Thrown into the Seine?

Gao Jun's right eye trembled, his whole face was gloomy and dripping, he clenched his fists, half of his face was swollen, and the Seine River outside surrounded Paris, and the deepest part of the river was nearly four meters, and the river was so fast that many people drowned in this river every year.

"Fack!" Gao Jun still couldn't suppress the irritability in his heart, and a fire appeared in his eyes!

When did the arms dealer get squeezed into this way by a local gang?

If he says it, where will he put his high army's face?

"Boss, do you want to transfer some people from Baghdad and finish them off!" Peter's face is also gloomy, although he and Armand have a competitive relationship, it does not mean that he is willing to see the other party die!

In the bones of the Israelites, there has never been a precedent for mocking their comrades-in-arms!

There is only the obligation to avenge the "dead" comrades.

The guys in Baghdad are definitely willing to come here to vent too much energy, after all, there is a certain contradiction between Germany and the country itself in history.

They can't wait to sell scrap metal under the Eiffel Tower, play blasting in front of the Arc de Triomphe, run naked in front of the Champ Sheli, pee in front of the Louvre, and then slap the Paris military police, after all, everyone knows that except for a few units used for special operations, everything else is rubbish, and even the world-famous 2nd Paratroop Regiment of the French Foreign Legion, the most elite of the French Foreign Legion, has become more and more ineffective since it was not recruited on the blacklist.

Gao Jun lowered his head and looked at the AK74 that was dismantled into parts, squinting, "Where are they?" ”

Sosphia's muscles tensed, and when she moved slightly, the pain in her body stimulated the cerebral cortex, "Jack's Park in District 11, I only know that they play basketball there every day. ”

"Thank you very much for the message." Gao Jun straightened up, his right hand in his pocket, and his left hand touching his beard, "I think you should be very willing to take us there, right?" Ms. Sosfia. ”

Sosphia wanted to refuse, but before he could speak, the strong man next to him who looked like a West Asian race pulled his arm and dragged him directly from the ground, but the 90-pound body seemed to be carrying a puppet line, and if he panicked a few times, his whole body would fall apart.

"Let go of me!" Sosfia struggled to break free a few times, screaming in pain.

"After the incident, we will naturally let you go." Gao Jun said with a little threat in his voice, "You don't want your brother or your father to be fished out of the Seine tomorrow." ”

Sosphia's body trembled in fear, her beautiful eyes widened suddenly, and her voice trembled in horror, "What's the difference between you and a murderer?" ”

Gao Jun was so calm that he didn't bother to answer this question, and said to Peter, "Invite the lady into the car." ”

In Sosphia's angry outburst, Peter carried her on his shoulders, and the group walked out towards the door, but Gao Jun stopped at the gate, suddenly turned around, and instantly stared at a small gap in the wooden door of the inner room, and a pair of eyes looked at them with disgust and fear.

Gao Jun sneered disdainfully, he didn't care, if he didn't even have the courage to rush out, did you think his eyes would kill?

Peter forcefully threw Sosfia into the Rolls-Royce, who curled up in the corner with his hands and feet, hugged his knees, timidly watched Gao Jun get into the car, lowered his head, craned his neck, and pretended to be an ostrich.

"Drive!"

…

Jack Park is at the junction of the 11th and 15th districts, which is the most lively place in the two slums, and you can often see some unemployed outsiders playing basketball in groups here, Rolls-Royce parked outside the basketball court, the rear window slowly fell, Gao Jun held Sosfia in his arms, gently stroked the other party's lower abdomen and slowly moved up, and finally pressed on the plump breasts, his head rested on her shoulder, and sighed at the earrings, "That is the Nigerian gangster?" ”

Sosphia was tense, her face was crimson, especially the numbness on her chest made her scared to stand up, but she was pulled by Gao Jun, tightly clinging to her arms, biting her lip, her eyelashes trembling, her face was full of fear because of fear, cold sweat dripped down her forehead, her head looked at the basketball court mechanically, stretched out her hand, pointed to a black man in the basketball court and said, "He... He was McLean, nicknamed "Cancer", and he was responsible for collecting protection money. ”

Gao Jun looked in the direction he was pointing, and just saw a black man swaying from side to side, one striding through the opponent, making a layup, and the people sitting around him jumped up and cheered, and some even threw out the towels, and McKellen laughed and clapped their hands in celebration.

"Boss," Peter shouted, turning his head.

Gao Jun snapped his fingers and didn't say anything more, but Peter nodded, pulled the car door and walked down, gesturing to the Mercedes Benz behind, four or five bodyguards walked down, wearing sunglasses, a gust of wind blew, exposing all the abdominal muscles inside, followed Peter, and walked into the basketball court.

McLean made a long shot from beyond the three-point line, but the basketball hit the basket, bounced off and rolled three times on the ground.

Rolling right at Peter's feet, he stepped on it.

"Hey! Man, trouble throwing the ball over. Someone raised his hand and shouted, Peter looked at it coldly, and finally looked at McLean, and opened his mouth, revealing his big teeth, "Sir, our boss is looking for you." ”

McLean frowned, looked towards the door with a sense of feeling, and saw a luxury car parked at the door, from the iconic streamline and the angel on the front cover of the car, he instantly understood, Rolls-Royce Phantom, close to two million dollars!

"They're coming for themselves." McLean took a half step back, shook his head vigilantly, and spread his hands, "I'm sorry, sir, I don't know you. ”

"Then you should have seen this man." Peter took out Armand's photo from his pocket and showed that his eyes had been paying attention to the other party, McLean's obvious pupils shrank, and he turned around and ran without the slightest hesitation, and shouted, "Lestin, help me stop them, I'll go find the boss." ”

A fat man in a peaked cap on the edge of the basketball court agreed, rolled out his sleeves, showing tattoos on them, and rushed over with more than a dozen young imps, surrounding Peter and the others, Lestin's smirk, with a mockery on his face, "Are you wearing black suits, pretending to be 007?" This is the 11th arrondissement of Paris! Nigerians have the final say, give me a beating. ”

More than a dozen imps howled and rushed up, and the fastest one rushed to Peter, clenching his fists and blasting towards his face, but in Peter's opinion, this action was too slow, and in a flash, he kicked the opponent's heart with a kick, and directly kicked the other party away, and in Lestin's frightened gaze, he directly wiped a mark on the ground.

"Do it!"

Peter took out a black stick from the pocket of his suit, flicked it gently, stretched it by nearly a meter, and the rest of the bodyguards also looked good, rushed into the crowd, and threw the stick into the rung, maybe it was a kind of venting, Peter and the others were very ruthless, completely according to the fatal positions such as the head and stomach, and for a while, everyone who was beaten screamed one after another!

Lestin, clutching her stomach, knelt on the ground with a pale face, looked at Peter with resentful eyes, and screamed, "You're finished! Do you know who you have offended? You're all going to die, like that damned German, thrown into the Seine! ”

"Bang!"

Before Lestin's words were finished, Peter flicked his stick with his backhand and hit the opponent's head, and the body fell violently, his eyes were shining, his whole body twitched, and he was beaten to his heart.

"Do you know who you're messing with?" Peter lifted his suit pants, squatted down, pinched the other man's chin, his eyes glowed with coldness, and pointed to Rolls-Royce outside the basketball court, with a very serious face, "You upset an arms dealer, sir." ”

Arms dealer?

Lestin's mouth was crooked, half of his face was twitching, his eyes looked over, and he just saw the car window pulled down, revealing Gao Jun's side face, and his head instantly remembered the suit worth thousands of dollars on Armand's body, which was not something ordinary people could afford at all, and he still remembered that there was a logo in it, which said zulong!

He couldn't understand that behind the Germans stood such an arms dealer.

Even the most basic itinerant traffickers, they can't afford to mess with them, to put it bluntly, the Nigerian gangs can dominate in the 11th district, it is only because no one looks at the upper 11th district, if there are big people in Paris who take a fancy to it, their group of refugees will be demobilized back to Africa in minutes, after all, this is a paradise for the rich!

And many arms dealers are legitimate businessmen.

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