The Glorious Summoner

Seeing Gabriel's dazed look, Xia Ping'an smiled slightly, put down his knife and fork, and gently wiped the corners of his mouth, "Now in Paris, there are not many restaurants where you can eat foie gras and truffles. By the way, there is also this bottle of Romance. Nikon, please sit down!"

Gabriel finally reacted, leaning slightly, and then came to Xia Pingan to sit down and said cautiously, "We already know the situation of the BG gang. It is amazing and outstanding. The result is better than we expected! "

　　 "Your intelligence is a bit lagging, and almost made a big mistake. The bodyguard Saron next to O'Neill is already a quasi-summoner with three foundation-building boundary beads!"

"Sorry!" Gabriel said immediately with an apologetic expression. "This is our omission. We really don't know that Saron has merged the boundary beads. It is difficult for our organization to grasp the current situation of the boundary beads flowing underground in Paris. The gangster, it is possible to get the boundary beads from many channels!"

　　 "Fortunately, even the prospective summoner can't resist the bullet, the mission is finally completed!" Xia Ping'an nodded, "Did you bring the BG gang site over these two days?"

"After the deaths of O'Neill and Saron, the BG gang fell apart. The small leaders in the gang started fighting. Their infighting spread to the territory of our People’s Front and injured our people. So just yesterday, we The People’s Front’s **** had to take over the square building, wiped out part of the BG gang’s recalcitrant force, disarmed the BG gang, expelled the remaining members of the BG gang from our territory, and rescued a lot of them. The women in prostitution controlled by them have confiscated some drugs, and the law and order in the neighborhood has been greatly improved, and there are fewer cancer cells in this city!" Gabriel said very satisfied, "You know what you killed that night. How many people did BG help?"

　　 "No count!"

　　 "A total of 37, with the exception of O'Neill and Saron, the important backbone of the BG Gang suffered heavy losses, and the rest were panic. That's why we took the BG Gang site at a small price!"

"Well, I saw it when I came. The BG Gang logo on the square building has been removed. The mouse should stay in the sewer. It would be wrong to run into the street!" Xia Ping'an nodded, and he took it. Another reason for business alone is that the **** provided by BG is actually a scourge. No matter where it goes, the **** will not bring prosperity and stability, but will only make people's lives increasingly difficult.

"This is a little thank you, three kilograms of gold!" Gabriel said, and put the suitcase with gold on the table, opened it, and it was full of gold bars. Xia Ping'an took a look. On the gold bars, there is also the mark of the Central Bank of France.

3000 grams of gold, converted into Yuanqiu World’s gold coins, is less than 100 gold coins. This little money is not enough to eat a meal in the Immortal City. Forget it, a penny is really hard to die a hero, when there is no money. , A gold coin can be fatal, Xia Ping'an smiled, did not look at the gold coins in the suitcase, just nodded, indicating that he had accepted it.

　　 "In the future, you will be the VIP of our restaurant. No matter when you visit, you can enjoy the best service and free meals here!" Gabriel continued.

"Thanks!"

　　 "This is our pleasure!"

　　 "It just so happens, I want to ask you something!"

　　 Gabriel's face was whole, and he sat up straight, "Say please!"

　　 "Who are the butcher and Sasha?" Xia Pingan asked.

　　 Gabriel's brows jumped, as if thinking of something, "Did they provoke you?"

　　 "No, I'll just ask!" Xia Ping An took a sip of red wine.

"These two people are not easy to mess with. The butcher is an underground weapons smuggler in Paris. He controls the largest underground munitions warehouse in Paris. It is very well-connected. Sasha is the boss of the largest gang in Paris. The two are now uniting with the 11th arrondissement. The Chinese community is at war. The Doomsday gang occupies most of the third and tenth districts adjacent to the 11th district. There are more than 3,000 gang members. We have just received the news. Recently, the butcher and Sasha are uniting other coveted Chinese in the 11th district. The gang of wealth and resources is ready for a big action!"

　　 "The largest underground munitions warehouse?" Xia Pingan licked his lips, her eyes flashed, and gently rubbed his chin, "Sounds great, do you know where their munitions warehouse is?"

Gabriel suddenly laughed. "You don't mean to rob? The butcher's underground warehouse is in the warehouse of the Paris East train station in the third arrondissement. There is the butcher's site. There are thousands of people under the butcher. He is now Operate the Paris East Station like a fortress, and the Butcher himself is a powerful summoner, already in the ternary realm..."

　　 "Any pictures of the butcher and Sasha?"

"Wait a minute!" Gabriel left the room, and returned to the room seven or eight minutes later, placing two photos that seemed to have just been printed out in front of Xia Ping'an. "This is the butcher, this is Sasha. ..."

　　 The butcher in the photo is a fat man with red hair, wearing a few jeweled rings, playing on the golf course.

　　Sasha is a black man with his hair dyed green, with a nose ring, and his personal style is similar to that of O'Neill.

　　 "Oh, yes, thank you! Today's foie gras and red wine are very good, thanks for the hospitality, I will leave!" Xia Pingan said, putting away the photos, lifting the box with gold at his feet, and was ready to leave.

　　 "The current communication facilities in Paris are seriously damaged. If we need your help, how can we contact you?"

　　 Xia Ping'an smiled slightly, "When I come to eat!"

　　……

　　 Gabriel personally sent Xia Pingan out of the door of the restaurant, and when he saw Xia Pingan get on a Citroen without a license plate but some years old, he disappeared before his eyes for a moment.

　　 It is good for them to have such a terrifying assassin staring at the butcher and Sasha.

　　 Xia Ping drove the car, and with a move of his hand, he received the box containing the gold into his space warehouse.

　　 After eating this meal at the ChezTerroir restaurant, the power limit of the secret mandala has increased by dozens of points, and a new magic skill has been mastered.

　　The heart moved again, the Fushen boy had already jumped out of the secret mandala, the Fushen boy smiled and jumped on Xia Ping'an's shoulders.

　　 "Go to explore the way and see what good things are in that arms warehouse?" Xia Ping'an said to Fushen Boy.

　　 The figure of the blessing **** boy disappeared in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, the blessing **** boy appeared near the eastern train station in the third arrondissement of Paris.

　　 The streets near the Paris East Railway Station are full of fortresses built on the side of the street. Gang members with weapons have also set up roadblocks nearby, and vehicles must be checked, which looks impenetrable.

　　 The butcher’s munitions warehouse was in the underground warehouse of the railway station, and was quickly found by the Fushen Boy.

　　 Xia Ping'an was startled when he saw the things in the warehouse.

　　……

After more than an hour, Xia Ping’an came to the Paris East Railway Station in the third district. He just cast himself a very simple illusion of beacon playing with lords, covering up his figure, as if entering the land of no one. , Under the eyes of countless butchers, calmly, calmly, swaggering, walked from the square outside the train station, passed through a few guarded roadblocks and the two-story guards entering the train station hall, and finally came to the arms warehouse. Outside the door.

　　The illusion of playing the princes in the flames is a child's trick in front of a powerful summoner, but in front of these ordinary people, it is extremely powerful, and ordinary people can't find any abnormalities at all.

At the door of the warehouse, there were four guards holding guns, one on his neck and one palm. After knocking out the four people easily, Xia Ping took out the key to the warehouse door from one person, opened the warehouse directly, and walked in. .

　　 The dark barrels of a few Leopard tanks were pointed at the warehouse door.

In addition to tanks, all kinds of munitions are almost full of more than 10,000 square meters of warehouses. Judging from the boxes and packaging of those munitions, most of them are materials from the French military and from the European army. The standard sophisticated weapons may be things that the military forgot to take when they evacuated, and some were obtained from other channels, scattered and varied.

There are hundreds of boxes of 　　 Cloud Burst Grenades.

　　 Various other weapons and ammunition are dazzling.

What made Xia Ping'an happy the most was that he actually saw boxes of high-end French red wine, cigars, and all kinds of food materials that are most in short supply in Paris at the moment, such as caviar, ham, cheese, etc. In this warehouse, these materials add up. There are also several large trucks.

　　 Sure enough, eating black is the shortest way to get rich.

　　 Xia walked safely in the warehouse, and between waving hands, the things in the warehouse disappeared one by one...

　　……

The monitoring room of the train station~www.readwn.com~ A bald young man who was sitting in the monitoring room drinking coffee turned his head and glanced at the monitoring screen, his eyes widened, and with a pop, the coffee in his mouth suddenly disappeared. Squirted out.

　　 The bald head rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then he couldn't help yelling, "Head..."

　　 "What's wrong?" A greasy white man looking at a beauty magazine raised his head and muttered.

　　 "Damn... the warehouse... the things in the warehouse... are disappearing..."

　　 "What nonsense are you talking about..."

　　 The monitoring screen was facing the warehouse, and I saw the things in the warehouse, like a trick, disappearing in the blockbuster.

　　 There is no one in the warehouse, but things are dwindling rapidly, just like a magician conjures a trick.

　　 I took another look at the monitor at the gate of the warehouse, and saw that the gate of the warehouse had been opened. The four guarding the gate had fallen at the gate, and the gun fell to the ground.

　　 The greasy white man who rushed over saw this scene and called out, his face pale in fright, and he pressed the alarm button with his trembling hand.

　　 For an instant, the harsh sirens rang through the east train station in Paris, and countless people were alarmed.

Xia Pingan also heard the alarm, but he didn't care, waved gently, put away the last things like red wine and cigars in the warehouse, and left the warehouse. From start to finish, he was like an invisible person... …

　　 A few minutes later, the entire Paris East Railway Station was completely in chaos...