Late at night, a taxi set off from the center of Paris and headed north.

The driver was a green priest. He looked at the three passengers around him and in the back seat from time to time. The passenger seat was a cool beauty with wavy curly hair permed, which was extremely sexy. In the back seat were two burly men, the tall one was particularly scary.

The taxi driver was originally a very talkative crowd, but when facing three passengers who didn't say a word, they didn't know how to speak. The car drove all the way to Senna Saint-Denis in the suburbs, and the driver stopped at an intersection.

"Gentlemen, I can't drive forward any more. After crossing that street, it's 93 provinces, a well-known chaotic area in Paris. It's too late now, I dare not go in. It's either North African Arab Green Cultivator or niggers." The Green Cultivator pointed his palm forward and kept shaking his head.

"You are also a Green Cult, and you don't have any friendship with those people?" asked the beauty in the passenger seat.

The Green Cult driver called out and said to himself: "Those people don't talk about friendship when they rob. To be honest, I'm honored that you can make my car. But I still want to remind you that it's better not to go to 93 provinces at night, it's too dangerous!"

The burly man in the back seat took out a stack of cash from his pocket, took out a few pieces and stuffed them to the driver, "Thank you for your reminder, we can walk the next way."

The car door opened and the three passengers got off one after another. The Green Teaching driver looked at the three people who were slowly walking forward, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Miss Ruiwen, I am your movie fan. You are a hundred times more beautiful than in the movie."

In response to the fans' eager shouts, the cold and charming female passenger only replied indifferently, "I understand."

Watching the three passengers slowly disappear into the darkness, the Green Cult driver sighed, "This woman is so beautiful, so beautiful that it's irresistible. Oh..., Allah! I can't stand it, I have to find a street girl to vent my best."

The taxi drove away, and the deserted streets were dimly lit. The province of Seine Saint-denis in the northern suburbs of Paris is notoriously in chaos. In the eyes of Parisians, this province numbered 93 has many negative labels. Most of the people living here are old Ah Lao Hei, all of whom look like criminals.

The housing prices in 93 Province are very cheap, which has attracted many companies as office locations here. However, the companies here need to implement strict security measures and have special bodyguards to protect their employees from get off work. Some people laugh at themselves saying that they are living in 93 Province as if they are living in a war-torn area.

But even such closed protection measures are limited to the business districts of 93 provinces. Leaving the business district is a lawless area. Perhaps just passing through a street, people will feel that they run from the bustling Paris to the chaotic Syria.

Among the three people who had just got off the car, Minsk, who was two meters tall, was at the front. He had always been taciturn, but was a very reliable partner. At this moment, he was strode ahead, with anger all over his body.

The butcher followed, approached Minsk and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"Kill that bastard Chekov." Minsk said concisely.

"Chekov doesn't know you at this time." said the butcher.

Minsk snorted coldly, "So what? He did it anyway. I have to thank Victor for giving me a chance to take revenge. Otherwise, I might find that bastard?"

The butcher sighed, turned around and shrugged at Katerina who was walking at the end, saying that she could not persuade her. Katerina didn't say much, but just followed her silently.

The infamous name in the 93 provinces comes from the so-called sensitive neighborhoods where the Greens gather. The police in Paris do not care about these places. People here are often smuggled immigrants. The French government with the disease of Our Lady has taken them in but does not manage them, so that this place has become an underground world.

All the shops on the street are closed, doors and windows are closed, and from time to time there are a few sneaky figures walking through the streets. In this place where the unemployment rate exceeds 50%, crime has become the only job for many people to make a living.

When passing an intersection, several hooded men found the Minsk three. They immediately ran over quickly, and after approaching, they took out a few knives to try to surround the three of them and cut off their escape route. The leader saw Katerina and said happily: "Look, there is a girl."

When they are proud, they are prone to being unlucky. The leading gangster flew up before they finished speaking, and kicked his neck with one foot. The other gangsters didn't realize the seriousness of the problem, and they called out to thrust the knife and swear, cursing and trying to bleed Katerina.

The muffled bang bang kept happening within a few seconds. Katerina liked to kick people with her legs. Her speed and agility were far beyond ordinary people. A circle of corpses fell down by her side in a few strokes. Moreover, she could not leave any living sluts tonight, so she kicked all the gangsters around to death.

The body remained in place and Caterina looked around to make sure that no one was seen or surveillance filmed. In fact, this neighborhood was already in chaos, and no one dared to meddle in other people's business at night, and the surveillance probe and other things had been damaged long ago.

After a few steps to catch up with Minsk and the butcher, Katerina saw Minsk stopping in front of an ordinary roadside shop. The rolling gate closed the store, but the thin iron sheet could not stop Minsk's violent ravages.

With a few clangs, the rolling gate was violently removed by Minsk. It looked like a Turkish barbecue restaurant with tables and chairs stacked together, a bit messy.

The sound at the door alarmed the people in the store. Katerina soon heard a furious voice coming from the second floor of the store. Someone cursed loudly and rushed down the stairs, as if she was holding a hunting rifle in her hand.

Minsk picked up a chair and smashed it at the gunman, knocking the other party down with a bang, and the hunting rifle in the other party's hand went off fire, making a bang.

The fallen gunman was knocked unconscious. Minsk, who had been slow, suddenly rushed forward and rushed to the second floor like a raccoon cat. The butcher who was following behind stopped Katerina who wanted to follow.

At this time, gunfire sounds came from the floor slab on the second floor, and a shuttle of bullets pierced the ceiling, landing just where Minsk had just stopped.

"fuk!" Katerina turned around and ran out. She walked out of the store and easily jumped up to the wall on the second floor, and directly broke the window and killed her. The butcher who stayed on the first floor looked for a chair and sat down, sighing.

After a while, Minskti returned to the first floor with two wilted people and threw them on the floor. One of them had a bruised nose, but he still raised his head rebelliously to see who attacked him.

The man looked up and saw the butcher's ugly face. The butcher lifted the other person's chin with his toes and smiled mockingly: "Dudayev, I really didn't expect that we would meet again in this situation.

God is really good at joking. My face is ruined in your hands. I have dreamed of twisting your head off in countless dreams!”

"Who are you?" The guy with a bruised nose and swollen nose has opened a barbecue restaurant in the local area for many years, and his secret identity has never been exposed. He did not expect that his real name would be drunk by a stranger in one sip. "I don't know you."
Chapter completed!