When he walked out of the civilian area, Xia Pingan felt that the world in his eyes was gradually becoming clearer. Luo An's nearsightedness was more than three hundred degrees. He had just eaten something to replenish his energy, and the speed at which his two bodies were fusing had quietly increased. At the same time, his nearsighted eyes had quietly recovered, and at the same time, his physical strength and quality had also improved a little. At the very least, he no longer felt as weak as before.
Less than twenty minutes after leaving the civilian district, Xia Pingan arrived at the chaotic district. This district belonged to Paris' Issy Town, and half of the surrounding towns had already been destroyed, and everything was in ruins.
The once romantic city was no longer romantic at all. There were criminals everywhere.
Xia Pingan was just casually strolling around the nearby streets. In the blink of an eye, three black hoodlums wearing hoodies suddenly rushed out from the nearby alley. One of them held a knife, the other held a pistol, and pushed Xia Pingan rudely into the nearby alley.
"Kid, hurry up, hurry up and take out all the valuable things on you …" The black hoodlum who spoke had thick lips, a fierce face, and a slightly fat body. The moment he opened his mouth, he had a thick stench. He pointed his pistol at Xia Pingan's chest and ordered in very fluent Chinese, "Watch, ring, money, cell phone, all of them …"
Just from the words of this black man, Xia Pingan could tell that this was not the first time this guy had robbed a Chinese in Paris. If he did not rob a few dozen times, he would not be able to practice such a fluent Chinese accent.
"Hurry up …"
Another hoodlum stood behind Xia Pingan and used a dagger to press against Xia Pingan's back.
A hoodlum stretched out his hands and quickly searched Xia Pingan's body.
Other than the steel pipe in his windbreaker, there was nothing else on Xia Pingan's body.
The hoodlum who was searching his body suddenly touched the steel pipe in Xia Pingan's windbreaker and was slightly stunned. Xia Pingan smiled slightly and dodged to the side, avoiding the black muzzle in front of him. He grabbed the hoodlum's wrist with one hand and pulled out the steel pipe with the other, smashing it on the hoodlum's face.
With this strike, Xia Pingan had already used all the strength in this body, and the force was not light. The hoodlum's nose collapsed, his teeth were all knocked out, and a deep bloody mark appeared on his face. With a scream, he fell to the ground and fainted.
Xia Pingan's eyes were sharp and his hands were fast. He grabbed the gun that fell from the hoodlum's hand, and at the same time, his body moved slightly to the side, avoiding the dagger that was stabbing him from behind. He kicked his foot forward and directly kicked the underbelly of the hoodlum who was searching his body. With one kick, the hoodlum who was searching his body knelt on the ground while foaming at the mouth. His body curled up into a shrimp and he suddenly stopped breathing.
Although the strength and reaction speed of this body was not good and could not be compared to a summoner who had just merged with the Foundation Establishment Realm Pearl, Xia Pingan's combat awareness was superb. Dealing with these hoodlums in close combat was not a problem at all.
After knocking down two hoodlums in the blink of an eye, Xia Pingan suddenly turned around and took a step back. Before the hoodlum with the dagger could stab him a second time, the muzzle in Xia Pingan's hand was already pointed at the hoodlum's head, and one of his fingers had already unlocked the safety.
Do you know who we are? We're from the BG Gang. If you dare to touch us, our people will find you in the entire Paris. Even if you hide in the Chinese community of the 11th district, it's useless. The Chinese community of the 11th district will soon be broken by several gangs in Paris. Just wait for our revenge … "Xia Pingan's face turned slightly pale, but he continued to threaten Xia Pingan," Black-haired boy, you're in big trouble. How dare you resist? Do you know who we are? We're from the BG Gang.
This hoodlum spoke French, so Xia Pingan could completely understand him.
Xia Pingan did not care what the BG Gang was. A person who was not even afraid of demigods and Demon Overlords would not care about a small gang.
However, Xia Pingan did not immediately react to the Chinese community in the 11th district that the hoodlum mentioned. Because he had not completely absorbed Luo An's memories, he only felt that the name was a bit familiar. After a few seconds, Xia Pingan finally reacted and the relevant memories emerged in his mind. The 11th district was an area where the Chinese in Paris were more concentrated. There were more Chinese there, and there were many wholesale companies and several large wholesale markets. It was an important gathering place for the Chinese in Paris. At this moment, Paris was in chaos, and the Chinese in the 11th district seemed to have formed a security team to maintain the security of the wholesale markets and streets.
There were gangs attacking the Chinese community in the 11th district? This was the first time that Xia Pingan heard this news. It was somewhat valuable …
Seeing that Xia Pingan did not speak, a trace of complacency flashed across the hoodlum's eyes. He thought that Xia Pingan was afraid, so he said, "Relax, don't you Chinese hate trouble the most? Don't make trouble for yourself. Give me the gun, and you can go..." As he spoke, he slowly stretched out his hand, trying to grab the gun in Xia Pingan's hand.
Just as the hoodlum's hand grabbed the gun barrel, a trace of mockery flashed across Xia Pingan's eyes. Then, he directly pulled the trigger.
"Bang …" The bullet shot out from the muzzle and directly hit the gangster's outstretched hand. Half of his palm was blasted into a bloody mess. After a brief shock, the gangster suddenly bent down, holding his broken palm and wailing.
"You're wrong, the last thing I'm afraid of is trouble..." Xia Pingan said in French. Just as the hoodlum raised his head, a steel pipe hit the hoodlum's face. The hoodlum fell to the ground and fainted.
In the blink of an eye, three hoodlums fell to the ground, and no one was left standing.
Xia Pingan held his gun and watched the changes in the surrounding streets. After waiting for a few minutes, not a single person came over, and the pedestrians who heard the gunshots in the alley all quickened their pace and left quickly. The other hoodlums didn't come over to check either. It seemed to be a normal thing to hear gunshots here.
Xia Pingan then searched the three hoodlums.
On the three hoodlums, there was a Glock pistol, three magazines, two daggers, and even a military grenade. The grenade was in the pocket of the hoodlum who was in charge of the body search just now.
In addition to these weapons, the three hoodlums had more than 2000 euros in cash, two gold rings, a necklace, and a 70% new gold watch on the hand of the hoodlum who held the gun just now.
What a great harvest!
Xia Pingan put everything on himself. Then, he swung the steel pipe and smashed the right kneecaps of the hoodlums. After that, he walked towards a nearby restaurant that was still open.
The pitiful bread and milk that he had eaten in the small hotel just now was not enough. Xia Pingan was hungry again. He felt that he could eat an entire cow at this moment.
...
The public transportation in Paris had long been paralyzed. Therefore, if he wanted to go somewhere without a car, he could only walk there.
The pedestrians in the city walked in a hurry.
In the daytime, there was basic order on the streets. Those hoodlums and hoodlums were not so brazen as to rob on the streets, because there were people carrying guns everywhere. There were also security teams on the streets.
All kinds of missing person notices and recruitment advertisements were posted on the walls, telephone poles, and bus stops.
Abject painters, unemployed clowns, and acrobats were soliciting customers and performing on the streets. All of them looked disheveled.
There were barely any intact shops and shops on the streets. They had all been smashed and broken glass was everywhere. Many buildings had traces of arson. There were not many shops that were still in business. There were more than one armed security guard standing in front of the shops that were still in business. This was especially true for the bakeries, butchers, and fruit shops. From the outside, people who didn't know better would think that there were people guarding the vaults of banks. Some of the shops even had signs that said, "This shop only accepts precious metals and barter transactions."
Xia Pingan finally arrived at the restaurant in his memory.
At the entrance of the restaurant, there were several burly men with guns. There was even an armored vehicle that was modified from a pickup truck.
Under the gaze of those burly men, Xia Pingan calmly walked up the stairs of the restaurant.
A waiter in a black tuxedo came over with a tray. He slightly bowed, "Sir, according to the restaurant's rules, payment first, consumption second. How would you like to pay, sir?"
Xia Pingan put the gold watch that he had just received on the tray, "Give me a meal according to the value of this gold watch, high-calorie food..."
The waiter glanced at the gold watch and revealed a smile, "I see, sir, please come in..."
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