Morey found it hard to believe that a person who was like a god of death just now would actually say such words full of forgiveness. At this moment, he was like a prophet who was guiding him towards peace and tranquility. Morey knew that from now on, there would no longer be a man who used to be called Morey in Paris.
He crawled into his bedroom and took out the emergency life-saving items. After taking out the bullet embedded in his thigh, he simply bandaged himself to stop the bleeding. Morey fled the place in a panic alone. He knew that after such an intense gunfight, it wouldn't take long for the Paris police to arrive. They had long regarded him as a thorn in their side.
Morey knew that the darkest thing in the world wasn't the underworld, nor were there many gangs. It was the police who wore the uniform of law enforcement. They used the power and weapons in their hands to crazily plunder wealth. Although Morey paid them every month as a form of filial piety, this group of police had long wanted to eradicate him.
Morey frantically took out the money he had hidden in the house. He only took those large amounts of Euros and US dollars. He didn't care about taking the small amounts because he couldn't carry that much. After taking a portion of the money, Morey escaped from his house through the back door and disappeared into the boundless night.
Just five minutes after Jiang Cheng and Morey left, five police cars came roaring. A few plainclothes policemen and more than ten special police officers got out of the cars. The special police officers quickly broke down the door and arrested the gunmen who weren't dead yet. However, before they could carry them out of the house, they discovered that the gunmen were already dead.
The plainclothes policemen were shocked when they saw the scene. They were all old police officers in this area. They usually made a living by extorting money from these gangsters from all over the world. Now that the gangsters were all dead, where would they go to collect money in the future?
The plainclothes policemen followed the tracks all the way to the third floor. Along the way, there were dead bodies all over the ground. Many of the gunmen were killed with one shot between the eyebrows. The plainclothes policemen were shocked when they saw this. How powerful was this person? He actually had such accurate marksmanship. The places that weren't hit must have been the fatal points of the human body. If it wasn't the heart, then it was the head. He didn't miss at all. Every shot killed. He could be called a sharpshooter.
However, they didn't care about the gunmen's deaths. In their eyes, these people were just some scum of society. It didn't matter if they died or not. It was better if they died. They didn't have to waste taxpayers' money to arrest them. It had to be known that every time the police went out, there was a cost.
The plainclothes policemen came to Morey's bedroom. They pushed open the door and took a look. They found that the whole room was in a mess. There were puddles of blood at the door. The plainclothes policemen carefully stepped on the clean ground and entered the room. When they saw the large open hole in the wall and the various denominations of US, Euros and Pounds scattered all over the floor, they all laughed at the same time.
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Jiang Cheng walked alone on the bustling streets of Paris. From time to time, there were pink girls in revealing clothes waving at Jiang Cheng. Jiang Cheng was worried about the safety of Qin Qin, so he didn't care about these people at all. He didn't know where the China Town in Paris was, nor did he know who Brother Ma, the boss of the Triad that Morey mentioned was. Jiang Cheng only knew that he would personally break the neck of Brother Ma and send him to see the Buddha. As a Chinese person, he had been involved in the underworld overseas. He was also a talent. However, it was sad that he took Qin Qin away. Otherwise, Jiang Cheng would be interested in making friends with him.
Jiang Cheng wanted to hail a taxi on the street and ask them if they wanted to go to China Town. However, he didn't know what was wrong with this road. Although there were many cars passing by, they were all private cars. There was no sign of a taxi at all.
Jiang Cheng had no choice but to stand in the middle of the road and hail a Mercedes-Benz. When the driver saw a person suddenly standing in front of him, he was so scared that he hurriedly stepped on the brakes. He then stuck his head out to look at Jiang Cheng and scolded, "F * ck you, are you f * cking blind? If you want to die, jump into the Eiffel Tower. Don't f * cking block my way …"
Before he could finish his last word, the driver of the Mercedes-Benz suddenly stopped scolding. He realized that the Asian man who had been standing at the front of his Mercedes-Benz was now standing beside his car door. Furthermore, he was holding a black metal toy in his hand. As someone who had been playing with guns for years, he could tell at a glance that it was one of the top ten pistols in the world, the China Type 92 pistol. It could hold fifteen 7.62mm bullets and was extremely powerful.
Moreover, the hands of this young man who was holding the gun were abnormally steady. Looking at his fingers and fists, it was obvious that he was someone who had been holding a gun and boxing all year round. The thick calluses on his hands had already betrayed everything. Also, his hawk-like gaze seemed to be able to see through a person's heart. Old Jon, who was in a battle formation, couldn't help but feel that he might be at a disadvantage in the hands of this young man today.
Cold sweat dripped down Old Jon's forehead. Jiang Cheng looked at the old driver's nervous expression and said to him, "Now, let go of your left hand on the steering wheel and your right hand on the gearshift. Then, open the car door and get out of the car obediently. Give me the car and tell me how to get to China Town! Yours, understand? "
Of course, Old Jon could understand what the handsome man in front of him was saying. He cooperated and let go of his hands, opened the door, and got out of the car. He said, "I know, I know. Please, this car is yours."
Jiang Cheng was very satisfied with the old driver's cooperation. After he got into the car, he smiled and asked the foreigner, "Now, let me ask you, how do I get to China Town?"
Old Jon pointed ahead and said, "Go straight ahead, turn right at the third intersection and go straight for 300 meters. Excuse me, can I ask you a question?"
Jiang Cheng had never seen such a bold person. He had pointed a gun at his head and snatched his car, yet he still dared to ask him a question. He frowned and said, "What is it? Say it!"
"Excuse me, are you a mysterious agent from the ancient eastern country of China?" The foreigner looked at Jiang Cheng with a pair of expectant eyes, hoping that he could give him an answer.
Jiang Cheng glared at the foreigner fiercely. Without saying a word, he changed the gear and left, quickly disappearing into the vast traffic.
The foreigner looked at the back of his Mercedes-Benz and smiled mysteriously. He took out his phone from his pocket and dialed a number. "Lehr, we have a job. A secret agent from China just snatched my car. He'll probably arrive in China Town in five minutes. Find someone to help me get my car back and kill him!"
Lehr, who was on the other side of the phone, laughed and said, "Old Jon, I didn't expect you to have such a day. You actually got your car snatched by a Chinese. I'm worried about your life. Isn't it time for you to retire?"
"Cut the crap. Get someone for me immediately. I must let this bunch of yellow-skinned monkeys know that we, the French, can't be messed with at night!" Old Jon said furiously.
Lehr, who was on the phone, seemed to be afraid that Old Jon would get angry. He immediately compromised and said, "Okay, okay, I'll get someone for you now. That person snatched your Mercedes-Benz and drove to China Town. Okay, I got it. The secret agent team will arrive in China Town in five minutes. If you go now, you might be able to see a good show!"
Old Jon laughed and said, "Oh, is that so? Then I'll rush over now and see what kind of show you're going to put on for me. Oh, right, China Town doesn't seem to be very peaceful recently. I'll go over and warn that Ma guy not to behave atrociously in my territory. Otherwise, I'll get angry!"
Old Jon hung up the phone confidently and stretched out his hand to hail a taxi. He said to the driver, "China Town Bar!"
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Jiang Cheng drove the latest Mercedes-Benz that he had snatched and weaved through the traffic. A few minutes later, he arrived at the street that the old driver had mentioned. Jiang Cheng realized that there were familiar Chinese characters everywhere on this street. There were simplified and traditional Chinese characters. There were signs of Sichuan restaurants, Hunan restaurants, Beijing Roast Duck, Jiangxi and Cantonese cuisines everywhere. There were even signs of various ethnic characteristics such as mahjong houses.
Jiang Cheng slowly parked the car at the entrance of a nightclub called China Town. According to Morey's confession, Brother Ma was the boss in China Town. Places like nightclubs were usually associated with the underworld. Therefore, Jiang Cheng was immediately sure that Brother Ma was definitely in this nightclub.
Jiang Cheng drove into the nightclub's entrance. The waitress and waitress who were in charge of receiving guests outside helped Jiang Cheng open the car door. The waitress also came over to help park the car. Jiang Cheng politely took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the waitress. He said, "Help me park the car. This is a new car that I borrowed from a friend. Don't scratch it."
The waitress had been serving here for a long time and had never seen a customer tip a hundred-dollar bill. Looking at the hundred-dollar bill, his eyes lit up with excitement. He quickly bowed to Jiang Cheng and said, "Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir!"
Jiang Cheng adjusted his suit and walked into the nightclub's entrance. The waitresses in cheongsams standing on both sides of the entrance knew that he was a native of China when they heard his conversation with the doorman who was in charge of driving. A few of the waitresses hurriedly bowed to Jiang Cheng and said, "Welcome to China Town. Have a good time!"
Jiang Cheng smiled with satisfaction. He nodded to the waitresses and walked into the nightclub with a smile.
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