Maybe decades later, the man in sunglasses will not want to remember this day.

More than a dozen elite gangs of the Gallic Sword did not survive a round against a single yellow man. From the beginning to the last Gallic sword elite lost their combat effectiveness, it was only half a minute, they didn't even have time to pull out their guns and fell to the ground, which is very rare!

Qin Kun didn't touch those guns, and he didn't have time to touch them, seeing the man in sunglasses reaching out to touch the gun, Qin Kun stepped out, broke the void, and appeared behind the man in sunglasses.

The soul sealing gun was taken out and pressed against the back of the man in sunglasses.

Raising his hand and surrendering, the man in sunglasses stiffened and sweated, and he didn't even have the courage to resist.

"What do you call it?" Qin Kun's voice still did not fluctuate.

"Bey, Bertrand......"

Qin Kun stretched out his hand and took out the other party's wallet, the amount of money in it was not small, Qin Kun was very satisfied.

A pile of francs was held in Qin Kun's hand, and the muzzle of the gun slapped the other party's face: "Bertrand, don't be impulsive next time." You're going to pay for your trouble! Take off your pants and hand over all the money!! ”

A group of crooked gangsters were stunned by Qin Kun's strong drink.

Robbery? That...... What does it mean to take off your pants!!

Colorful pants appeared in front of Qin Kun, Qin Kun was afraid that there were outlaws who didn't know what to do, and it might be dangerous if they didn't confiscate their guns just now.

But this group of people really didn't have the bloody nature to resist, the worst beaten one was about to take off his pants, Qin Kun ordered: "Stop!" I'm not a pervert! Pants up! ”

Bertrand's mood at this time was particularly complicated, how much is this! Is it worth offending the 'Gallic sword' for this money?

"Mr. ......"

"I'm not your husband."

Bertrand's cheeks were red, watching Qin Kun count the money, and he wanted to pull out his gun to counter the other party several times, but he didn't have the courage, it was too fast, the opponent was stronger than he imagined, and if such a close distance made the other party smell a trace of hostility, I am afraid that he would not be able to get out of this alley.

"Ahem, honorable Mr. Dongfang, you are very powerful."

"Passing the prize."

"Are you really in it for the money, and not for any other purpose?"

Other purposes?

Murder and overkill?

If you want to settle the accounts of the Eight-Nation Alliance, I should go to the Louvre and the Arc de Triomphe in the bloody battle, right, I have a hairy purpose for you.

"Or else?"

Bertrand shook his head helplessly: "This money is very meager, if you need it, with your ability, you can get more." If you believe me, I can introduce you to Godfather Benoit. He will give you untold amounts of money and countless beautiful women, provided that you join us in the service of our Gallic sword. ”

"No need."

Qin Kun patted Bertrand's face, bared his teeth and said, "I have memorized the faces of these people, who will dare to follow me next time...... Die. Qin Kun scratched his neck, and everyone felt that the back of their necks was cold.

The Oriental man smoked and disappeared at the end of the alley, and Bertrand's tense body relaxed, crying and laughing.

……

In the evening, Bertrand went back on an errand, and when the matter had been told to the godfather as it was, a white-haired old man gave an answer, after a long period of thought.

"Since it's a robbery, let's let everyone go out with less money."

A helpless answer made Bertrand stunned, the iron-blooded godfather Benoit actually gave such an answer, it was really hard to believe!

The white-haired old man took a sip of wine and said lightly, "Is it unexpected?" In fact, it wasn't just us who met that guy, Marseille Light, Saint-Germain, and Gothic Warhammer all met that guy, and I heard that no one could do anything with him. And that weird Oriental is really a robber......"

Benoit is also angry, this is a neurosis! 5 francs for him, 500 francs for him!

No matter how much money is in the wallet, it will be taken away by him, and a few disciples who have no money in their pockets will be ordered to take off their leather shoes and throw them into the river, which is simply unreasonable! The worst thing is the henchman Du Wen, because he humiliated the other party for a few words, his clothes and pants were stripped off and thrown into the water, and he had a cigarette scar on his forehead, just like an Indian monk.

At that time, Du Wen went to meet his mistress privately, but he had not yet reached his destination, and finally walked back in his pants. Disgrace their Gallic swords!

Benoit rubbed his forehead, not knowing what to say about the man's goodness.

Whatever he does, as long as it doesn't affect the gang pattern in Paris lately, let him do it!

Fifteen days.

After the Gallic Sword was found, the people of the Light of Marseille and the Gothic Warhammer also troubled Qin Kun, and this group of people who did not believe in evil were beaten by Qin Kun in the same way. No one could stand the endless troubles, so Qin Kun took out the magic weapon karma snatching knife and prepared to do it.

The dark clouds were gloomy, as if a storm was brewing in Paris, the contradictions in the underground society had entered a white-hot stage, and the gangsters fighting for interests had seized and divided the territory in Paris.

They always felt that Qin Kun's existence was a hidden danger, and when they fought with each other, the Gothic Warhammer, who was dominant, first tried their best against Qin Kun in order not to have variables.

As a result, thirty-three elites shot in the city, and they couldn't even touch the corners of each other's clothes, and when they came back, thirty-three people with blue noses and swollen faces had their hair shaved.

The members of the Light of Marseille heard that Qin Kun had attacked the Gothic Warhammer, and they did not want to sit idly by, and the Gallic Sword was in a panic all day long, and also participated in the encirclement and suppression of Qin Kun.

Then, the elites of the three major gangs in Paris became bald.

On the day of the gang fight, the three major gangs, nearly 200 elites, and a bright bald head were commanding in battle, and the scene was extremely embarrassing, everyone thought that the three gangs except for the godfather and the bottom had converted to Buddhism.

It was not Qin Kun's wish to shave his head, but it was easy to dodge the open gun and difficult to defend against the dark arrow, so he shaved the head of this group of guys who liked to follow and stalk, so that Tianyan could discover the potential crisis. Qin Kun himself didn't expect that this originally bloody and bloody weapon fight would turn into a Buddhist fight because of himself.

A month later, the funds transferred from Hong Kong arrived in the account. In the room of the prostitute Messerine, Qin Kun was lying on the bed, bored watching TV.

"I heard you've been messing with a lot of people lately?"

Matherine was sponsored by Qin Kun and began to study design at her own expense, learning to draw these days, her room had an extra sewing machine, and at the same time, Qin Kun received her first gift here - a suit.

"You're so talented?"

Although the material of the suit is a little dirty, it fits very well, and it is somewhat unexpected, and Mertherine shrugged: "My father used to be a tailor, but unfortunately he died of illness. Otherwise, I wouldn't be here. ”

At night, there was a knock on the door, and a child came in and arched into Mertherine's arms.

The blonde boy still looked at Qin Kun hostilely, and at the same time there was fear in his eyes.

At the door, there were a few bald heads, and after sneaking a glimpse of Qin Kun, they swallowed saliva and laughed embarrassedly.

"I'm Nalander Robert, and Mertherine is mine!" The little boy, as always, swore an oath of sovereignty.

Qin Kun knocked on the little boy's head: "You haven't grown any hair, do you know what love is?" You lack motherly love! ”

Before the little boy could say anything, he noticed that the bald head at the door was smiling, and shook his head vigorously at him, as if the little boy was advised not to mess with this person.

The little boy swallowed, tilted his head and said, "Anyway, Mercelyn is mine!" ”

Qin Kun said to Messerine: "Make him an open crotch pants, I smell the smell of urine, he must be wetting his pants." ”

"I don't have !!"

The little boy was so humiliated that he ran out red-faced.

Maitherine shook her head helplessly, this oriental man, it's so interesting, the future Marseille lions have been eaten to death, how long has it been?