When he walked out of the civilian area, Xia Ping'an felt that the world he saw with his eyes was gradually becoming clearer. Luo An's eyes had more than 300 degrees of myopia. He had just eaten something and added a little energy. His two bodies merged. The speed has quietly increased, and the myopic eyes have quietly recovered. At the same time, the physical strength and quality of the body have also improved a little, at least not the weak feeling that they had before.

Less than twenty minutes after leaving the civilian area, Xia Ping'an came to the chaotic neighborhood. This neighborhood belongs to the town of Issy in Paris. The surrounding towns have been destroyed by half, and everything is broken.

Once the romantic city, this time is not romantic at all, there are criminals everywhere.

Xia Pingan just wandered around here at random. In the blink of an eye, three black gangsters in hoodies suddenly rushed out from the side alley, one with a knife and the other with a pistol. Withstood Xia Ping'an, he rudely pushed Xia Ping'an into the alley next to him.

"Boy, hurry up, hurry up and take out the valuable things..." The talking black **** has thick lips, a cross-cut face, a bit fat body, and a strong bad breath as soon as he opens his mouth. He points a pistol sideways. Xia Pingan's chest, commanded in very proficient Chinese, "Watches, rings, money, mobile phones, all..."

Only from what the black man said, Xia Ping'an could know that this is not the first time this guy has robbed a Chinese in Paris. Without robbing dozens of times, he will not be able to develop such a proficient Chinese accent.

"hurry up"

Another **** stood behind Xia Ping'an, using a dagger against Xia Ping's vest.

A **** stretched out his hands and quickly searched Xia Ping'an's body.

Except for the steel pipe in the windbreaker, Xia Ping'an didn't have half of her body.

The body-searching **** suddenly touched the steel pipe in Xia Ping'an's trench coat, and was taken aback. Xia Ping'an smiled slightly, and slammed to the side, avoiding the muzzle of the black hole in front of him, and grabbed the gun-holding **** with one hand. With his wrist, the other hand pulled out the steel pipe, and a stick was drawn on the face of the gunpowder.

With this stick, Xia Ping'an had already used all the strength of this body. The strength was really not light. The nose of that gun-bearer suddenly collapsed, his teeth were drawn away, and a deep blood stain appeared on his face. He fell to the ground with a cry and fainted directly.

Xia Ping'an was sharp-eyed, grabbed the pistol that fell from the bastard's hand, and at the same time, slightly one side of his body, avoiding the dagger stabbed behind him, kicked hard with one foot in front of the **** who was searching. On his lower abdomen, he kicked the body-searching **** and knelt on the ground, his body shrank into a ball of shrimp, and he closed his breath.

Although this body's power response speed is not good, it is incomparable with the summoners who just merged with the foundation beads, but Xia Ping's combat consciousness is superb. It can solve such a few small gangsters in close combat. No more words.

After knocking down the two **** in the blink of an eye, Xia Ping'an suddenly turned around and took a step back. Before the dagger-wielding **** stabbed a second time, the muzzle in Xia Ping's hand was pointed at the bastard's head. Only finger has opened the insurance.

The black gangster's movements froze all of a sudden, and his face turned pale, but his mouth was saying threatening words. The whole person stared at Xia Ping'an viciously, "Black-haired boy, you are in big trouble. You dare to resist, do you know who we are? We are from BG. If you dare to move us, our people can get you out of Paris. Even if you hide in the Chinese community in the 11th arrondissement, it's useless. China's Chinese community is about to be breached by several gangs in Paris. Wait for us to retaliate..."

This **** speaks French, and Xia Pingan can fully understand it.

It doesn't matter what the BG Gang is Xia Ping An, a person who is not even afraid of demigods and ruling demon gods, no matter what little gangsters would care about.

However, Xia Ping'an, the Chinese community in District 11, said that the gangster didn't react in his head, because he hadn't fully absorbed the memories of Luo An. He only felt that the name was familiar. After waiting a few seconds, Xia It was only when Ping An realized that related memories emerged in his head. The 11th arrondissement is an area where Chinese people are concentrated in Paris. There are more Chinese people there. There are many wholesale companies and several large wholesale markets. They are Chinese in Paris, France. The important gathering place of, Paris is in chaos at the moment, and the Chinese in the 11th arrondissement seem to have organized a security team to maintain public order in those wholesale markets and neighborhoods.

A gangster is attacking the Chinese community in District 11? This news is the first time Xia Ping'an knows, and it's a bit worthwhile...

Seeing Xia Ping'an not speaking, a smug flashed in the gangster's eyes, thinking that Xia Ping'an was scared, and said, Relax, aren't you Chinese most afraid of trouble? Don't cause trouble for yourself. Give me the gun. , You can go now..." As he spoke, a hand was actually stretched out slowly, trying to grab the pistol in Xia Ping's hand.

Just when the bastard's hand just grabbed the barrel of the gun, a sneer flashed in Xia Ping's eyes, and then he pulled the trigger directly.

"Bang..." The bullet shot from the muzzle and directly hit the hand that the **** stretched over. Half of his palm was blasted to **** flesh. After a brief shock, the **** bent down and held the broken body. The palms wailed.

"You are wrong, I am the least afraid of trouble..." Xia Ping'an said in French, and when the **** raised his head, a steel pipe was drawn on the bastard's face, and the **** pounced on the bastard. On the ground, he fainted directly.

In a blink of an eye, three gangsters fell to the ground, and none of them was standing.

Xia Pingan took the gun and watched the changes in the surrounding streets. After waiting for a few minutes, no one came over on the street. Those pedestrians who heard the gunshots in the alley accelerated their pace and left quickly. Other gangsters also Those who didn't come to check it out, hearing gunshots here seemed to be commonplace.

Xia Ping An only then searched the three gangsters.

The three **** have a Glock pistol, three magazines, two daggers, and a military grenade. The grenade is in the pocket of the **** who was in charge of the body search just now.

In addition to these weapons, these three **** have more than 2,000 euro bills, two gold rings, and a necklace. The **** with the gun just now wears a 70% new gold watch.

Good harvest!

Xia Ping'an loaded everything on himself, then took up the steel pipe and broke the kneecaps of the right legs of the three gangsters, and then walked towards a nearby restaurant that he remembered to be open.

The poor bread and milk that I ate in the small hotel just now were not enough. Xia Ping'an was hungry again. He felt that he could eat a cow at this moment.

The public transportation in Paris has already been paralyzed, so if I don't have a car, I can only go there with two legs.

Pedestrians in the city hurried in footsteps.

In broad daylight, there is still basic order on the street. Those gangsters and hooligans have not blatantly robbed the street, because people carrying guns can be seen everywhere in the street, and there are security teams on the street.

Various missing persons notices and recruitment advertisements were plastered on the streets, telephone poles and bus stops.

Disillusioned painter~www.mtlnovel.com~ Unemployed clowns and acrobats are soliciting guests and performing shows on the streets, each with a variety of dishes.

There are almost no complete shops and shops in the streets. Those shops and shops have been smashed, and there are broken glass **** everywhere. Many buildings have traces of arson, and they are really operating. On the contrary, there are not many shops. There are more than one security guards standing in front of the shops that are still open, especially those in bakeries, butcher shops, fruit and vegetable shops, etc. When they look outside, people who don't know think Someone is guarding the bank's vaults. Some shops even have signs on the door that says-Our shop only accepts words such as precious metals and bartering transactions.

Xia Ping An finally came to the restaurant in my memory.

At the door of the restaurant, there were a few sturdy men with guns, and even an armored car modified with a pickup truck was parked.

Under the gaze of those sturdy men, Xia Pingan calmly walked up the steps of the restaurant.

A waiter in a black tuxedo came over with a tray and bowed slightly, "Sir, the shop's rules are to pay first, then consume. I don't know what the husband uses to pay?"

Xia Ping'an put the gold watch that he had just obtained on the tray, "Give me a meal according to the value of this gold watch. I want high-calorie food..."

The waiter glanced at the gold watch, with a smile on his face, "Understood, sir, please come in..."

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