Standalone Tokyo

Chapter 283 A Night in Paris (Part )

Paris is chaotic. This is not a fact slandered by outsiders, but the native Parisians themselves think so. Especially at night, the streets are full of demons and monsters.

But something was different in Paris tonight.

Is it particularly quiet?
No, it's very messy.

……

Daniel, sitting on the scooter, looked at the police whizzing past and cursed at them.

The streets of Paris were so restless tonight that even street flour vendors like Daniel could not live in peace. When a customer came to the door, the sound of the sirens would scare the person away.

Will this work?

This won't work!
"Madfake, what's going on tonight? I didn't hear the boss say any gangs are planning a fight?"

Daniel, the Afro-French man, complained.

As a member of the lowest food chain in the Parisian underworld, Daniel is theoretically the most well-informed.

If there is a little unrest, Daniel will get early warning from his friends or the top distributor, and then decide whether to go out to the stall tonight or hide away.

The gangsters in Paris would not deliberately harm small vendors like Daniel, because flour wholesalers need them to harvest, and the gangs protecting them need to get protection money from Daniel.

Paris police?

Sometimes the police also need people like Daniel to act as informants. When there is no mission, they are too lazy to arrest such flour retailers.

There is a lot of work to do but little pay, and even if they are caught they cannot be sentenced and can only be detained for two days before being released. They don't get any credit at all and it is really unnecessary.

Therefore, although people like Daniel cannot make a lot of money, as long as nothing unexpected happens, they don't get married or buy a house, they can still live a comfortable life.

After scolding the police, life had to go on. After Daniel calmed down, he drove his scooter to a more remote place.

Since there are many policemen running around the streets tonight, I will go to the alleys to sell my flour,

Addicted guys have a sense of smell that is better than that of a hound, and they can find the way to a place even if it is remote.

Daniel came to a quiet and dark alley. He stopped the car and turned off the engine. He sat down in a corner where there was no strong smell and shelter from the wind. Then he started smoking.

“Bang…bang…bang…bang!”

A loud bang suddenly occurred above Daniel's head, which scared him so much that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground and rolled into the smelly ditch on the side.

As a flour vendor who has been on the streets for many years but has not died yet, Daniel has his own survival experience and skills.

Daniel was startled, but instead of yelling angrily like other black people, he quickly took off his white clothes, threw it aside, and squatted next to the trash can in the alley.

The dark alley without street lights, coupled with Daniel's racial talent, made the flour vendor blend into the darkness like the best ninja.

Just as Daniel hid, a man jumped down from the third floor above his head, making a dull sound like a flour bag falling to the ground. After landing, this guy obviously had a problem with one of his legs. When he stood up, he could only use his left leg to exert force, and the other leg drooped on the ground.

Even so, he still dragged one leg and hopped towards the end of the alley like a frightened stray dog.

Then, while running, the bastard saw Daniel's scooter parked in the alley. After pausing for a moment, he changed his route without hesitation and ran towards it.

When Daniel saw this, his eyes were almost spitting out anger.

That electric scooter from China was a good thing that he bought at a high price. It was a great helper for him to sell flour. How could he let a second person ride it! ?

Daniel's girlfriend and her friend cheated on him, and he just laughed it off, but this bastard wanted to open it, which was absolutely unacceptable!!!
Daniel quickly pulled out a black revolver from his arms and pointed it at the bastard, but before he could shoot, someone got there first.

Above Daniel's head, continuous and crisp gunshots suddenly rang out. The bastard who ran towards Daniel's beloved electric scooter shook on the spot for several times as if he had been electrocuted, and then fell forward.

Even though he was several meters away, at this moment, Daniel could smell the smell of rust in the air.

Houlixie, this bastard was beaten into a sack!

Daniel's movements froze. He didn't dare to look up. He just slowly put the pistol back into his arms and continued to squat there without moving.

At this moment, Daniel made up his mind that he would learn from the old hen and roost in the dark.

He hid in the dark for a long time, waited for more than ten minutes, and saw no one coming to check the body. Daniel knew that the gunman had left.

He tried to stand up, looked around and found nothing wrong. Then he raised his head and looked through the open window on the third floor, but still didn't see anyone else.

Daniel didn't dare to stay any longer. He quickly ran to his electric scooter, jumped on it, and didn't even dare to turn on the headlights or get close to the corpse. He just sped away.

Not long after Daniel left the alley, he heard the sirens of police cars ahead on the side of the road and hurriedly drove to another alley.

Daniel, who had flour in his scooter, didn't want to be stopped by the police at this time. In addition, what he had just witnessed made him even more afraid to go to the police station.

If you want to survive longer in the underworld, you must not talk too much in front of the police.

Daniel wanted to sell his flour quietly and steadily, but tonight was obviously not a good time to do business.

He swerved on his electric scooter through a complex Parisian neighborhood, dodging the police, and then happened to run into two groups of people shooting at each other in a driveway on the next street.

The gunfight broke out suddenly. At least Daniel did not hear any unusual noises when he was driving out of the alley. When he drove out, gunshots suddenly broke out on both sides of the dual carriageway.

Perhaps it was Daniel's appearance that broke the silence, or perhaps the headlights emitted from the electric scooter under his crotch served as the signal for the start of the duel between the two sides.

Whatever it was, Daniel was dead. There were not many people on both sides, maybe only four or five, but each of them carried a submachine gun, and there were also automatic rifles mixed in, so the firepower was very strong.

Daniel, who was standing in front of the barrage of bullets on both sides, was immediately beaten to pieces along with his car. When this unlucky guy was lying on the cold concrete road, he was thinking with great regret as he was dying.

"Damn... maybe I shouldn't go out tonight..."

(End of this chapter)