my beauty world

Chapter 401 Paris is Burning and Joan of Arc's Judgment

Returning to the art shop, resting for a while, when the sky brightened, Ronan immediately called Jess and Ilsa who had just arrived, and made corresponding preparations based on the situation they got last night.

The cobra stares at Joan of Arc, and the Abyss Creator Snake Queen wants to suck Joan's pure blood.

Ronan is eyeing both sides at the same time!
Ilsa talked about the strike and the progress of the 93rd province.

Ronan said directly: "Spread the news of Joan's awakening underground in Paris. Since the cobras want Joan's blood, let them take the initiative."

He turned to the strike again: "Mobilize as many people as possible from the 93 provinces to enter the urban area of ​​Paris. Once there are more blacks, it will be difficult to think about it."

Ilsa added: "Most of the bottom workers in many industries in Paris are black."

Jess chimed in, "And then I'm going to cause chaos?"

This is her job, and she does it with ease.

Ronan reminded: "Be careful."

After discussing some other matters, the three left separately.

Ronan contacts Assassin again.

As an ally, you must use what you can.

Like Comrade Turning off the Lights, an anti-aircraft weapon.

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With the arrival of the new year, Paris began to be in turmoil.

On the car of the Security Bureau, the driver kept honking his horn, but the crowd gathered didn't seem to hear it, and they didn't give way at all.

Lawrence, the curator of the Louvre, saw more and more people gathering on the Champs-Elysees Avenue, and said to Gerald next to him, "How about we take a detour?"

Gerald said to the driver, "Go around this section."

The driver is already making preparations. After contacting the relevant personnel of the Security Bureau, he said: "It may take a long detour. According to the traffic department, it starts from the Arc de Triomphe in the west and ends at Place de la Bastille in the east. It is almost blocked by strikers."

Gerald nodded.

Many government agencies in France, such as the Elysee Palace, are concentrated in this area.

Lawrence frowned: "Why are you on strike again?"

Just after finishing speaking, the phone rang, and after answering the call, the brows that were already knit into a pimple, said very helplessly: "Many employees of the Louvre announced a formal strike and took to the streets to participate in the parade. "

Thinking of the glorious traditions of Paris, Gerald lost confidence in the personnel of the Security Bureau stationed in the Louvre, so he quickly made a phone call: "Sophie, calm down the staff and tell them that after this period of time, I will They're taking time off, they're already asking their superiors for a raise."

Sophie said: "Our people are temporarily stable, and the departure of the Louvre staff has no effect on us."

Gerald hung up the phone and looked out of the car window. The strike crowd gathered more and more, as if a general strike in many industries was about to start.

As the car sped along, he saw the signs of trade unions in railroads, highways, airlines, retail, education, health and energy.

Then there is a large black mass!

On the one hand, there are many people, and on the other hand, the proportion of black skin among the strikers is extremely high.

Lawrence whispered, "Paris, it's really getting dark."

Gerald sees it more clearly than him: "We lack low-level labor, and the cost of black people is low."

Lawrence saw a large number of old blacks holding up strike signs outside the car window: "They learn quickly, and they will not be low after a long time."

Gerald was speechless, the appeal of Paris was too strong.

Strikes were originally dominated by low-level workers. In the current situation in France, many of the low-level workers are immigrants.

As the car drove past, Lawrence felt more and more clearly that Paris had really turned black!

After a long detour, Gerald and Lawrence finally arrived at the Louvre.

Entering the exhibition hall through the front door of the glass pyramid, Gerald saw Sophie coming up, and warned: "There is going to be a general strike in Paris, guard the Louvre, and don't let the strike affect the saint."

It should be the time for the official strike. There was an uproar in the square in front of the Louvre Museum and the avenue in front of the gate, and all kinds of noises spread into the exhibition hall.

Sophie was worried about the saint, so she arranged for the manpower and said, "I'll accompany the saint."

Gerald nodded: "Go, tell the saint, it will be over soon."

Sophie passed through a secret door and went down the stairs to the underground palace. Facing the glass pyramid, she found Joan of Arc sitting on the magic crystal bed.

Joan of Arc's pure and holy face was filled with disgust: "I smell the stench of a large number of heretics!"

Sophie reassured: "There are some public events in Paris recently, and they will pass in a few days."

Joan of Arc sat on the crystal, but did not speak, making it impossible to guess what she was thinking.

After a while, she suddenly said: "I feel the malice from heretics!"

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In the Printemps department store in Paris, a group of people in black combat uniforms went up to the roof.

The leader, Dr. Bald, has his entire head wrapped in a black helmet, with only his eyes, nose and mouth exposed.

The same black cloak was blown by the wind and fluttered behind his back, making him look like an oversized bat.

Standing on a high place, looking around, the 1st and 2nd districts of Paris are full of people.

Let alone 20 people.

The bald doctor looked around and asked, "Flender, where is the Queen of the Snake?"

Flender said in a low voice: "Doctor, when the Queen of Snake came up, I saw an agreeable salesman in a luxury store, and grabbed him up, and he was at the corner of the stairs..."

The bald doctor was very helpless, without Joan of Arc's pure blood, the Snake Queen would not be of much use, and said, "It's still early, wait a little longer."

The Snake Warriors of the Red Guards were assembling rope-shooting guns, and number 23 among them activated the signal transmitter hidden in the body armor again.

The bald doctor stared at the Louvre, and said: "Flander, according to the news you have received, Joan of Arc is hidden in the underground palace of the Louvre. If this plan is achieved, I will ask for credit for you, and I believe the great Holy Lord will do the same." Give you strength and let you be promoted to earl."

Flender was full of fanaticism: "For the Holy Return!"

The bald doctor heard the man's low roar, and said to Flender: "Notify our people, let the people below be in chaos, and attract the attention of the French official forces."

Friend immediately radioed: "Create a riot!"

If you choose to do it today, once there is chaos, the strikers alone will cause headaches for the French officials.

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The junction of the 18th and 19th arrondissements, the Montmartre building.

Turning off the lights with a new hairstyle, wearing a neat suit, standing on the roof platform, staring at the north.

In Paris, which lacks skyscrapers, the Montmartre tower is already the tallest building in the north.

Turn off the lights and occupy the commanding heights, just to wait for the French fighters.

Saint-Dizier Air Force Base is located in the north of Paris. It has the most advanced French Rafale fighter jets and Mirage 2000. Once Paris needs air support, the plane must come from Saint-Dizier Air Force Base.

Here, it is enough to turn off the lights to control the situation in the sky.

"Come on, Frenchman! Come on, NATO fighter." Turn off the light and whisper softly: "Come quickly! Let me follow Ronan's first battle and achieve brilliant results!"

The sky was blue, cloudless, and there were no planes.

Turning off the lights and looking at the roads of the 1th and [-]th arrondissements, the vehicles converged into a river and were heading towards the [-]st arrondissement in central Paris.

In the car, most of them are young and strong black people.

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To the north of the Louvre, the Comédie Française is separated by squares and roads.

On this marble building with a history of more than 300 years, there are two very ordinary people standing.

Ronan and Ilsa stood on the top of the building, not looking at the Louvre. Instead, like the people on the top of other buildings, they enjoyed another general strike in Paris with great interest.

Ilsa looked back, left, and right: "There are 10,000+ people gathered in the first district alone."

Ronan still has the eyes of ravens in the sky, and said: "More people are still rushing over, and most of the gangsters in the 93 provinces have been mobilized."

Ilsa stared at the darkness below the street, and couldn't help saying: "There are so many black people!"

Ronan nodded: "The streets are all dyed black."

Ilsa added: "If they are allowed to expand wantonly, the whole world will turn black."

She made no secret of her opinion: "Those black people from Africa are like orangutans in heat. They have no sense of responsibility and shame. They run away after sowing the seeds. Their genes are particularly contaminating. Basically black."

In front of Ilsa, Ronan naturally said whatever he thought of: "Even so, there are still people who are charming."

"Mei Hei?" Ilsa felt incredible: "Is the head of Mei Hei filled with water?"

She remembered the communication with Jess: "Jess's ability is aimed at spiritual consciousness. She told me that the spiritual consciousness of most black people is easy to break through. It doesn't take much effort to stir up their chaotic emotions and make them manic. Violent and insane."

The agents of chaos have already mixed into the streets of Paris. Looking at the black people all over the streets, Ronan suddenly had a feeling, will the 1st arrondissement of Paris become Manhattan?
Ilsa asked: "There is no movement on the other side?"

Knowing that she was asking about the Spring Department Store, Ronan activated his mind's eye, switched to the perspective of the high-altitude raven, and said, "Not yet, we should wait for the chaos below."

The two snake warriors controlled by Jess have signal positioning, and Ronan can clearly understand Dr. Bald's movements.

Like here, Cobra wants to take advantage of the Paris strike.

Ronan leaned against the stone pillar behind, like a melon-eating crowd watching the excitement: "Let's watch a good show first."

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Surrounding the Elysee Palace and the Champs Elysees, the crowds became more and more crowded.

The roads and squares in nearby neighborhoods were full of people.

The Paris police were on the verge of an enemy, and a large number of riot police were deployed to guard the strike crowd.

Although the news of the series of strikes in various industries was obtained in advance, like countless previous strikes, the French authorities and the Paris City Hall were powerless to stop them.

They come several times a year, maybe they are used to it.

Anti-riot police armed with shields lined up in front of the Louvre Square.

The two security police officers, Victor and Hugo, who were transferred from the 17th district, hid behind the shield wall, talking in a low voice, and looked at the temporary boss behind them from time to time.

It was an old police officer from District [-], with a police rank two ranks higher than them, staring at the black cleaners and maintenance workers of the railway company opposite, with a relaxed expression.

In most cases of strikes, workers are relatively easy to communicate with.

It's all about salary after all.

Both sides are part-timers, so why make things difficult for each other?

There are too many strikes involved, and it has just begun, and most workers are calm.

The police are used to strikes, and they are used to strikes.

Stop work if you have nothing to do, take a parade in the street, you can not only enjoy the scenery, but also exercise your body, and also show your sense of presence.

As the number continued to increase, more and more blacks showed up.

Sabali led a group of his men from the west near the Arc de Triomphe and turned into the Champs-Elysées.

They were all wearing spacious old overcoats, and there was a clatter of bottles as they walked.

Dozens of people stuffed Molotov cocktails into the modified inner pockets of their coats.

Entering the commercial area, the luxuriously decorated boutique shops on the roadside attracted them to drool constantly.

Kamara muttered: "Chanel! Duoluo has always wanted a bottle of Chanel perfume..."

Sabali is clear-headed: "The things here, we can't sell much if we get them. Go to the gold watch shop in front. Rolex is easy to sell. Hard currency on the black market!"

A group of people followed the crowd to the vicinity of the Rolex store and did not leave.

The store door was closed, and the anti-theft door was pulled down.

Sabali turned his head to look: "Where is Mane? Where did Mane go?"

"It was still there when I got off the bus, where did it go?" Kamala looked at the people on the street, black people everywhere, and said, "Maybe they were scattered."

Sabali looked at the explosion-proof police not far away: "When will the chaos happen?"

boom--

It looked like something had exploded, not like a bomb, more like an incendiary bomb.

The extra-large kind!

"Boss, look!" Kamala pointed in the direction of the Elysee Palace.

Sabali has seen it.

Flames sprang up there, and smoke rose into the sky.

The screams and various chaotic sounds came over!

The street, which was originally orderly, suddenly became chaotic.

boom -

On the fourth floor of a nearby mall, a flame was lit, and flames and smoke billowed out.

The streets are becoming more and more chaotic.

"The Malians! The Malians are attacking!" A black man pointed across the street: "Boss, over there!"

When Sabali turned his head, he saw a dozen black people swinging their bats and smashing the glass of a car. Someone jumped in, lit the car on fire, and drove madly towards a jewelry store on the side of the road!

Boom!

The car hits the security door.

Sabali knew several of them, people from the Mali gang in the 93 province!

There was chaos on the street, and he yelled, "Do it!"

Kamala was the first to take out the Molotov cocktail, lit it and smashed it on the shop door, and the flames burst into flames.

When the fire came together, the black people from Senegal were more excited than taking medicine, and they lit the Molotov cocktails one after another.

At the east end of the Champs-Elysées, Duncan, who couldn't find Essien, saw many fires on the street, when would he wait if he didn't do something now?
On this famous street, there are at least a dozen immigrant gangs, scrambling to fight.

When there are many people, riots are contagious!
Especially black people everywhere.

The entire Champs Elysees is in chaos.

The restless emotions spread much faster than the plague.

A column of smoke rose from the Champs-Elysees Avenue, and various chaotic sounds sounded, and the people at the Louvre were about to move.

The old police officer hurriedly asked for help, and at the same time, he was going to send someone to negotiate with the other party, trying to delay it.

He glanced at Victor and Hugo, the policemen from District 17.

There is a chain of contempt between the districts, and the police between the districts naturally have a chain of contempt. The old man called people over: "Take your people over there, talk to them, and say that the government is coordinating, and it will be done soon." Give them a satisfactory answer."

Victor is not stupid: "Now the past..."

The old man became serious: "This is an order!"

Victor looked at the smoking Champs Elysees, and then at the workers on the opposite side, it was still orderly.

He could only make a gesture to Hugo, and led a dozen subordinates, and walked over there bravely.

Victor and Hugo deliberately opened their hands for the workers to see, to show no malice.

Gradually approaching, a black leader among the workers asked loudly, "What are you doing here?"

"We want to talk to you..."

Before Hugo finished speaking, several voices behind the black man suddenly shouted: "The police shot and fired tear gas on the Champs-Elysees Avenue. They want to violently suppress us black people! Brothers, let them see us Black Power, I stand with the Confederates!"

The black people immediately became agitated, roaring like chimpanzees being provoked, and their faces became extremely ferocious.

"Follow me!" The leading black waved his hand, and he was about to lead people towards the policemen like Victor and Hugo.

Victor reacted super fast, with his hands on the belt around his waist, his movements were clean and neat like a superhuman!
He untied his armed belt, tore off the armband and badge, took off his French police cap, threw it on the ground, and shouted: "Brothers, we are not here to embarrass you, we are here to join you! I don't care about the reward." Satisfied! Dissatisfied with too little off work! Dissatisfied with the working environment! We are here to participate in the strike!"

Hugo and Victor have been partners for many years, and he quickly greeted his subordinates: "Quick! We are here to strike!"

More than a dozen subordinates realized at the same time that they also have the right to strike!Immediately, someone followed suit, untied their armed belts, tore off their armbands and police badges, threw off their police caps, and yelled: "We want to strike! We want to strike!"

The leading Negro said, "See, brothers? Our cause is just!"

These black people no longer cared about Victor and Hugo, and rushed towards the shield wall in front of the square.

Victor led his men to get out of the way and get behind the crowd.

Suddenly, a dozen people stared blankly, seeing these black people as an eyesore, and remembered what black people did in Paris.

Robbery, health, theft, murder...

All the heinous bastards!

All be damned!

Victor took out the pistol hidden under his arm, aimed at a black man at random, and pulled the trigger!

bang bang bang-

The sound of gunshots came to mind, blood bloomed, and the black man fell down!
Hugo and others also drew their guns and shot one after another, and seven or eight black people fell to the ground for a while.

Many black people turned their heads and rushed towards them. Their ferocious faces were no different from angry chimpanzees in the African jungle.

Victor and the others shot wildly. There were too many blacks rushing in, too close to each other, and none of their guns missed.

When the bullets were empty, they did not flinch, threw away the empty guns, took out their batons, and fought with black people who were more than ten times larger than themselves!

Those unarmed blacks, like wild beasts, rushed up, scratched with their nails, bit with their mouths, and became even more crazy after seeing the blood.

A dozen people were quickly overwhelmed by the Kuroshio!

The raging black tide rushed towards the shield wall.

The old man acted decisively, ordered the firing of tear gas, and used rubber bullets.

But the Kuroshio is like crazy, and it will never stop until it breaks the dam!
Suddenly, the anti-riot police rushed up with red eyes, brandishing batons and fighting the strikers.

The people behind finished firing rubber bullets, and some were equipped with bullet magazines, and they fired again and again after changing the bullet magazines.

Bullets on blacks, on strikers, on riot cops in the back!

The old man took out his pistol and shot indiscriminately. Several nearby subordinates were shot down one by one by him!
Then, he opened his mouth, put the muzzle of the gun in his mouth, and smashed the back of his head with a bang!
Parked on the explosion-proof armored vehicle in the square, the cannon was flattened and flames spewed out!

dong dong dong-

One by one, the body exploded, and the stumps and internal organs flew all over the sky!

The square in front of the Louvre was completely chaotic, and everyone fell into confusion and madness.

On a nearby building, a woman wearing a clown mask seems to be moving with the wind, drifting towards the Champs Elysees.

Wherever she went, everyone around her went crazy, attacking everyone around her, looting anything of value, and setting fire to all combustibles.

Gunshots rang out, flames rose, and screams continued.

Jess entered the Champs-Elysées, a commercial street that was already full of porridge, and fell into extreme madness and chaos.

The Molotov cocktail exploded, the raging fire spread, and some lunatics drove the burning car to hit the Arc de Triomphe!

Chaos spread quickly, spreading throughout District 1 in no time.

Paris is burning!

Thousands of red halos shot towards the art store in the fourth district like lightning.

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The sound of gunfire and machine guns spread into the underground of the Louvre.

Joan of Arc suddenly opened her eyes: "What happened outside?"

"The strike turned into a riot." Sophie was not flustered, because riots caused by strikes often happened in Paris.

Joan of Arc had a feeling: "Pagans are attacking Paris! They are destroying and killing wildly, Paris is burning..."

Sophie said: "The authorities are prepared."

Joan of Arc stood up: "I am Joan of Arc. Under the gift of God, I am transformed into the sword of France to resist and kill all the enemies of France, all the enemies of the Lord!"

She grabbed it with her left hand, and the flagpole of the white iris flag was tightly held in her hand!

Pull the right hand horizontally, and the holy sword Durandar bestowed by the Lord of Light shines with golden light!

Sophie wanted to stop her: "Saint!"

Before she finished speaking, Joan of Arc turned into a golden light and shadow, passed through the underground passage, passed through the glass pyramid, and rose to the top of the pyramid in Napoleon Square!

The brave girl stands on the glass pyramid, shining under the sunlight!
Joan saw it, saw everything in the square, saw everything on the road, and saw the center of Paris engulfed in flames!

Also saw heretics on a rampage of killing, destruction and arson!

The dirty heretics and the crazy black tide disgusted her to the extreme!

Joan of Arc never minded killing for France!
The white iris flag fluttered in the wind, and the endless sunlight fell on it, dyeing the flag golden.

Joan of Arc's powerful perception ability was activated, sensing every black pagan on the square and the road in front of the square.

"ruling!"

Joan of Arc held up the flag in her left hand!

The golden light gathered by the fleur-de-lis flag shot out into the sky, and each ray of light was like a golden arrow, shooting at one black heretic after another!

In the blink of an eye, thousands of black people's heads were opened, their brains flowed out, and they died unexpectedly!

　It's the end of the month, and the brothers who have monthly tickets in their hands will give a few, thank you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)