my beauty world

Chapter 400 Strike in case of indecision

"It's so miserable, I don't know what kind of ghost I encountered, and the blood in my whole body was sucked dry."

Police officer Victor in uniform came out of the warehouse where the song and dance troupe was stationed, and said to his colleague Hugo next to him, "Did we meet the legendary vampire?"

Hugo was a head shorter than Victor, and said: "I don't know, I haven't seen a vampire. We are only responsible for maintaining law and order, and someone will take over the case soon."

At this time, two middle-aged people came over, a man and a woman.

One of the women took out her ID and came over to negotiate: "We are Adjani and Renault from the City Hall's Crime Squad. This case is related to a case we are investigating. Come to check the scene."

The tall and thin Victor glanced at the ID card. There was no problem with the ID card, and he immediately moved out of the way: "Please go this way."

He and Hugo are in charge of security management, and they are just sealing off the place for the time being, waiting for professionals to come and take over.

But the first batch of professionals who rushed over were caught by Ronan and Ilsa who got the information and threw them into a different space as coolies.

Ronan and Ilsa immediately entered the scene and quickly saw the two drained bodies.

Two young women, in their early 20s.

Ronan put on his gloves and took a closer look at the wounds. The bites on his neck were deep, and one of them bit right through his neck.

It seems very unscientific.

But Chaofan doesn't make sense at all.

Ilsa asked in a low voice, "Did a vampire do it?"

Ronan could be sure of this: "The blood was sucked so clean, and there was no other blood at the scene, so it must have been done by a vampire. But such a large wound is very rare, it's the first time I've seen it..."

He stretched out his finger to compare before the bite: "Judging from the wound, this vampire's vampire canine teeth are thicker than my thumb, and the length can penetrate the neck of an adult."

Ilsa was surprised: "A huge vampire?"

Ronan was unable to judge for the time being. After seeing the corpse, he carefully checked the traces left at the scene.

Something seemed to have been entangled around the neck of the corpse, leaving dried mucus.

The two took some tissue from the neck of the corpse, put it in an evidence bag, and then found an excuse to leave the scene.

Ilsa drove into the car, changed her disguise through the safe house, and came to a biology laboratory at the University of Paris.

The person in charge of the laboratory had already joined the syndicate and immediately tested the extract.

When the results came out, he found Ronan and the two: "It's mainly human saliva, and snake digestive juice. I haven't seen another substance, so I'm not sure what it is."

Ilsa was a little surprised: "Snake's digestive juice?"

The man was very sure: "Yes, close to the king cobra sample."

The two didn't stay long, and quickly left the laboratory.

Getting in the car, Ilsa asked, "Shouldn't vampires be closer to bats?"

Ronan said: "Cobra has done a lot of experiments, maybe it will come up with something weird."

He carefully recalled the intelligence related to Cobra.

Thinking of the Cobra team he met in the Middle East, he had a deep memory of the team looking for Saladin's body. On the one hand, they got the ability to teleport from the leading woman, and on the other hand, they carried out the plan.

Cobra's Snake King Project!

It seems that through the gift of Lilith, combined with the DNA of outstanding human beings, a powerful transcendent is created.

The Snake King, as the name suggests.

Ronan basically talked to Ilsa, and Ilsa also heard Ronan mention it, and immediately paid attention to the so-called snake king.

Back at the art shop, Ronan returns to the Temple of Souls and dispatches a special animal trainer to Paris.

The animal trainer tamed a demonized mouse with an extremely sensitive sense of smell, which is much better than hyenas in tracking.

Relevant clues can be found through the weird substances left on the neck of the corpse.

With the official completion of the Soul Gate last night, the work on the other side also officially kicked off.

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Paris, Union of French Railway Laborers.

"Just yesterday, SNCF rejected our request for a salary increase."

Jacques, sitting at the head of the meeting room, is a middle-aged man who looks quite elegant. He is the head of the Labor Union: "It is impossible to get a reasonable answer to our reasonable demands."

Le Maire is not surprised by this. The forces behind him have already heard news that even if the railway company has the intention to talk, someone will deliberately disrupt it.

Therefore, he said at the right time: "There is only one option left for us."

Domenech next to him said the answer: "Strike!"

Jacquet is still thinking, this option may be a bit difficult for other countries to make a decision, but it has always been the first choice of the French.

Le Maire looked at Jacquet: "New Year's is coming soon, strikes at this time will have great influence."

Jacquet nodded slightly, because a strike was the easiest and most trouble-free way.

Domenech said: "The workers have been ready for a long time and can go to the street at any time. The materials from the last strike are still in the warehouse behind, and they can be used when they are taken out."

Jacques said, "Then go on strike!"

When it comes to the experience and ability to organize strikes, few in the world can match the French.

Le Maire also said: "The Charles de Gaulle Labor Union, the Truck Drivers Association, the Taxi Drivers Association, the Air Traffic Management Association, the health and energy fields, all have the possibility of strikes. We should unite more forces and strive for better treatment and conditions. !"

"The bigger the strike, the more attention the authorities will take," Domenech said.

Jacquet has rich experience in organizing strikes, so he immediately made a decision: "I will contact the French Labor Union and join them in connecting trade union organizations in various industries."

Le Maire volunteered: "I'll go with you."

"Yes!" Jacques said with a serious expression, "Euro depreciates severely every year. This month, Manhattan, New York suffered a terrorist attack. Wall Street and the Federal Reserve collapsed in a short period of time, which dealt a huge blow to the entire western economy. The euro fell by more than [-]% this week. Huge inflation is coming and we must get the best for the workers who feed us!"

A general strike in the railway industry is imperative!

That morning, Jacquet and Le Maire rushed to the French Labor Union.

Over the past year, the economic crisis that broke out on Wall Street has spread to the entire West.

Strictly speaking, it was also Ronan's fault.

The previous two attacks on Manhattan detonated mines in the financial credit industry.

This time Manhattan was attacked, the Federal Reserve collapsed, Wall Street was turned into scorched earth, and the closely connected Western economies were severely impacted.

When the Americans encountered economic difficulties, they always cut the wool of their allies first. European and American countries were impacted by several new policies introduced by the United States. The euro began a new round of depreciation, and the momentum of inflation became more and more obvious.

What do the French do in this situation?
In case of indecision, strike!

Jacquet and Le Maire didn't waste their words at all, they talked to the Labor Union.

Because associations in multiple industries are contacting the labor union and want to launch a new round of general strikes.

The new year is coming soon, and there is always a new look in the new year, and the workers always need to increase their income.

Under the quiet push of people with good intentions, even personnel in the fields of transportation, health, energy and education are preparing to join the general strike.

It was once said that the French only do four things a year: prepare for vacation, vacation, prepare to strike, strike.

The French could be mobilized without much effort.

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93 provinces, old communities.

Two groups of immigrants from Africa are fighting. The Senegalese and the Ghanaians are screaming and shooting. The low-priced firearms produced by small workshops have limited accuracy. Only the sound of gunfire is heard, but no one is injured.

Even with such firearms, the number of blacks owned is extremely limited.

so poor!
Mane hid behind a car and yelled: "Use Molotov cocktails! Boss, use Molotov cocktails!"

The strong man Sabali immediately greeted dozens of strong black men under his command: "Light the Molotov cocktail for me, throw it over, and burn them!"

Someone dragged the box from the car, lit a homemade Molotov cocktail, and threw it out.

These black people have great strength and can throw them far.

The Molotov cocktail smashed on the opposite house, smashed into the broken and leaky doors and windows, and exploded a large ball of flames, which splashed on people, and they would not stop until their skin was burnt to pieces!

More than 20 Molotov cocktails were thrown out, and the shooter in the opposite house suddenly misfired, and clusters of flames burned blazingly.

Sabali saw that it was easy to use, and shouted: "Keep throwing!"

More Molotov cocktails were thrown into the house, the flames were crackling, and screams came out.

More than a dozen people were on fire, howled and jumped out of the door, window, and into the feces-filled ditch behind.

The flames rushed to the roof, and thick smoke rose into the sky. The Ghanaians hiding in the houses withdrew one after another, not daring to stay near the flames, and evacuated the community in desperation.

The Senegalese burst into cheers.

This territory now belongs to the Senegalese gang!

No one is in charge of the house and the fire. When the fire burns down the house, the fire will naturally go out.

Again, no one called the police.

There are too many such fires in the 93 provinces. As long as they are not near Charles de Gaulle Airport, the police are too lazy to take care of them.

The place where countless African immigrants gather is known as the land forgotten by the French authorities.

Seizing this community, the market for the Senegalese gang to collect protection fees has expanded again.

Sabali immediately called a meeting of the backbone.

"You made a great contribution this time!" He preferred to talk about the Molotov cocktail that Mane taught them to make: "Mane, this thing is easy to make, powerful enough, and easy to use when grabbing territory!"

In fact, there are many tutorials on the Internet, and the destruction party has posted too many of them.

But those who live in the 93 provinces are mostly immigrants from Africa, and few of them will go online to learn these things.

Therefore, after Mane joined with his skills, he quickly became the backbone of the Senegalese gang.

Ma Nei's thick lips parted, revealing an unusually simple and honest smile: "Actually, the power can be a little stronger, but the raw materials are not very easy to handle."

The gunman named Kamara said: "It's very useful! It feels like this thing can burn the police armored vehicles of the French!"

Sabali said: "Make more! Let's take this opportunity to continue to expand the territory! The Ghanaians are a bunch of cowards, send a few people to see them..."

"Boss, wait!" Mane continued to smile honestly: "I have a suggestion."

The Molotov cocktail had just made a great contribution, and Sabali felt that it was just right for Mane. He waved his hand and said, "Your brain is bright, hurry up and say it!"

Mane pointed to the dilapidated houses and rubbish-strewn roads around him, and said, "These places are too poor."

Kamara scratched the itch on his head with the muzzle of the gun: "It's much better than we are in Africa."

Sabali said: "You can scrape money even if you are poor!"

Mane looked at the group of old blacks with contempt in his heart, and said deliberately: "Boss, have you heard of the Côte d'Ivoire Elephant Gang?"

Sabali asked: "The gang headed by Drogba?"

"They jumped out of the 93 provinces and entered the urban area of ​​Paris!" Mane was born in Africa and knew how to arouse the interest of these old blacks: "Now, they control the large underground markets in the 11th and 12th arrondissements. There are a lot of women and flour business controlled there, no matter white girls, black girls, or Middle Eastern girls, you can go to whatever you want, and you have to pay a huge fee for all the flour traded on their site, and the daily cash turnover is as high as six figures! "

Their eyes lit up when they heard about women, money, and flour.

Sabali has been in the 93 provinces for a long time, and his head is quite smart: "If you want to enter the urban area of ​​Paris to grab territory, you must have a good gun in your hand. We have no money to buy a gun."

Manet could tell that Sabali wanted to enter downtown Paris.

As long as there is nothing wrong with the head, who would not want to enjoy the colorful world in the urban area?What is the future of scraping land in a broken, dirty, and poor area like 93 provinces?
"I heard about the Elephant Gang and Drogba." Mane has undergone rigorous training and is capable enough to deal with these low-level gangs: "About two years ago, there was a big explosion in Paris, and the entire north was in chaos. set."

Sabali knew this: "That Ronan the Destroyer blew up a building in Paris."

Mane deliberately used his words to continue: "Yes, it was that time! Taking advantage of the chaos in northern Paris, Drogba led people into the bustling areas of the 9th and 10th arrondissements, even sneaked and robbed them, and got a lot of money , and then used the money to buy guns, and then entered the urban area of ​​Paris and became one of the largest gangs in the 11th and 12th districts."

Sabali sighed: "It's hard to find such an opportunity."

Mane is going to turn the topic to the trade union.

"Boss, there may be a chance!" Kamala was eager to show, and rushed to say: "My cousin came early and got a formal job in the urban area, cleaning intercity trains. I called him to borrow money before, He didn't lend it to me... This bastard, he doesn't talk about family affection at all, and he doesn't know how to bring money..."

Sabali interrupted him: "Get to the point!"

Camara quickly threw away the side details: "He said that the railway company, air traffic control company, airport, truck drivers, and taxi drivers are all going to strike! At least 10,000+ people will march in Paris."

Mane answered at the right time: "Every time there is a strike, there will be chaos."

Camara said: "Boss, that's downtown Paris!"

There are feasting and feasting everywhere, even the girls who sell them are of better quality than 93 provinces.

Sabali's decision was not difficult to make: "Kamala, keep in touch with your cousin to see when they start to strike and when the most people are dispatched! Mane, you take people to hurry up and make Molotov cocktails, we will immediately You can use a lot!"

Mane smiled happily, as if moved by the bright prospect of Paris: "I'll organize people to do it, raw materials?"

Sabali thought for a while and said, "All the income from these two months will be used to buy raw materials."

On the other hand, the evacuated Garner gang was very unconvinced.

Duncan, the leader of the gang nicknamed Iron Tower, was preparing to organize a counterattack, and was very dissatisfied with Essien who rushed over: "I asked you to come to support, why did you arrive only now?"

Essien's eyes widened, full of grievances: "Boss, I went to the city to investigate. You asked me to go. I rushed over as soon as I received the call."

Duncan asked, "What did you hear?"

Essien quickly replied: "Paris is preparing to launch a general strike, and the urban area will soon be in chaos. Boss, we must not let go of this good opportunity!"

Duncan scratched his swarthy chin, thinking about it.

Who wouldn't want to go downtown for a piece of the pie?Those who make a stable income to support their families dream of working in urban areas.

Not to mention them.

But if you really do it, the risk is very high.

Essien continued talking: "I saw gangs from Mali, Algeria, Gabon, Congo, and Cameroon. They are also inquiring about relevant information. I guess they will take the opportunity to make a fortune! That's how the Ivorians broke into the urban area! There was a general strike, and the forces of the Moroccan Ayouji also entered the city."

If you don't have it, and neither does anyone else, it doesn't matter.

But others have it, but I don’t have it. It’s too uncomfortable!
Duncan immediately made a decision: "Okay! Let the Senegalese be proud for a while, and when we have money, we can get guns and kill them!"

The black people under his command also want to go to the city.

Duncan hugged Essien's shoulders: "This thing is done, besides me, it is you!"

"Thank you boss!" Essien looked like a loyal younger brother.

But I quietly added in my heart: I'm sorry, I'm Syndicate!
In just one or two days, several African immigrant gangs scattered in the 93 provinces got the news that there was a general strike in Paris and that there might be chaos in the urban area.

General strikes in Paris have turned into riots too many times.

The traditional skills of the French have long been deeply rooted in the soul.

This country has long been firmly tied to black people. Although there are no black people who can really make it to the top, there are too many black people among the bottom-level workers in various industries.

When it's time to strike, push black people to the forefront.

The dirty work is done by Lao Hei.

Once there is a conflict with the police and the like, the old blacks will naturally rush to the front.

Since Ronan decided to build the third Soul Gate in Paris, and Ilsa came to Paris, Syndicate made comprehensive preparations.

One of them is to send people to break into immigrant gangs.

Even if there is no strike, when the soul gate is completed, Ilsa will let Syndicate provoke them to fight each other and kill each other.

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In the early morning, District [-].

The fusiform demonized rat moved quickly along the edge of the street, its pointed nose constantly sniffed the air, distinguishing the smells it had smelled.

Ronan drove a Citroen, followed by Jess and Ramos the animal trainer.

Jess asked, "Are you sure it's around here?"

Feeling the mood swings of the Demonized Rat, Ramos said, "It's almost here."

Ronan's eyes were sharp, and he could keep up with the demonized rat without Ramos reminding him.

The Demonized Rat turned into a park and burrowed into the woods. The park was empty in the early hours of the morning. Ronan and the three got out of the car and followed.

After walking not far, Ronan saw someone in front of him through the woods, and gestured to Ramos.

Ramos immediately summoned the demonized rat.

Ronan made a silent gesture, and the three moved forward quietly.

In the clearing deep in the woods, two men in black were digging a hole.

Ramos comforted the Demonized Rat, pointed to the front, and indicated that the Demonized Rat's target was there.

Ronan looked at Jess.

Jess nodded and walked over there.

The sound of footsteps immediately attracted the two of them, and the moment they looked over, an idea popped up in their heads uncontrollably.

"It is our queen who is here, we must give our allegiance to her and give everything for her!"

The two put down the tools in their hands at the same time and knelt on the ground on one knee.

Ronan then followed.

The Demonic Rat rushed to the long bag at the feet of the two men, and tore the canvas with its sharp claws, revealing the withered corpse of a man inside.

Ramos checked slightly and said, "There is no wound."

Ronan was surprised, how did he get sucked dry without a wound?

As a famous artist in the valley, I suddenly thought of a possibility...

Jess asked, "Your identities."

The one with the bald head said: "A member of the Red Guard of the Cobra Snake Troop, codenamed 23."

Another same identity, just code-named 24.

Cobra's Basilisk troops, that's the real vampires.

Jess asked again, "Why did you come to Paris?"

The bald head replied obediently: "We accepted the order of the bald doctor to protect the doctor and the snake and wait for Joan of Arc to wake up in Paris. We are going to hunt Joan of Arc, let the snake queen absorb Joan's blood, become a perfect body, and lead us to welcome the saint back!"

When it came to welcoming the Holy Return, the bald head suddenly experienced mood swings.

Jess has been strengthening the seeds of consciousness, and immediately noticed it, and instantly calmed down her bald head: "Who is the Queen of the Snake?"

"The Snake Queen is the product of the Snake King's plan..." the bald head explained in detail.

Ronan understood that this was the so-called King Snake, and because it was female, Cobra called her Queen Snake.

That withered corpse was the work of the Snake Queen.

According to these two vampires, the Queen Snake has an extremely dissolute temperament. Not only does she hunt for fresh female blood every day, she will immediately abduct a man she likes, force her to have sex, and finally suck the adult.

Corpses are to be disposed of only by Red Guards.

Two vampires dug up the ground, and buried several corpses underneath.

What the demonized rat smelled was exactly the scent of the snake's body fluid left on the corpse.

Jess asked the vampire to bury the corpses in the ground, put on some disguise, and asked Ronan, "What to do with them?"

Ronan thought for a while, and said, "With your current ability, can you temporarily control them and let them return as internal responses?"

Jess has been promoted and her strength has been greatly enhanced. She said, "It will take a little time."

Ronan waved his hand and told her to do it quickly.

Jess didn't complain, and kept super motivated, continuing to spawn the seeds of consciousness in the heads of the two vampires.

From the budding state, the seed gradually grows into a towering tree.

After some time, the two vampires leave.

The three of Ronan followed behind and observed the Baroque manor from a distance.

Afterwards, the raven bomb was left behind for surveillance, and the group returned.

　Double the monthly ticket, ask for a ticket. . .

　　
　
(End of this chapter)