my beauty world

Chapter 53 The Flower of Sin
After the plane landed, Ronan went through the customs smoothly. After completing the formalities, he bought winter clothes at the airport store and changed into them. He came out of Charles de Gaulle Airport and got into a taxi outside the terminal.

Coming from the hot Colombia to the cold Paris is somewhat uncomfortable.

The driver asked in French: "Where are you going?"

Ronan already has a target: "The Tenth District, Paradise Street."

"Ah, Paradise Street." The driver was a little surprised, thinking that he was too anxious, and went to the red light district right after he arrived?Asked: "Aren't you going to the hotel?"

Ronan flipped through the tourist map bought at the airport and carefully studied the Parisian neighborhoods: "Go to Paradise Street first."

The driver didn't ask any more questions, and immediately started the car to get on the viaduct.

During the interrogation of French Big Nose, Ronan got a lot of information, but what really pointed to the core was limited.

The Obia Group is a formal large group company in France, involving tourism, water affairs, and chemical raw materials industries. The really dirty business is naturally operated in the dark.

A few years ago, they controlled the Albanian gang in Paris, and all the shady freight and storage were handed over to the Albanian gang.

In case of an incident, the Albanians will naturally take the lead.

Since the beginning of the new millennium, Albania has been nicknamed the European Evil Flower.

This country is located on the famous powder keg of the Balkan Peninsula. Due to history and many other reasons, the economy has collapsed. Young people have flocked to European developed countries to seek a way out. Many of them have received military training, and they naturally formed gangs.

Their main business is human trafficking, selling women cheated or abducted from Eastern Europe to various organizations, and even using drugs to control women and run related industries by themselves.

Because the organization of the same region and preliminary military training personnel is much stricter than that of ordinary gangs, the Obia Group chose to support the Albanian gang.

The factory that Ronan destroyed on Billena Island was just a raw material extraction factory at the end of an industrial chain.

According to the French big nose, this huge industrial chain involves freight, storage, gangsters, raw material companies, cosmetics companies, French government departments, and many high-end customers.

Big Nose is just a small figure in the industry chain, and has not even had direct contact with the Albanian gang.

The information he provided to Ronan was that the tenth arrondissement is also the famous red-light district in Paris, and most of the Eastern European stumbles in it are controlled by the Albanian gang.

As long as there is a clue, Ronan can dig along the line.

The driver drove the car and said, "Over there in the tenth district, they are all on the street. I have better ones here. There are professional brokers who can customize according to your taste."

"No, thank you." Ronan looked at the map.

Find the headquarters of Obia, which is in the [-]th district of Paris, not far from Grandma Xiang's headquarters.

Ronan had limited knowledge of these two companies, but it was not difficult to collect more information when he arrived in Paris.

When it got dark, the taxi entered the tenth arrondissement.

The transportation here is convenient, there are many immigrants, and the order is relatively chaotic. The most famous one is the street girl.

When he arrived at Paradise Street, Ronan paid and got off the bus. Because he was proficient in French, he could read, write, and listen. He looked at the sign and walked eastward.

After passing an intersection, the house became low, and there were many women with heavy makeup standing on the side of the road.

Ronan pulled up the zipper of his leather jacket, made a slight distinction, and walked towards a young woman with blonde hair and black stockings.

The Eastern European faces are easy to recognize, and they are obviously different from the French.

As soon as the woman saw the business, she immediately took a few steps towards Ronan, with raised eyebrows, pulled off the fake fur coat, revealing a large snow-white area under the short skirt, and asked in unfamiliar French, "Do you want to play?"

Luo Nanping waded through Tijuana Customs Street, it was just a trivial matter: "How to play?"

The woman moved closer: "30 euros, standard service."

Ronan looked around, looked at the parked cars and people standing around, and said nonsense, "Standard service? What are the standard services?"

"Do you want to play?" The smile on the woman's face faded: "If you play, follow me."

Ronan deliberately said: "If you don't make it clear, how do you play? Let me ask you first, what are the specific services? I'm leaving with you, and there will be no services I want by then. How do you calculate the temporary price increase?"

The woman lost her smile: "If you don't want to play, go away."

Ronan said: "Playing, I just want to ask about the service, you don't want to be specific..."

The woman was very helpless, and Ronan kept pestering her, causing several people who came to ask the price to leave directly.

On the other side of the road, someone on a parked SUV noticed the situation here.

The driver's door opened, and a tall and burly Eastern European man came out.

He crossed the road, pushed Ronan away, and pointed, "You want to die?"

Ronan looked at his outstretched hand. There was a star and moon tattoo on the tiger's mouth, and the big nose was confessed. This is the symbol of an official member of the Albanian Gang.

The man stared at Ronan with a fierce look on his face: "Believe it or not, I'll kill you!"

Ronan quickly raised his hand, afraid of being beaten: "Don't! Don't do it!" He looked around, saw the people around him staring at him, and lowered his voice: "I'm leaving now!"

Xingyue Tattoo grabbed the collar: "Want to leave? You want to pay compensation."

Ronan pointed left and right: "Privately, privately..."

Xingyue Tattoo dragged Ronan, walked towards the SUV, opened the co-pilot, stuffed him in, closed the door, and got into the driver's seat: "One hundred euro compensation."

Before he finished speaking, he froze.

The USP pistol in Ronan's hand was pointing at him: "Name."

The man didn't panic: "Sommer."

Ronan nodded: "Sommer, I want to talk to your boss."

Sommer smiled sinisterly: "You'd better let me go."

Ronan didn't hesitate, grabbed the little finger of Sommer's left hand, and snapped it off with a snap.

Sommer screamed and wanted to move.

Ronan's pistol was pointed between his legs: "I'll count to three."

Without waiting for Ronan to count, Sommer started the car, turned around, and walked west along Paradise Street.

There are more than 20 brothers in the stronghold here. After passing by, we will clean up this kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth!

Ronan asked, "What's your boss' name?"

Sommer was very happy: "Marco! You haven't heard of it? Marco from Chuppaga!"

The car didn't drive very far, and stopped in front of a red door.

Sommer said, "Marco's in there."

"Fine." Ronan slammed his head on the steering wheel.

Get out of the car, and use the cover of night to jump directly onto the wall.

There is a large yard behind the red door. There are several cars parked in the yard. Four people are playing cards under the lights. Ronan's figure blends into the night. Even if he faces the person here, he doesn't notice that there is another person on the wall.

There is a two-story building behind the yard, brightly lit, and laughter and music can be heard.

Ronan jumped several times on the wall, observed the terrain, jumped up to the second floor, found a room without light, and pried open the window to get in.

There was a single bed in the room. There was a naked girl lying on the bed. Seeing the girl's long dark brown hair, Ronan hurriedly looked at her face. The girl's pupils were dilated and her face was pale.

Not Anna.

Ronan activated his spirit vision, and a green human-shaped halo floated above the girl, who had already passed away.

A few syringes were thrown by the window, and there were needle holes on the girl's forearm.

The cause of death is self-evident.

Ronan opened the door, and the opposite door was open. Under the bedside lamp, there was a blond girl lying on her back on the single bed with her head tilted to the right.

In the vision of the spirit vision, there was also a green human-shaped halo floating above the girl.

Ronan turned off his spirit vision, didn't think about it for the time being, and drew out the dagger at his waist. There was a sound from the next room, and he quietly turned the door lock.

The lights in the room were shining, and three Eastern European men were drinking, chatting and laughing loudly.

Opposite them, two naked girls twisted their bodies in a daze, and their consciousness seemed not so clear.

Ronan pushed open the door, meditated on Iron Claws, and rushed up.

"Who……"

The stout man among them hadn't even yelled when Ronan's iron fist hit him in the face. Most of his teeth fell out, and he was directly confused by the blow.

I don't know which one is Marco, Ronan didn't kill him.

A long-haired man touched the gun on the table, stretched out his hand, a dagger fell, pierced his palm, and nailed it to the table!

Ronan struck out with his left hand at the same time, and the edge of the steel-hard palm cut on the neck of the crew-haired man. Before the man could react in time, he fell to the ground and passed out.

The long-haired man wanted to take the gun with the other hand, but Ronan was much faster than him. He grabbed the handle of the dagger with his right hand and twisted it hard.

"what--"

The long-haired man screamed!

Ronan asked, "Who is Marco?"

The long-haired man was sweating from the pain, and his eyes drifted to the sides. Ronan picked up the pistol and glanced at the bullets: "I only leave Marco alive!"

"I'm Marco!" the long-haired man shouted, "I am!"

Hearing footsteps outside, Ronan held down the long-haired man's head and smashed it against the table.

The sound of footsteps approaching the second floor, Ronan walked towards the door and kicked the struggling thick man to the ground.

This happened, and the two girls were still writhing.

Their arms are densely covered with needle holes, and they have been injected many times, so they may be useless.

Ronan stood by the wall at the door of the room, just in time to see the corridor.

The sound of footsteps was dense, and many people came up.

Ronan pointed to the corridor with his left hand and silently recited "Greasy Art"!
The three soul fragments were consumed, and there was an extra layer of oil on the floor of the corridor that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

More than a dozen people ran up from downstairs with weapons in their hands.

　Ask for a recommendation ticket!Ask for a monthly pass!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)