Golden Summoner

When walking out of the civilian area, Xia Pingan felt that the world he saw with his eyes gradually became clearer. Luo An's eyes were more than 300 degrees myopic. He had just eaten something and replenished a little energy. His two bodies were fused. The speed has quietly increased, and the short-sighted eyes have quietly recovered. At the same time, the physical strength and quality of the body have also improved a little, at least there is no such weak feeling as before.

Less than twenty minutes after leaving the civilian area, Xia Ping'an arrived at the chaotic neighborhood. This neighborhood belonged to the town of Issy in Paris. Half of the surrounding town had been destroyed and everything was in ruins.

The once romantic city is not romantic at all at this time and is full of criminals.

Xia Pingan was just strolling around the streets nearby. In the blink of an eye, three black gangsters wearing sweatshirts suddenly rushed out from the alley next to them. One was holding a knife, and the other was holding a pistol. He resisted Xia Pingan and pushed Xia Pingan roughly into the alley next to him.

"Boy, hurry up, hurry up and take out the valuable things on you..." The black gangster who spoke had thick lips, a sinewy face, and a somewhat fat body. He had a strong bad breath when he opened his mouth. He pointed his pistol horizontally. Xia Pingan's chest commanded in very proficient Chinese, "Watch, ring, money, mobile phone, everything..."

Just from what the black man said, Xia Pingan could tell that this was not the first time this guy had robbed Chinese people in Paris. He would not have developed such a proficient Chinese accent without robbing dozens of times.

"hurry up……"

Another gangster stood behind Xia Pingan, holding a dagger against Xia Pingan's vest.

A gangster stretched out his hands and quickly searched Xia Pingan's body.

Except for the steel pipe in the windbreaker, Xia Ping'an had nothing on him.

The gangster who was searching the body suddenly touched the steel pipe in Xia Pingan's windbreaker. He was slightly startled. With his other hand, he pulled out the steel pipe and hit the gun-wielding gangster in the face with the stick.

With this stick, Xia Pingan has used all the strength of this body. The strength is really not light. The gangster holding the gun suddenly collapsed his nose, his teeth were knocked out, and a deep blood mark appeared on his face. He screamed and fell to the ground, fainting.

Xia Ping'an had quick eyesight and quick hands. He grabbed the pistol that fell from the gangster's hand. At the same time, he turned his body slightly to avoid the dagger stabbing him from behind. He kicked hard forward with one foot, directly hitting the gangster who was searching him. On the lower abdomen, he kicked the gangster who was searching him until he was foaming at the mouth and kneeling on the ground. His body shrank into a ball of shrimp and he suddenly stopped breathing.

Although this body's power response speed is not good, and it cannot compare with the summoner who has just merged with the foundation-building world bead, Xia Pingan's combat awareness is superb. It is completely impossible to deal with such a few gangsters in close combat. No more words.

After knocking down the two gangsters in the blink of an eye, Xia Pingan suddenly turned around and took a step back. Before the gangster holding the dagger could stab him a second time, Xia Pingan's gun was already pointed at the gangster's head. Only one finger has opened the safety.

The black gangster's movements suddenly froze, and his face turned slightly pale, but he was saying threatening words and stared at Xia Pingan fiercely, "Black-haired boy, you are in big trouble. How dare you resist? Do you know who we are? We are from the BG gang. If you dare to touch us, our people can dig you out all over Paris. Even if you hide in the Chinese community in the 11th arrondissement, it will be useless. The 11th arrondissement The Chinese community in Paris will soon be invaded by several gangs in Paris. Just wait for our revenge..."

This gangster spoke French, which Xia Pingan could understand completely.

It didn't matter to Xia Ping'an who the BG gang was. A man who wasn't even afraid of demigods and dominant demons wouldn't care about a small gang.

However, Xia Ping'an, the Chinese community in District 11 that the gangster mentioned, didn't react at all, because he hadn't fully absorbed Luo An's memories. He just felt that the name was a bit familiar. After waiting for a few seconds, Xia Ping'an Only then did Ping An react, and related memories emerged in his head. The 11th arrondissement is an area where Chinese are relatively concentrated in Paris. There are more Chinese there. There are many wholesale companies and several large wholesale markets. It is the Chinese in Paris, France. As an important gathering place, Paris is in chaos at the moment. The Chinese in District 11 seem to have organized a security team to maintain security in those wholesale markets and neighborhoods.

Are there gangs attacking the Chinese community in District 11? This is the first time Xia Ping'an knows this news, and it's quite valuable...

Seeing that Xia Pingan didn't speak, the gangster's eyes flashed with pride, thinking that Xia Pingan was afraid, and said, "Relax, aren't you Chinese the most afraid of trouble? Don't get yourself into trouble, give me the gun." , you can go..." As he spoke, a hand slowly stretched out, trying to grab the pistol in Xia Pingan's hand.

Just when the gangster's hand had just grasped the barrel of the gun, Xia Pingan's eyes flashed with a trace of ridicule, and then he directly pulled the trigger.

"Bang..." The bullet was shot from the muzzle and directly hit the gangster's outstretched hand. Half of his palm was bruised and bloody. After a brief shock, the gangster suddenly bent down and held the broken hand. The palms wailed.

"You are wrong. The last thing I am afraid of is trouble..." Xia Pingan said something in French. Just when the gangster raised his head, a steel pipe was slapped on the gangster's face, knocking him to the ground. On the ground, he fainted.

In the blink of an eye, the three gangsters fell to the ground, and no one was left standing.

Xia Pingan held the gun and watched the changes in the surrounding streets. After waiting for a few minutes, no one came on the street. The pedestrians who heard the gunshots in the alley quickened their pace and left quickly, and other gangsters also For those who haven't come to check, hearing gunshots here seems to be a common thing.

Xia Pingan then searched the three gangsters.

The three gangsters had a Glock pistol, three magazines, two daggers, and actually a military grenade. The grenade was in the pocket of the gangster who was responsible for the body search just now.

In addition to these weapons, these three gangsters had more than 2,000 euros in banknotes, two gold rings, and a necklace. The gangster who just took the gun was wearing a 70% new gold watch.

Not a bad harvest!

Xia Pingan put all the things on himself, then swung the steel pipe and broke the kneecaps of the three gangsters' right legs, and then walked towards a nearby restaurant that he remembered was still open.

The meager bread and milk he had just eaten in the small hotel were not enough. Xia Pingan was hungry again. He felt that he could eat a cow at this moment.

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The entire public transportation in Paris has long been paralyzed, so if you want to go somewhere, if you don't have a car, you can only go on two legs.

Pedestrians in the city move in a hurry.

In broad daylight, there is still basic order on the streets, and those gangsters and hooligans have not yet brazenly committed robberies on the streets, because people with guns can be seen everywhere on the streets here, and there are also security teams on the streets.

Various missing person notices and recruitment advertisements are plastered on the walls, telephone poles and bus stops on the street.

Down-and-out painters, unemployed clowns and acrobats are soliciting customers and performing shows on the streets, and they all have something to offer.

On the streets, there were almost no complete shops and shops. Those shops and shops were all smashed up, with broken glass everywhere. Many buildings showed signs of arson. Those who were actually operating There are not many shops. There are more than one armed security guards standing in front of the shops that are still open, especially those places such as bakeries, butchers, and fruit and vegetable shops. Looking outside, people who don’t know may think that There are people guarding the bank's vaults, and some shops even have signs on their doors saying that they only accept precious metals and barter transactions.

Xia Pingan finally came to the restaurant in his memory.

At the door of the restaurant, there were several burly men with guns standing, and there was even an armored vehicle converted from a pickup truck 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 carrying a tray and bowed slightly, "Sir, the rules of our store are to pay first and consume later. I wonder what you will pay with, sir?"

Xia Pingan put the gold watch he had just received on the tray, "Give me a meal based on the value of this gold watch. I want high-calorie food..."

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