a fluorescent sign hanging on it, on which a pair of wine glasses was drawn, and there were colorful embellishments next to it, which was written in French: "uit appartient à l'alcool!!" (Tonight belongs to alcohol)"

He rushed in in a panic and pushed open the door, which was full of black people, a few of whom were unscrupulously sucking the K powder on the table without forming a circle, their faces were full of intoxication, and the rest of the people were stimulated by alcohol, and the skeletons were dissolute.

"Boss! Boss..."McLean ran to the bar in a panic, and saw a black man about 1.9 meters tall holding a bewitching girl dressed in his right and left hands, and the clothes on his body were the same as if he was not wearing them, and he was sticking out his tongue on each other and licking it.

McLean is not surprised by things, the Nigerian gangsters in District 11 are doing drugs, ** business, and everyone in the neighborhood must listen to their arrangements, otherwise... If you can't get the business, you can't talk about it, and the stubborn temper has long since died.

Tens of millions of people in Paris, one or two dead or wounded, who knows?

The world is darker than you think!

"Get out!"

McLean, who suddenly broke in, made Huxley very unhappy, and raised his kick to kick the former down with a short temper, grabbed the hair of the woman next to him, and threw the other party out directly, knocking on the corner of the bar, and in an instant a hole was torn open, and blood flowed all over his face, but the woman was busy covering her mouth and not letting herself make a little scream, just biting her mouth and shaking her legs.

"Find... Got it, boss, the German accomplice came to the door. McLean hurriedly stood up, his eyes widened nervously, paused, and said, "It seems that they have a bit of background, and I see that I am driving a Rolls-Royce!" ”

Huxley sat up, his eyes lit up, "Are they rich?" ”

Sure enough, I don't know what my head thinks, but the first thought that came to me was this, McLean was also stunned, but he followed his mouth and said, "Yes, there must be money, and I don't think most of them are French." ”

"From out of town?" Huxley narrowed his eyes and licked his tongue greedily.

In fact, he used to be a major officer in the 73rd Division of the Nigerian Army, he originally wanted to lead the troops to mutiny, but then the East Window Incident, he saw that the situation was wrong and hurriedly ran, and the remaining 110 soldiers who followed him were all sentenced to death, but he ran out of Nigeria in the middle of the night, and then came to Paris, France!

He is more shrewd and ruthless than anyone else, relying on all kinds of means, in the 11th district, relying on a series of operations such as pornography, gambling and drugs, it can be regarded as a rich pocket, but these people, the richer they are, the more they want!

Huxley was not willing to leave his homeland like this, he wanted to pull the line of the French government, perhaps, Nigeria's oil resources can help them to go back to overthrow the "dictatorship" government, so that the light of freedom and democracy in Europe and the United States will shine in Africa.

And if you want to get on the line with those politicians, you must have money!

The capital he played was too small, and when he wanted to make a lot of money, he naturally looked at the rich, and Huxley thought that these outsiders might be given to him by "God" to practice.

A Rolls-Royce can be sold for a little money on the black market.

Huxley propped his knees and tilted his head to glance at McLean, "Where are they?" ”

"Jack Park!"

"Bradley!" Huxley stood up and roared, shouting towards a corner of the bar, and saw a black man nearly two meters tall standing up, with a chicken leg in his mouth, and he was stupid all over his body, pulling his voice, "Boss, you call me?" ”

"Take the guy and the guy to Jack's Park and tie me up the guy in a luxury car." Huxley Road.

Bradley lowered his head, scratched his head, and asked suspiciously, "Boss, what is a luxury car?" ”

Huxley's face twitched, he really wanted to kill the other party, Bradley this guy is in good health, but his brain is not good, when he came to France, he saw Bradley was being beaten by four or five local thugs in front of a bakery, he hugged his head vigorously, like a chicken to protect the food he picked up in his hand, Huxley saw a little pitiful, so he took a stone and beat away a few thugs.

Later, when he saw that Bradley had a stiff body, he stood up close to two meters, and his fist was bigger than a sandbag, so he thought about it, and it took a lot of effort to teach this stupid guy to fight...

"A luxury car is a car that looks beautiful," Huxley explained.

"Then I see, it's the bus I saw on the street."

Huxley finally didn't bother to say anything, and said to McLean, "You follow them and lead the way." ”

McClain was stunned and hesitated, he didn't have much ability, he could only collect some protection money, and bully and bully the poor people in the 11th district, but the people who came from this gang didn't look like some soft persimmons.

Huxley blackened his face and leaned his head over, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing behind my back?" I just saw that you were like a dog and could still be used, so I kept you, and if you didn't obey, I would kill you! ”

McLean shuddered and nodded hurriedly, "I'll go... I'll go! ”

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