Two days later, at nine o'clock in the morning, Calais, a coastal city in the country of Enamel, made a hand and foot battle in the face, and walked into the refugee camp with only a pistol in his hand. Eight?? One? Chinese Network ?. The Calais refugee camp was originally an illegal refugee camp. After the Omi countries decided to accept refugees from the Middle East, it became a refugee transit point. Many refugees from the Middle East use this camp as a temporary transit point in the hope that they will be allowed to enter the country through the undersea tunnel by the government of the bird country.

The reason why Lang Zhan chose to act alone was that he did not believe in the ability of the French police, and on the other hand, considering the danger of the suspect, he believed that acting alone was more concealed and sudden.

On the night of the 13th, when the romantic city was hit by a terrorist attack, a fire broke out in the Calais refugee camp. The fire had destroyed many buildings, and Lang Zhan wandered around the refugee camp, and as far as the eye could see, some places with obvious burn marks, some whites and blacks, and some people with distinctly Middle Eastern faces, were working together to build tents and other improvised shelters. In a very humble convenience store, Lang Zhan asked the shopkeeper behind the counter, "Is there durian?" ”

The owner, a Middle Eastern man, blinked his eyes when he heard this, and asked, "Do you want Indonesian or Malaysian?" ”、

"Is there a Siamese one?"

The Middle East replied, "Yes, yes," and looked around.

"Don't worry, no one pays attention to me," Lang Zhan said, taking out Anthony's photo, handing it to him, and saying, "Has this person seen it?" ”

The Middle Easterner carefully identified it and said, "I have an impression, but I haven't seen him for a long time." ”

"He's supposed to be in the camp, I need a specific location?"

"It's going to take time."

"I'll come back tonight."

"It's not safe here at night."

Lang Zhan glanced at the Middle Easterner more, his eyes opened and closed, and a cold light burst out.

The Middle East man was startled, subconsciously took a step back, and whispered, "Sir, I know." By the way, I'm only open until eight o'clock at night. ”

At half past seven o'clock in the evening, Lang Zhan came to the store again and got a pack of cigarettes from the Middle East for five euros.

This Middle Eastern person is an informant of the Enamel police, and the pack of cigarettes he sold to Lang Zhan contained information such as Anthony's hiding place. Lang Zhan didn't do it immediately, but first went to Anthony's hiding place - a church to step on, and after feeling the path near the church, Shi Shiran left.

At about eleven o'clock in the evening, when Lang Zhan was staying at a hotel in Calais, a strange guest came in from the convenience store of the Middle Easterners. When the Middle Easterners were woken up, there was a blinding light. Seeing the face of a strange white man, the Middle Eastern struggled to open his mouth to shout, only to realize that not only was his hands tied, but his mouth was also sealed with tape. He turned his head in horror and saw his wife and daughter sleeping on one side, and his mind was a little calm, and he turned his head to the white face and nodded repeatedly, his eyes full of pleading.

The white man wore a retro top hat on his head, only half of his face was exposed, and he said without a trace of emotion~ color: "I don't want to kill people tonight, tell me, what news did you give him about the person who came at night." If you say yes, just nod. Otherwise—" The white man said, pulling a small syringe out of his pocket with his right hand.

What Lang Zhan didn't know was that from the moment he entered the ** camp, he had been targeted. Using a small drone, his followers were able to get a full view of his movements outside the barracks, and then followed him to Calais. And his modification and disguise failed to deceive the other party's eyes.

The next day, at around 11 p.m., when the camp was at its most crowded, Lang Zhan appeared outside the church in a Ford car.

No one would have imagined that Anthony, who was a ****** believer, would work as a cook in a Catholic church. This is also the reason why Lang Zhan wants to step on the point in advance.

In the church, several black men who had just finished praying were walking out, and at the same time, a black priest walked out of the confessional room. Seeing Lang Zhan, he probably thought that Lang Zhan wanted to confess, so he walked back to the confession room.

A few minutes later, when he couldn't wait for Lang Zhan, he walked out and saw the empty church, frowned slightly, and said to himself: "Strange, what about people? ”

In the kitchen of the church, Anthony, dressed as a cook, was chopping onions, when suddenly he stopped what he was doing, looked at the door, and asked, "Sir, who are you looking for?" ”

Lang Zhan looked at him, didn't answer, and continued to walk forward.

"Stop!" Anthony suddenly became nervous, he grabbed the knife and pointed at Lang Zhan, shouting. He shouted not necessarily, but when there was a flower in front of him, he was shocked, waving his right hand and grabbing his left hand to his chest. The fingers of his left hand touched the explosive device in his chest, and his right shoulder was in severe pain, and he opened his mouth to scream, and his left shoulder was in severe pain, and the back of his neck was numb, and then, in horror, he couldn't make a sound. Not only that, but in the sound of "dang chang", his shoulders were dislocated, and the kitchen knife in his right hand fell to the ground.

Lang Zhan quickly removed his shoulder joints, and poked the "dumb door point" on the back of his neck with another finger, making him temporarily lose his ability to speak. Then, Lang Zhan quickly ripped off his apron and ripped off his coat, exposing all the explosive devices on his body to the air.

"Humanoid bombs? True to its name! After commenting, Lang Zhan pulled his hands and quickly untied the bomb vest, put it on the desk, and then helped him put on his coat, grabbed his trouser belt with his right hand, and pushed him out.

When the black priest saw Anthony and Lang Zhan, and saw Anthony with a pained expression, he blinked his eyes and shouted at Lang Zhan, "Who are you?" ”

Lang Zhan was prepared, took out the arrest warrant issued by the Enamel police from his body, slapped it on a table, and said: "We suspect that Anthony is related to the violent terrorist case in the romantic capital, and ask him to go back to assist in the investigation." If you have doubts, you can check with the police. ”

"Violent terrorism? Anthony?! Amen! ”

Regardless of the black priest, Lang Zhan took Anthony outside, but just as he was about to escort Anthony to the car, he narrowed his eyes, pulled Anthony, and dragged him to a shack area in front of him.

Diagonally opposite the church is a city, and at the gate of the city, Ben stands a white man in a black suit, wearing a pair of glasses, and carrying a leather bag in his left hand.

"Boom!" The Ford that Lang Zhan drove over suddenly exploded violently. The explosion frightened pedestrians, merchants, and shop assistants, and screams rang out, causing chaos on nearby roads and streets.

"Anthony, the person who killed you is here, and if you don't want to die, just cooperate!" Lang Zhan said in bird language, pulling Anthony to turn left and right, shuttling between the sheds.

Anthony wanted to lie on the ground and pretend to be dead several times, but after being slapped on the waist by Lang Zhan, he only felt that his legs seemed to be unconscious, and then, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. One chased and fled, and soon reached the eastern border of the refugee camp. Suddenly, Lang Zhan dragged Anthony, followed by a kick on his ass~ stock, kicked him into the shack, quickly took out a pistol, and aimed at the white man chasing him.

The white man kept his eyes on him, and when he saw this, his body writhed awkwardly, and flashed to the edge of a shack.

Lang Zhan no longer retreated, but forced up. Seeing this, the white man grinned at the corners of his mouth, and suddenly threw himself diagonally forward, raised his left hand weakly, and pressed a button on the bag strap with his left thumb.

"Dudu-" A somewhat dull gunshot rang out, and it turned out that his leather bag was actually a highly concealed weapon.

The white man's figure flickered, and Lang Zhan leaned forward, and his forward posture had changed to facing the other side. Bullets whizzed past him, and he could even smell the smoke of bullets rubbing against the air. And from the perspective of the white man, he only felt that the figure of the other party suddenly became less real, and then the fire he had carefully prepared fell short. "It's a bit of a way," the white man muttered in a low voice, his feet did not stop, his right hand pulled the trigger in succession, and the three bullets left the barrel one after another, and flew towards Lang Zhan in a zigzag shape.

Lang Zhan's body suddenly rushed forward diagonally, and his right hand also pulled the trigger.

The two of them began to shoot at each other, and around the two of them, some refugees in the shacks were still probing their brains, and when they saw this, they quickly closed the door. As for the pedestrians, they fled the area as fast as the white man's purse began to spit out tongues of fire, and many of the women screamed.

"Doodoo-too-" Sirens sounded in the distance, and the white man threw himself into the alley between a shack in a little embarrassment, shouting: "Gabriel, I am Paul the Great, and you are dead!" Then he slammed open the improvised wall of a shack, and with a few exclamations and curses, kicked down the owner of the house, and walked away.

"Paul the Great? It's you again! Lang Zhan remembered the name, ran back to the previous shed, and carried Anthony out of it.

Three days later, on a ** ship, Lori handed him the tablet and said, "You seem to have been used by the Enamel people." ”

On the computer was a bird-language news about the Enamel people who had begun to clean up illegal structures in the Calais refugee camp, citing the gunfight they had there a few days earlier...... The shack buildings erected by the refugees have seriously affected the normal order of the refugee camps...... "Yunyun".

Lang Zhan glanced at it, pushed the computer back, and said, "Whatever, the people of the Enamel country have not defaulted on the debt, and I will not lose this deal." ”

"It's just that the refugees there are suffering."

Lang Zhan looked at Lori, suddenly smiled, and said, "You seem to have regained a little bit of your former self." ”

Lori blushed and said, "Sympathy for the weak, this is the feeling that normal people should have, right?" ”

Lang Zhan grinned and didn't say anything more. Sometimes, when a person is lying quietly on the bed~, he recalls the past and feels strange to his current self. However, as long as he thought of Queanna, who was still sleeping, he felt that maybe this was his real self.

People always have to grow up. And in the process of growing up, who knows what will happen? If you don't want to be eliminated by the cruel reality, then try to adapt! That's the price of growth, right?!