The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

In the 10th arrondissement of Paris, the hotel where Pavel-Kochevoi and others stayed near the Moulin Rouge Cabaret became a temporary headquarters. Anyway, this piece of monsters has everything, and a bunch of foreign men and women are not conspicuous.

The hotel is located in Montmartre, an alternative highland in the north of Paris, a well-known messy area in Europe. The surface is bright and the back is dark, a place full of legends.

It has a rich artistic heritage and an intricate humanistic style, but it has only a short 100 years of history. It is the youngest district in Paris.

Watching the tall and sacred Church of the Sacred Heart and the Moulin Rouge that sings every night and the supreme-costume performers gather together to be neighbors, the painters who persistently pursue artistic creation and the street performers who strive for survival live in harmony. Visitors and illegal immigrants who have become criminals are also everywhere.

It is prosperous and chaotic, blurred and superficial, and perfectly accommodates religion, art, glamour and crime, and its other name is well-known throughout Western Europe-the town of thieves!

In Paris, the subway, the street and even the Louvre are full of disasters. Stealing, robbing, and cheating are commonplace. The Matte area is the core area with the densest concentration of pickpockets and robbers in Paris. The robbers here are also the most crowded. I like to target Asian tourists who have language barriers, communication difficulties, and appearances that are easy to distinguish.

The little devils and stick tourists here will not go to Montmartre to hang out alone, especially at night, unless they are dumbfounded.

Asians, so good!

As for the future, 20 years later, it will be the turn of Huaxia people who like to carry cash.

Behind the prosperity is a breeding ground for crime, a common problem in every prosperous and prosperous city. Yesterday evening Alpina Chekhova went out and wandered around with Pavel, speaking in French with some southern French accent, posing as her own country. Tourists and couples, as a result, they encountered two groups of pickpockets.

Of course, the results are more interesting. The first wave of three pickpockets was still on the street, and the one who did it was caught by Alpina.

The other two wanted to threaten, but couldn't steal and turn into a robbery. As a result, Pavel took out a Walter PPK directly from his pocket, and said in a coaxing tone: "I can't take care of you apricots, let me fuck!"

Yes, I ran into the southern hillbilly policeman who came to Paris for a holiday. They seemed to be of a high level. Pickpockets thought they couldn't provoke them.

Why do you think it is a police officer?

There are not many middle-aged French people who carry their brother's guns, especially looking at the costumes: these two people are well dressed, and those with no spare money can't afford to wear them, otherwise they won't be the target.

The French police department has strict management of its own guns, and the French police, who always carry guns when traveling, will not carry them for inspection.

You can't be a pickpocket if you don't wink. If you have money or not, you can see if you can provoke them. Otherwise, your wings will be miserable.

Don't even mention that someone has a gun now. Even if you ignore the brother's gun, it is not a big problem for ordinary people, but if you rob a senior policeman, the police in Paris will lose their face.

The Paris police can’t provoke foreign gangs, but they don’t need to dig out a few small pickpockets from their own country without taking any action. If the policeman in charge of this matter makes a call, the professional pickpocket must honestly send the stolen goods to the police station. Pickpockets carrying the pot have to report to the police station by themselves.

Don't believe it, the professional pickpockets in the city are all gangs. The local police are clear about this, and the small pickpockets who work alone are basically registered. The situation in the world is similar.

As long as they are not committing crimes, if you make a phone call with no makeup on your face, someone will return your belongings; if you can't find the thrown wallet or the like, the pickpocket will make up the difference.

Isn't it amazing?

This is the fact. There are rules in society, so Pavel suddenly wanted to pretend to be a senior French police officer who came to travel. Ten good ulcers, otherwise Alpina next to him looked like a middle-aged aunt who seemed harmless to humans and animals. The hands are notoriously ruthless.

A lesson about pickpockets will not hinder the task. As a result, the three pickpockets consciously raised their hands and retreated, which made Alpina a bit boring, who originally wanted to move.

but

In the second wave of pickpockets, Alpina went to the bathroom halfway, and when he came out, he encountered two small robbers with pocket knives-Pavelna would be looking at the men's suits in the shop window on the corner of the street. The knife in the hand of one of the robbers looked like a handmade product with a handle made of animal horns.

In the blink of an eye, two North African young men fell tragically outside the public toilet. The robber brought an antelope horn knives from his hometown and was robbed.

The aunt couldn't provoke it. She still used the traditional French kicking technique. Before she left, she left a cold sentence: "My mother was invincible in the ring 20 years ago. You two rotten tomato rotten eggs still want to grab me?

cut! "

Putting up an index finger and leaving without a cloud, he waved his hand without leaving a cloud, which was in line with the rich artistic atmosphere of Montmartre, leaving two robbers lying on the ground howling and robbery.

The leg bones of the two robbers were broken, the four arms were broken in two pairs, and the three ribs were added. They were unable to resist the atrocities of the stolen knife and the cash in the wallet on the body.

What's even more exaggerated is that a middle-aged man smiled and watched this scene, and then the monster woman with abnormal combat power took the other's arm and left together ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It seemed to show off what she got.

The two seemed to be hanging out, but they were actually determining the points of the various prostitution gangs. When they returned to the hotel, most of the buddies had not yet come back, and they all left.

Relying on the French police alone is not reliable, they can only give general directions, trying to find out which group of people did it, and they can rely on themselves.

Eliza is in the living room of Pavel's suite. This time she pretended to be the daughter of the major general "couple", of course she was in the same suite.

When "Mum and Dad" came back, the beautiful girl said, "Yuri and Valentin called ten minutes ago, and the line they followed has the latest news.

There is a construction site just 15 kilometers north of the city. The work is basically North African laborers. Near the site, Albanians and Frenchmen set up an underground brothel. Heroin is controlling those prostitutes. "

Speaking of this, Eliza stopped and seemed to organize her language, "I can't say it's a prostitute. Basically, she's not very clear about her conscious mind."

Needless to say, they were all trafficked.

"Valentin asks when he can do it. The thugs and the Frenchman over there are likely to know something."

"Wait a minute, Paul and Alexander will find out the lines they tracked tonight."

Coincidentally, as soon as this was finished, Eliza's phone on the sofa rang.

"It's Alexander."

Pavel answered the phone and hung up within a minute. Mu said blankly: "Don't wait any longer, let all groups get ready to do it.

Also, give the military police commander a call. We have to work at night and let his people drive slowly and don't run the red light. "

Eliza and Alpina straightened up and said in a deep voice, "Yes, General!"

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