Twenty minutes later, Daniel sent Luke to the edge of the ninety-three provinces, and after watching Luke get out of the car, he sighed helplessly, but he could only quickly turn around and leave.

Daniel has been in Paris for so long, and he has come into contact with too many people in taxis, all kinds of things.

He knows that people who are too curious will cool down very quickly.

Daniel is also very clear about his position, he never thinks he will be a big man, and he is not that interested.

So, he can drive a taxi and be happy.

Daniel can only pray for this generous rich man, like that...... You can win another 1,000 euros.

Luke carried his backpack and did not rush forward, but directly bought a gray-black hooded sweatshirt, an ordinary gray-black denim pants, and a pair of ordinary sneakers in front of a supermarket that discounted and cleared out-of-season clothes, which did not add up to a hundred euros.

Of course, don't expect quality and style at this price.

He also asked the clerk to help him bring out two bottles of mineral water and some chocolates.

He didn't enter the small supermarket during the whole process, and of course he wasn't caught on surveillance.

Then, he used his sensitive sense of smell again, and slowly found a place following the scent of the cars in the air.

Looking at an abandoned construction site in the distance, he quietly found a hidden corner in a piece of construction waste and stayed.

He got off the plane at a little after three o'clock, and it was almost four o'clock when he got out of the airport to take a taxi to the city, and it was almost five o'clock when he found an express hotel to hang out.

Amanda and Kim, two girls who were found to have been taken away outside the apartment, followed them all the way here, and the time was already past six o'clock.

In Paris in January, it will get dark after a maximum of an hour, and within two hours, the night will cover most of the things.

He was not in a hurry, and slowly changed out all the clothes on his body, including his shoes.

There are also large masks and thin gloves that you always have in your backpack, so you can wear them when you move.

Fifteen minutes later, he checked several auxiliary equipment on his body and made preparations.

Eventually, he solved his physical problems in a remote corner of the ruins, where there was a large smell of excrement, and it was clear that many people had done the same thing here.

After that, he went back to the hidden corner, found a plank and put it on the ground, sat quietly, drank a little water, and thought about it.

After a long time, Luke put on a hood and a mask, stuffed his backpack into the corner, and then moved a piece of construction waste of more than 200 catties next to him to cover it, and got up and left the corner.

At this moment, it was close to seven o'clock, the sky was gray, and a light rain was faintly drifting.

Luke took a deep breath of cold, damp air on his back and exhaled it slowly.

With the action of exhaling, he slowly lowered his head, and the night when the light rain fell became cold and solemn.

In the evening of a drizzle of less than five degrees Celsius, not many people want to wander outside, even those young people who have nothing to do.

Two hundred meters away from the camp, Luke turned on the electronic detection and alert function of the fake mobile phone, and slowly touched forward with various buildings and debris.

It used to be a construction site, but apparently nothing had been built, and now it is occupied by a group of men with fierce faces, who do not look like serious people.

Smelling the disgusting bodily fluids wafting through the air, Luke's face sank.

Since the light rain fell, now the sky has basically darkened, and the figure of a person one or twenty meters away seems blurred.

Luke stood outside the tin fence and took a deep breath.

A moment later, he deftly jumped to his feet, stomped on an abandoned car, and jumped over the tin fence and into the construction site.

He was now empty-handed, hurrying along the clutter of objects and dilapidated sheds to a prefabricated house in the center.

There, there is the smell of banknotes and guns, and there are quite a few of them.

Maybe it's because this is their lair, there are so many of them, and the guards outside the board house just hide under the eaves, and the two of them chat and smoke cigarettes, and they don't patrol at all.

Luke smelled the guns from them, walked around the side of the board room, and strangled a man's neck with a slight force.

At the same time, he slammed his fist on the door of the other person's face, causing his entire face to dent, and he pulled him back as he fell backwards.

Luke fumbled with both hands for a moment, got two guns, but found no spare magazines, and without further delay, he hurried around to the other side, where there was a window.

The two guns in Luke's hands were raised without any hesitation.

Bang bang! Bang bang! Bang bang!

Three double clicks, directly killing the three people inside at the table.

Before the bodies of all three people in the house could completely fall, Luke smashed through the window and rushed in.

Grabbing a UZI and a spare magazine from a drawer at his desk, he pushed the door open and walked out of the house.

This is the office where the leader is, and there are at least tens of thousands of dollars in cash in that drawer just now.

If something happens here, the thugs with guns around will inevitably come immediately.

Luke made a difference in time, and before the thugs around him could rush back, he scurried into a pile of broken machinery more than ten meters away.

Standing in the shadow of the pile of machinery, his face was gloomy, and his eyes did not move, but used his afterglow to quickly lock on to the direction where there was movement.

Two, three, five, seven, eleven, thirteen, seventeen!

With the addition of the five people killed by him, the number of armed thugs here has reached twenty-two.

He didn't strike right away, but continued to wait.

watched the first few people who ran in enter the office board room, and then yelled quickly.

In the camp, five more people ran out of the camp in several places.

Twenty-seven!

It should be almost!

As the people in the house screamed, so did the crowd that came from the outside of the house, and they gathered twelve people near the door, and three people inside the house.

With a flick of his wrist, Luke raised UZI in his hand.

Puff puff puff!

He slightly lowered the rate of fire, and emptied the thirty-round magazine at a constant speed, but within the sweeping range, a small half of the twelve people outside the house fell in an instant.

Five!

Luke wasn't too surprised.

UZI he hardly used, and it was good enough to be able to hit five people.

QUICKLY SWAPPING OUT UZI'S MAGAZINE AND HANGING IT AT HIS SIDE, HE PULLED OUT THE M1911 FROM HIS WAIST.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Three double clicks, the three dodges flew out, and Luke's cat waist began to shift.

Reality is not a shootout movie, standing stupidly in place and many people are looking for death.

Luke only flew out more than ten meters, and there was a burst of gunshots, and the other party began to shoot back at the position he had just had.

Quietly moving more than ten meters, standing in the shadowy corner of these people for a moment, the gun in his hand was raised again.

Syllable! Syllable!

The two guys who were too low-quality and stood in the open space and shot were beaten into the street again.

(Someone always asks for the title of the film, although a lot of it is correct in this chapter, and I feel that it is redundant to say it again, but I hereby remind you that there are films involved in the work, which are usually updated after the plot begins.) I won't mention it in the text. Readers with obsessive-compulsive disorder can go to the work to see it. This paragraph does not count towards the main text)