More than 40 minutes later, a black Mercedes-Benz, escorted by two wheeled vehicles painted with military camouflage, arrived at the gate of Paris Gare d 'Est.
First, the door of the wheeled vehicle opened, and more than ten fully armed men quickly got out of the vehicle to stand guard. Then, the door of the black Mercedes-Benz opened, and a fat red-haired man wearing a snow-white suit, sunglasses, and holding a cane got out of the car and hurriedly walked into the station.
Not all Summoners were handsome and strong. At least, the fat red-haired man in front of him was not. His bloated figure was like a pig that had been pampered in a pigsty for decades. When he walked, the muscles all over his body would tremble, and he seemed to have difficulty breathing.
But it was such a person that made everyone around him feel terrified.
No matter how fat a summoner was, he was still a summoner. For ordinary people, the secret method of a third-level summoner was like that of a god, and he could easily control the life and death of the people around him.
"Bastard, if anyone of you dares to make such a joke, I'll shoot him …"
Walking in the lobby of the station, the Butcher roared, and the people around him kept quiet out of fear.
The Butcher was here!
He had to come!
When the Butcher heard that his armory had been robbed in broad daylight and that nothing was left behind, he rushed over in a hurry after receiving the news.
The Butcher wondered if anyone dared to make such a joke with him.
The weapons in the warehouse could easily arm two regiments. In addition to the weapons, there were also many valuable things he had just obtained from outside, such as drinks, food, and so on. The latter, in the current Paris, was a real luxury.
Even if he opened up the warehouse and let a hundred people move it, they might not be able to finish moving it in a day. Moreover, he had just inspected the warehouse in the morning and brought his men to move some supplies out of the warehouse and gave them to Sasa. Today was the day he and Sasa had agreed to have a decisive battle. Just tonight, they had joined forces with several other gangs in Paris to wipe out the Chinese community in the 11th arrondissement.
There were several wholesale markets in the Chinese community in the 11th arrondissement, and there were many necessities in Paris in those markets. The Butcher had been eyeing those wholesale markets for a long time. If this operation was successful, he could get 40% of the goods in those wholesale markets, and his wealth would increase several times.
He didn't expect that such a problem would occur at such a critical moment.
What a joke! If the battle didn't go well, his warehouse was responsible for continuously supplying weapons to the front line. Now, the people guarding the warehouse told him that the goods in the warehouse were gone. Sasa wouldn't believe him even if he told him.
Yesterday, Sasa wanted to borrow the tank he had put in the warehouse, but the Butcher refused. A tank was a weapon, if he really lent it, he might not be able to get it back.
Butcher dragged his bloated body into the warehouse in a hurry.
Looking at the empty warehouse, where not a single strand of hair was left, the Butcher was dumbfounded. He could play football in it.
"What's the matter?" His roar echoed in the empty warehouse. "Where are my weapons? Where are my houses? Do they have legs of their own? Felix, where do you think they went?"
The Butcher stared at a man with fiery eyes.
"Boss, these things suddenly disappeared. I swear, we were staring at the surveillance screen, and then the goods in the warehouse disappeared on their own. Then I sounded the alarm …" The greasy man in charge of the surveillance room was so scared that he was trembling.
"You mean these things disappeared on their own?"
"Yes, that's it!"
"Is the surveillance video still there?"
"Yes!" “
"Take me to the surveillance room!"
The Butcher came to the surveillance room and watched the surveillance video. In the video, he first saw the four guards at the door of the warehouse faint on the ground for no reason. Then, he saw the door of the warehouse open. Then, the items in the warehouse disappeared one by one.
After watching the video, the surveillance room was silent.
The Butcher was stunned and silent for a long time.
"Boss, you saw it. This … this has nothing to do with me. When we went down, we didn't meet anyone …" The greasy man in charge of the surveillance room saw the Butcher's body trembling slightly and thought his boss was angry. He explained in a low voice. Then, he saw their boss turn his head. His face was pale, and his eyes were full of fear. Their boss was trembling, not because of anger, but because of fear.
As a Summoner, the Butcher knew that the reason why the goods in his warehouse disappeared was not because of the devil or God, but because they were robbed. The robber was a Summoner.
The Butcher understood that a powerful Summoner had come to Paris!
The reason was simple. A Summoner who could take away all the equipment and supplies in his warehouse must be carrying unimaginable top-notch spatial equipment on him and in the secret mandala. In the world of Summoners, a Summoner with spatial equipment of this level was definitely a top existence among Summoners.
Even in the whole of France, there were only a handful of such Summoners.
Moreover, he seemed to have heard of the secret method of invisibility before. Very few Summoners could fuse with that kind of realm pearl.
Although he was a third-level Summoner and seemed to be a figure in Paris, if such a Summoner wanted to kill him, it would be like strangling an ant.
Was this a warning? Or was it done conveniently?
The Butcher didn't know!
But the disappearance of the goods in his warehouse was enough to make him panic. He felt like a pitiful prey being targeted by a powerful predator.
… …
A few minutes later, under the escort of a large group of bodyguards, the Butcher, whose face was as pale as a corpse, came out of the train station in a panic and quickly got on his black Mercedes-Benz.
The bodyguards got on the wheeled vehicle and were about to escort the Butcher out of the train station.
… …
The black Mercedes-Benz had just started and moved less than ten meters.
"Boom … …"
The terrifying explosion turned into a fierce flame, instantly turning the entire car into pieces. Even a big hole was blown out on the ground, and the glass of the surrounding buildings were all shattered.
This was the explosive power of a strong military liquid explosive.
When the bomb detonated, not a single blade of grass was left alive within twenty meters.
The Butcher in the car didn't have any time to react before he was turned into pieces in such a violent explosion. The silver letter in his hand was blown to pieces and flew a hundred meters away … …
… …
On the top floor of a building next to the train station, Xia Pingan, who had concealed himself, calmly put away the remote control in his hand and shook his head. This Butcher was only a third-level Summoner. How disappointing. He didn't have any vigilance at all. His combat ability was too weak.
For Summoners who often fought and had experience, spells like the Water Shield were self-defense spells that had to be trained to trigger by default. When the bomb detonated, he saw the Butcher in the car and wanted to react, but it was too late. And for experienced Summoners, spells like the Water Shield could be activated simultaneously when the bomb detonated.
If the Butcher's Water Shield could be activated, he might not have died.
Xia Pingan was just about to summon an assassin to finish him off. He didn't expect the Butcher to not give him a chance to summon an assassin. Too weak.
In a big city like Paris, indulging in luxury and sensual pleasures would unknowingly turn a Summoner into a good-for-nothing.
Xia Pingan secretly reminded himself that he shouldn't become such a Summoner.
Looking at the chaotic Paris East Station, Xia Pingan's figure disappeared in the next second.
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The 11th arrondissement, located on the right bank of the Seine River in Paris, was the most densely populated area in Paris. Here, there were several large wholesale markets for Chinese in Paris. Many Chinese living in Paris lived in the 11th arrondissement.
When Xia Pingan arrived at the 11th arrondissement, it wasn't dark yet, but concentrated gunshots could be heard from time to time in the surroundings of the 11th arrondissement.
This was the war zone of Paris!
The closer he got to the 11th arrondissement, the more he could see burnt cars, smashed shops, and burned building wreckage on the streets. There were also all kinds of uncomfortable graffiti on the roadside walls and abandoned fences and barbed wire barriers on the streets.
Even though it was broad daylight, very few people could be seen on the streets. The only pedestrians that could be seen were mostly gangsters with weapons.
The gangsters attacking the 11th arrondissement and the Chinese guards defending the 11th arrondissement were now in a stalemate near the People's Square in the 11th arrondissement.
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