Ghost Shelter System

Maybe decades later, the man in sunglasses wouldn't want to recall this day.

A dozen gang elites from the Sword of Gaul faced off against a yellow man, but not one of them survived a round. It only took half a minute from the beginning to the last elite of the Sword of Gaul to lose their combat effectiveness. They didn't even have time to take out their guns and fell to the ground. This is very rare!

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

He took out the soul-sealing gun and put it against the back of the man in sunglasses.

Raising his hands and surrendering, the man in sunglasses was stiff, sweating, and didn't even have the courage to resist.

"What do you call it?" Qin Kun's voice remained calm.

"B-Bertrand..."

Qin Kun reached out and took out the other party's wallet. There was a large amount of money in it, and Qin Kun was very satisfied.

A stack of francs was held in Qin Kun's hand, and he patted the opponent's face with his gun: "Bertrand, don't be impulsive next time. You have to pay the price for causing trouble with me! Take off your pants and hand over all the money!! !”

A group of stumbling gangsters were stunned when Qin Kun shouted.

Robbery? Then...what does it mean to take off your pants? ! !

Colorful pants appeared in front of Qin Kun. Qin Kun was afraid that there would be unscrupulous desperadoes inside, so he didn't confiscate their guns just now, which might be dangerous.

But this group of people really didn't have the blood to resist. The one who had been beaten the worst was about to take off his pants. Qin Kun ordered: "Stop! I'm not a pervert! Pull up your pants!"

Bertrand's mood was particularly complicated at this time. How much money is this? Is it worth offending the ‘Sword of Gaul’ for this little money?

"gentlemen……"

"I'm not your husband."

Bertrand's cheeks turned red. He looked at Qin Kun counting money. He wanted to take out his gun several times to fight back, but he didn't have the courage. It was too fast. His opponent was stronger than he imagined. If he could let go at such a close distance, The other party smelled a hint of hostility and was afraid that he would not be able to walk out of this alley with his life.

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

"Excellent."

"Are you really doing it for money and not for other purposes?"

Other purposes?

Killing and stealing goods?

If I want to settle the accounts of the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, I should burn down the Louvre and fight the Arc de Triomphe in bloody battles. I have a gross purpose for you.

"if not?"

Bertrand shook his head helplessly: "The 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 countless Endless money and countless beautiful women, provided that you join us and serve our Sword of Gaul."

"No need."

Qin Kun patted Bertrand's face, bared his teeth and said, "I remember all these people's faces. Whoever dares to follow me next time... will die." Qin Kun scratched his neck, and everyone felt that The back of my neck felt chilly.

The Oriental man smoked a cigarette and disappeared at the end of the alley. Bertrand's tense body relaxed and he couldn't laugh or cry.

…

In the evening, Bertrand went back to deliver the errand. After telling his godfather exactly what had happened, a white-haired old man thought for a long time and then gave the answer.

"Since it's a robbery, let's bring less money out."

A helpless answer made Bertrand stunned. The iron godfather Benoit actually gave such an answer. It was really unbelievable!

The white-haired old man took a sip of wine and said calmly: "Are you surprised? In fact, it's not just us who met that guy. FC Marseille, Saint-Germain, and Gothic Hammer have all met that guy. I heard that no one can do anything to him. Like that. And that weird oriental guy really came here to steal money..."

Benoit was also very angry. This must be crazy! He robbed 5 francs, he also robbed 500 francs!

No matter how much money was in the wallet, he would take it all away. For some disciples who had no money in their pockets, they would be ordered to take off their leather shoes and throw them into the river. This was simply unreasonable! The worst thing happened to his confidant Du Wen. Because he insulted the other party, his clothes and pants were stripped off and thrown into the water. He had a cigarette scar on his forehead, just like an Indian monk.

At that time, Du Wen went to have a private meeting with his mistress. He had not yet reached his destination, so he finally walked back in his underwear. Let their Sword of Gaul be disgraced!

Benoit rubbed his forehead, not knowing how to say good things about that person.

No matter what, as long as it doesn't affect the recent gang structure in Paris, let him do whatever he wants!

Fifteen days.

After the Sword of Gaul came after them, the people from Marseille Light and Gothic Warhammer also came to trouble Qin Kun. These people who did not believe in evil were beaten up by Qin Kun using the same method. No one could stand the endless troubles, so Qin Kun took out the magic weapon Seizing Karma Knife and prepared to take action.

The dark clouds are gloomy, as if a storm is brewing in Paris. The contradictions in the underground society have entered a white-hot stage. Gangsters fighting for interests are seizing and dividing territory in Paris.

They always felt that Qin Kun's existence was a hidden danger. When fighting with each other, Gothic Warhammer, who had the dominant position, first attacked Qin Kun with all his strength in order to avoid any changes.

The result was that thirty-three elites shot in the city without even being able to touch the corners of the opponent's clothes. When they came back, thirty-three people had bruises and swollen faces, and their heads were shaved off.

The members of the Light of Marseille heard that Qin Kun had taken action against the Gothic Warhammer, and they did not want to sit still and wait for death. The Sword of Gaul was in 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 all became bald.

On the day of the gang fight, the three major gangs and nearly two hundred elites were commanded by a bright bald head. The scene was extremely embarrassing. Everyone thought that except for the godfathers and the bottom members of the three gangs, everyone else had converted to Buddhism. The scene was originally Be prepared for a shocking and bloody battle with weapons, but the fight will be devoid of any passion.

It was not Qin Kun's wish to shave his head, but it was easy to hide from open guns and hard to defend against hidden arrows. He shaved his head for this group of guys who like to follow and follow, so that his eyes could detect potential crises. Qin Kun himself did not expect that this originally bloody battle with weapons would turn into a Buddhist fight because of him.

One month later, the funds transferred from Hong Kong arrived in the account. In the prostitute Marceline's room, Qin Kun was lying on the bed, watching TV boredly.

"I heard that you have provoked a lot of people recently?"

Marceline received sponsorship from Qin Kun and began to study design at her own expense. She has been studying painting these days. There is a sewing machine in her room. At the same time, Qin Kun received his first gift here, a suit.

"Are you so talented?"

Although the material of the suit is a bit rustic, it fits well, which is a bit unexpected. Marceline shrugged: "My father used to be a tailor, but unfortunately he died of illness. Otherwise, I wouldn't come here."

Late at night, there was a knock on the door, and a child came in and threw his head into Marceline's arms.

The blond boy still looked at Qin Kun with hostility, with fear in his eyes.

A few bald heads stood at the door. After peeking at Qin Kun secretly, they swallowed their saliva and smiled awkwardly.

"I am Narrand Robert, and Marceline is mine!" The little boy declared his sovereignty as always.

Qin Kun knocked on the little boy's head: "You don't have all your hair, do you know what love is? You lack maternal love!"

Before the little boy could say anything, he noticed that the bald man at the door was smiling and shaking his head vigorously at him, apparently advising the little boy not to mess with this person.

The little boy swallowed, raised his head and said, "Maceline is mine anyway!"

Qin Kun said to Marceline: "Make him some crotchless pants. I can smell urine. He must have wet his pants."

"I don't!!!"

The little boy was so humiliated that he ran out with a red face.

Marceline shook her head helplessly. This oriental man is so interesting. The future Marseille Lions will be eaten to death. How long has it been?