The beautiful daily life of Black Light Salted Fish

With the intelligence support of Ghost, the off-road pickup truck avoided several layers of roadblocks and finally approached the target point.

A dozen police patrol cars followed far behind.

Unlike special police vehicles that are specially equipped with bulletproof panels, ordinary police vehicles have no parts that can protect against full-power rifle bullets except the engine and gearbox. After all, the purpose of the engine itself is not bulletproof. If more than a dozen rifle bullets are fired into it, even if you don't lie down on the spot, you will be unable to fight anymore.

It was always easier to shoot at the front cover of a car than to hit the driver, so Watson made full use of the residual heat of the RPD machine gun, and with the support of his teammates, he destroyed several police cars in a row. When the fourth person who tried to lean out of the car window and shoot was shot in the arm, the patrol officers simply chose to keep a distance and follow him, and did not dare to try to stop him again.

There are helicopters following us in the sky anyway, right?

However, as the robber drove towards a remote hole on the roadside, the patrolman holding the intercom behind him almost shouted: "We are at the Garden Crossing, 500 meters south of the Paris Observatory, and the robber is entering the 'air raid shelter'! Sir, If the support is no longer available, we will have no choice but to go in and hide and seek with them!"

"No one cares about that gang of robbers anymore."

He didn't wait for the reply he wanted. A louder roar came from the intercom: "The monster killing people in the city center is the big problem. All the news this week will be about the muscular man with long claws." ! If you can’t catch me, come back to me as soon as possible. The top priority is to guide the people.”

The Germans are to blame for the existence of air-raid shelters in Paris.

In this American comic book world full of gods and demons, although the French army during World War II also suffered a disastrous defeat, they still did what they should do to resist. At that time, the capital Paris was frequently bombed by the Germans, so people dug many tunnels and air-raid shelters to store supplies, avoid air raids and shelling, and maintain the lifeline of tunnel guerrilla warfare.

As a result, many neighboring caves are even connected to each other.

There are about a hundred such mini cave structures underground in Paris. But after all, they were dug out by the residents themselves. Most of the overall structures are unreasonable, and the waterproofing, moisture-proofing and reinforcement measures are relatively amateurish. This puts these caves and passages at risk of collapse very quickly if they are not maintained.

After the war, people naturally invested in urban reconstruction work. Most of the caves were soon semi-enclosed, except for a lucky few who were converted into basements and museums. Many crypts located in slum areas are gradually occupied by homeless people, gangsters and other unscrupulous people.

As a senior former non-commissioned officer of the French special operations team, Rupert once had a systematic understanding of this underground network that spreads over less than half of the urban area of ​​Paris. She knows that the mercenary industry has secretly fueled the whole process - after all, for them, is there any more convenient barrier than these places?

In the speeding police car, the patrolman was not ready to give up:

"But sir! The police witness said that the group of robbers took away something very valuable..."

Before the patrolman finished speaking, the furious sergeant on the other end of the communicator yelled:

"I tell you, that monster came out of the Umbrella Building! These scientists who went to hell, five of our brothers have died at the hands of that thing today! I'm going to twist its head off! You understand this Are you?! Go back and find the wolfhound SWAT team chasing the robbers. I don’t care if they are deaf or blindfolded. If they can still touch the gun, they will be pulled to the scene!"

......

"They retreated."

Watching a large group of police cars slowing down and turning in the scope, Ghost was the first to send a message. The off-road pickup truck had already entered the hole and drove down the gravel road that was not too wide.

"receive."

Luper was silent for a few seconds and then asked, "How is downtown?"

This time, the silent one was replaced by a ghost. He was probably asking the observation team. It took about half a minute to reply: "The tyrant killed a few policemen, but the others focused fire and smashed its legs. Around the Umbrella Building, Almost all civilians have been evacuated."

"Thank you for your hard work. Let's retreat."

After releasing the communication button on the earphones, Mother Wolf looked at the deep darkness in front of the gravel road and fell into silence.

A faint fishy smell penetrated Watson's nose, and within a few seconds, the forward momentum of the car suddenly slowed down. The sound of water being stirred by the tires rang in his ears, and when he looked out, he saw the murky muddy water below that reached the rims of the wheels. Behind a remote rock, a few people looked here covertly. After seeing clearly the weapons and ammunition of the Wolves, the other party quickly retracted his head.

The mud puddle was not big, and the wheels soon hit the wet soil again.

Luper motioned for Four Eyes to stop, and a man leaning against the wall of the cave smoking a cigarette came up. The two talked in French for a while, and finally the man took the small wad of money that Luper took out and directed his men to open the covered entrance in front. Large swaths of silt collapsed from the wooden planks, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of smoke.

Four eyes and one foot on the accelerator, leaving this smell behind.

The pickup truck sped through the dark passage and passed through several uninhabited roads and puddles in just 5 minutes. Luper paid one last time and asked a temporary guide to help guide the route outside the car so as not to accidentally drive the car into a deep puddle in the mud pool.

"Deathstroke, be careful not to shoot later."

Luper's instructions suddenly came from the earphones, and then it was like driving into a dense jungle, with large branches and leaves crackling on the car body in the darkness. The field of vision suddenly brightened, and under the winter noon sunshine, a dilapidated residential area with one-story buildings appeared in front of Watson.

"Okay hunk."

Beltway sat on the cargo bed holding the FAL automatic rifle, turned over his hood and touched his sweaty fat face: "Welcome to the 'slums', this is a real slum."

As if in response to the fat man's words, a burst of noise suddenly came to him. The slum in front of you is about the size of a gymnasium, with seven or eight dilapidated residential buildings standing on the ground; there are many low roofs in the open space between the buildings, and the materials of wood, broken stone bricks, cement and iron pipes are clearly visible. Mix and match forms.

Almost everyone here has tattoos. In addition to ordinary machetes and sticks, there are even a small number of Soviet rifles. As the pickup truck continued its journey, more and more eyes were cast on the Wolves.

"I feel like it's more of a gang hangout."

Watson didn't lower the gun completely. Who knows if some kid who was high on drugs fired a few bullets here to die: "These guys look like a pack of jackals."

“Slums and gangs are always connected.”

Beltway put on his hood and looked at the scantily clad fleshy girl on the roadside: "This place is actually not far from downtown Paris. We just took a long road to get rid of the police. Those deep and shallow You have also seen the shallow mud puddles, and ordinary police cars will most likely stall when driving into them."

Watson responded perfunctorily to his teammates, and then noticed that there were people standing near a small fence on the roadside. The chassis of the off-road pickup truck was much higher than that of an ordinary car, allowing him to easily see the scene inside the fence:

They were two dogs biting each other.

The eyes were completely red with blood, and the flesh and saliva on the two rows of teeth that were opened and closed repeatedly were mixed together, making people wonder if they had been drugged. The surrounding crowd was shouting excitedly. Every time the dog's mouth opened a new wound on the opponent's body, several fists holding crumpled banknotes would be raised in the crowd on one side. The movements were so synchronized. .

"First time meeting?"

The wolf mother turned her head slightly in the back seat: "Here you can buy thugs for dozens of dollars, but if you want an adult hunting dog, you have to pay several times the price."

"I thought it would be more straightforward for them to use people to fight."

"It's easier to deal with a dead dog."

Luper raised his left arm and put it on the back of the seat: "After all, the slums are nominally under the control of the police station, although...it's good that those policemen dare to come once a month. Anyone in this place is basically guilty. It’s a crime. A single police patrol car is easily attacked here, and it’s difficult to catch criminals without surveillance and the cooperation of witnesses. So as long as nothing big happens, everyone usually assumes that this place does not exist.”

"This place has not been taken down to this day. Is it because of money issues?"

"It can also be understood that it will cost a lot of money to fill up caves, passages and renovate slums. And the resettlement of the poor is a big problem. You can't expect them to be willing to commute to work. Look at these guys, contraband Smuggling, animal cruelty, arms possession... 100% will increase the crime rate, and the rich people in Congress are not willing to engage in this kind of loss-making business."

At this point, the wolf mother suddenly sneered in the earphones: "Actually, we are not much better."

"As a businessman, making money always comes first."

Beltway, who couldn't stop talking, added: "Anyway, this place has been like this for decades. It's better to continue to leave it alone, and then build more parks and office buildings in the city, so that foreign capital will be willing to settle in."

"Okay." Watson stopped asking questions.

......

The cross-country pickup truck arrived at its destination without any danger. It was an inconspicuous small building, but the security was obviously several levels higher than the surrounding ones. Luper was the first to jump out of the car and greeted the team members and two 'debt collectors' to carry the loot.

Watson did not forget to take out the document bag.

After on-site appraisal by two professionals in the umbrella company building, it was found that the document bag contained extremely valuable bearer bonds, plus gold nuggets and diamonds brought out by several people. It is expected that they will be available through channels in about three months. Suppliers take action. The total value is approximately US$900 million, of course, after deducting travel expenses, equipment procurement and supplier service fees.

Ruper kept all the diamonds and jewelry alone, and she could sell the art for a higher price through private channels.

This operation was obviously a great success.

For the sake of money, everyone was invited to rest upstairs by the branch manager. After about half an hour, the ghost finally arrived with weapons in hand, and soon discussed vacation plans with the other two men. Watson was not involved. He noticed captain Luper sitting in the corner, silently watching the TV news in the room.

The news that the 'monster' was killed was played on it.

The picture shows soldiers and armored vehicles filling the streets, and the entire block centered on the Umbrella Company Building has been cordoned off. The effect of this tyrant in creating chaos was unexpectedly good. After the army arrived, they went directly towards it without distracting their energy from other objects.

"An expected result."

Luper saw Watson coming over and took off his helmet to reveal his messy brown hair: "I have been in the army of this country for almost 10 years. They can't even handle a muscular man."

"But you seem to be in a bad mood."

Watson held the heavy death knell helmet and sat down on the single chair next to the wolf mother. The bracket suddenly made an overwhelming creaking sound. He hesitated, reached out and unhooked the two rifles on his body.

Luper's eyes were a little surprised, but he quickly turned his attention back to the TV. The newscaster's voice was the only one left in this corner again. Watson turned his head and glanced at Michela, who was half lying on the sofa in another corner and squinting her eyes.

At this moment, the woman in front of him spoke:

"Thank you for not killing those cops."