Rise of the Wasteland Chapter 1464: Revenge from the future

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Late night, a taxi departed from the center of Paris, all the way north.

The driver who drives the car is a Muslim. From time to time he looks at the three passengers around him and in the back seat. The co-pilot was a cool beauty, with wavy curly hair that was extremely sexy. And in the back seat are two burly big men, the tall one is especially scary.

The taxi driver was originally a very talkative crowd, but was facing three passengers who did n’t say a word but did n’t know how to speak. When the car drove all the way to the suburb of Seine Saint-Denis, the driver stopped at an intersection.

“Gentlemen, I ca n’t drive anymore. After that street, it ’s province 93, which is the famous chaotic area of ​​Paris. It ’s too late now, I dare not go in. It ’s not the North African Arabia The Green Church immigrant is a nigga. "The Green Church driver pointed his palm forward and shook his head.

"You are also Muslim, have no relationship with those people?" asked the beauty in the passenger seat.

Lvjiao driver made a haha ​​and laughed at himself: "Those people don't talk to each other when they are robbing. To be honest, I am honored that you can be my car. But I still have to remind you that it is better not to go at night 93 provinces, too dangerous! "

The burly man in the back seat drew out a stack of cash from his pocket, and pulled out a few sheets to the driver. "Thank you for your reminder, we can go the next way."

The door opens and the three passengers come down one after the other. The green driver looked at the three people walking slowly from the probe in the car, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Miss Riven, I am your fan. You are a hundred times more beautiful than in the movie."

For the eager cry of Fans, the cold female passenger only replied lightly, "I know."

Looking at the three passengers slowly disappearing into the darkness, the green driver sighed, "This woman is so beautiful, so beautiful it is hard to resist. Oh ... God! I ca n’t stand it, I have to go Find a girl who stands on the street and let her vent. "

taxi left, the lights on the deserted streets were dim, and the province of Seine Saint-Denis in the northern suburbs of Paris was notoriously chaotic. In the eyes of Parisians, this province numbered 93 has many negative labels. Most of the people who live here are old and old, all of them look like criminals.

House prices in 93 provinces are very cheap, which has also attracted many companies as office locations. However, the companies here need to implement strict security measures, and have special bodyguards to protect their employees from work. Some people mocked themselves as living in war-torn areas in the 93 province.

Even if such closed protection measures are limited to the business districts of 93 provinces, leaving the business district is a lawless area. Perhaps just crossing a street, people will feel that they ran from the bustling Paris to the chaotic Syria.

Among the three people who just got off, the two-meter-high Minsk is at the forefront. He has always been quiet, but he is a very reliable partner. At this moment he strode ahead, and there was a wave of anger all over him.

Butcher followed, approaching Minsk and asking, "What do you want to do?"

"Kill the **** of Chekov." Minsk said concisely.

"Now Chekov at this time doesn't know you yet." Butcher said.

Minsk sneered, "What about then? He did it anyway. I have to thank Victor, he gave me the opportunity to take revenge. Otherwise I might find that bastard?"

Butcher sighed and shrugged back at the last Katrina, saying that he could not persuade him. Katrina didn't talk much, just followed silently.

The notoriety of the 93 province comes from the so-called sensitive neighborhoods gathered by Muslim, and the police in Paris do not care about these places. The people here are often immigrants, and the French government with Notre Dame took them in but did not manage them, so that it has become an underground world.

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

When passing a junction, several hooded people found the Minsk three. They quickly ran over, and after approaching, they took out a few knives and tried to surround the three, cutting off their escape. The leading one also said happily after seeing Katrina: "Look, there is a girl."

It's easy to be unlucky when you are proud, and the leading little gangster flew up without saying a word, and kicked him off the neck with one foot. The other **** hadn't realized the seriousness of the problem, and the screaming knife was forced to come up, and he swears to give blood to Katrina.

Booming muffled noises continue to occur within a few seconds. Katrina likes to kick people with her legs. Her speed and agility is much faster than ordinary people. A few rounds of corpses fall beside her. And tonight's action can not leave alive, she kicked all the gangsters around to death.

The corpse remains wherever it is, Katrina looks around to make sure that no one is seen or monitored. In fact, this block is already chaotic enough. No one dared to do more casual work at night, and the monitoring probe was destroyed.

A few steps to catch up with Minsk and Butcher, Katrina saw Minsk parked in front of a normal roadside shop. The rolling gate closed the shop door, but the thin metal sheet could not stop the violent ravages of Minsk.

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

The sound of the door shocked the people in the shop. Katrina soon heard a furious voice from the second floor of the shop. Someone cursed loudly and rushed down the stairs. It seemed to have a shotgun in his hand.

Minsk picked up a chair and smashed it towards gunner, knocking the opponent down with a bang, and the shotgun in the opponent's hand also caught fire and slammed.

The gunner that fell to the ground was smashed. The slow Minsk suddenly rushed forward, like a raccoon on the second floor, and the Butcher behind it stopped the Katrina who wanted to keep up.

At this time, there was a sudden gunshot from the floor of the second floor, and a round of bullets penetrated the ceiling, which happened to be where Minsk had just stopped.

"Fuck!" Katrina turned around and ran out. She walked out of the store and bounced up the wall on the second floor, breaking the window and killing her. Butcher, who stayed on the first floor, bored a chair and sighed.

After a while, Minsk returned to the first floor with two crumbled people, thrown on the floor. One of them had swollen nose and blue face, but still raised his head recklessly to see who had attacked himself.

As soon as this man looked up, he saw the ugly face of Butcher. Butcher raised his chin with his toes and laughed sarcastically: "Dudayev, I really didn't expect that we could meet again in this situation.

God can really make a joke, my face can be destroyed in your hands. I want to screw your head down in countless dreams! "

"Who are you?" The guy with swollen nose and swollen face has been operating a local barbecue restaurant for many years. His secret identity has never been revealed. He didn't expect his real name to be broken by a stranger. "I don't know you."

The Minsk on the back stepped on Dudayev ’s head and stepped on his head almost with a slight force. He endured anger and asked: "Tell me where is Chekov? A future old friend is looking for him."