Shesirt Street.

When the wind blew, the plastic bag on the ground was rolled up, and after a few spins in mid-air, it hung quietly on the sign of a store.

As an old road in the third arrondissement, it was still bustling with people before the millennium, but now... Although it is not bleak, it always feels that there is decay in the air.

"Snort~"

Lincoln's tires pressed over a pile of leaves, and the driver held the steering wheel tightly with both hands, looking around with puzzled eyes, "Huh? Why is this Shesert so quiet, why are the shops closed? ”

The co-pilot's bodyguard frowned, his long war experience flashed a trace of ominousness in his heart, his vulture-like eyes swept over both sides, he touched the pistol on his waist with one hand, and just touched the handle of the gun, he suddenly saw a man with a mask standing on the roof at an angle of forty-five degrees, but with a burly figure, holding a grenade launcher similar to the American M203!

The bodyguard's pupils shrank suddenly, and he pounced on the driver, grabbed the steering wheel, and dragged the car to the right hand side with gritty teeth, hissing in his mouth, "The eack!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a piercing sound was heard, which pierced the air and slammed into the ground, exploding violently.

"Boom!!"

The co-pilot's bodyguard had already made the greatest avoidance, but the Lincoln car was too long, the grenade exploded near the trash can, and the strong shock wave twisted the Lincoln car into two like twists, and the driver in the driver's seat was thrown out and died on the spot!

"Boss, boss!"

Peter covered his chest, pushed Gao Jun under him, breathing rapidly, and when he heard the shouts of the bodyguards, he subconsciously pressed Gao Jun under him, trying his best to protect his safety.

"Ahem, cough, cough..."Gao Jun coughed violently, his face turned red, and his head was a little dizzy, Peter quickly helped him up, kicked the deep concave car door open with a hard kick, and escorted Gao Jun down, this vision was six-way, and a roller shutter door that was swept to about two hundred and fifty meters away was opened, and three people rushed out with guns, their faces were covered with masks of different colors, and they were strafing at Lincoln's car.

"Tutu Tu Tu Tu..."

Gao Jun hurriedly squatted down, leaned against the wall behind him, the left half of his face was a little painful and twitched, a blood mark was pulled from the corner of his eye to his cheekbone, and a cloud of blood smelled into his nose, stimulating him, kicking his legs, taking out the pistol from his arms, pricking up his ears, and saying to Peter, "mp38!" The ammunition capacity is only 32 rounds, and the magazine is long, so when they are done, kill them! ”

As he spoke, he saw a bloodied bodyguard struggling to pull another bodyguard out of the car in front of the Lincoln car on the other side.

I'm afraid this is a predicament I've never had before.

The three gunners are also like veterans, standing in the middle and making gestures, signaling to surround from both sides, stepping on the point, touching the MP38 magazine, feeling the weight of the remaining bullets, quickly taking out the new magazine from the pocket, and knocking the bottom of the MP38 nozzle hard, the old magazine fell off instantly, and the new magazine was inserted seamlessly, seamlessly.

This one is simply not something that ordinary militants can use!

Gao Jun and Peter have been feeling each other's firepower, and there is no tendency to weaken at all, they are shocked by each other, and they can't help but burst into foul language, "Fake, withdraw!" Evacuate into the house and call for help. ”

There was a convenience store in the back, Gao Jun fired two or three shots at the transparent glass, kicked the glass hard, and beckoned everyone to hide inside, Peter shouted to the bodyguard on the other side at the top of his voice, "Nix, hide in the store behind..."

Nicks was the only bodyguard who could still move, and when he heard this, he hurriedly looked back, there was a shop in the back, and there was a red wall, and he couldn't help but burst into foul language, "**! Where is the shop in the back? Get out of the way, leave me a gap, cover me! ”

He grabbed the wounded man's collar with one hand, stood up hard, took a few deep breaths, gritted his teeth, and rushed towards Gao Jun's side.

Before he could press the trigger, Peter shot the opponent in the chest, and the 92FS self-loading pistol was very penetrating, and a large hole appeared behind half of the chest, and he fell to the ground and died.

Gao Jun rushed over to help the Knicks pull the injured closer to the convenience store, turned his head, and wiped the blood stains on his face, "Peter, come in!" ”

Peter finished all the bullets in the gun, and with his head in his hands, he got into the convenience store and ran towards the second floor.

"Hold his blood." Gao Jun pressed the neck of the wounded, a bloody arrow rushed out, his face was all over it, and he yelled at Nix, the wounded kicked his legs, his eyes gradually widened, the bloody hand grabbed Gao Jun's wrist, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he moaned in pain in his throat, wanting to speak, but he just kept spitting blood out when he opened his mouth, gradually... The legs slowly straightened, and the eyes opened forcefully, no longer struggling.

Gao Jun touched his nose and shook his head gloomily.

"Fack!" The Knicks jumped to his feet, swung his fist, and pulled his hair.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps at the staircase on the first floor below, Gao Jun and Peter's faces changed, and they shot as soon as they fired, and the gunman who was about to rush up covered his head and ran down in a panic.

"Peter, stop them..."Gao Jun took his phone out of his pocket and dialed it towards Jimmy.

……

The 7th arrondissement of Paris, also known as the "Bourbon district", is home to a complex of luxurious villas in Paris, each of which sells for more than a million euros and is a favorite of many capitalists.

In the northwest corner, near the foot of the hill, in the courtyard of a villa painted with a red façade,

Barty sat in a wheelchair, his legs covered with a blanket, squinting, enjoying one of the few sunny days in Paris, the sun shining a little warmly on his body, but he didn't move at all, and if he hadn't blinked, he would have thought he was dead.

The sound of footsteps in the house, the monster came out with coffee, put it on the table in front of him, and carefully moved Barty's blanket up, as soon as his hand touched it, there was a long breath from Barty's ears, a little fishy, "Is he dead?" ”

The monster shook his hand and shook his head, "Shepherd hasn't called yet." ”

Barty's eyebrows froze, his eyes widened suddenly, and there was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, "Why is it so slow?" ”

Just when The Monster didn't know how to answer, the mobile phone on the table rang, and he quickly took it, handed it to Barty, and said softly, "Councilor Forgia." ”

"What's the matter with that damn bastard?" Barty scolded, perhaps speaking too quickly, coughing and covering his mouth, "Hey, hello, Forgia. ”

"Barty! I can't hold on for long... Someone has already found out that something happened on Shesirt Street! ”

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