my beauty world

Chapter 55
Under the night, London ushered in the first snow in 2004. The heavy snow covered Kingsman Manor in the suburbs with a thick white carpet. A black car made long ruts on the carpet and drove into the manor through the snow. Among them, they stopped in front of the main entrance of the red brick steeple house.

Ilsa got out of the car, her long hair was neatly combed behind her head and tied into a ponytail, revealing a stern and delicate face. With her left hand, she picked up the navy blue long windbreaker and put it in the pocket of black trousers. She stepped on the steps with brown leather boots and entered the big house main hall.

In the fireplace, the flames are burning, and the warmth is overwhelming.

In the hall, there is a huge round table, and thirteen wooden chairs are placed beside the round table.

On one of the chairs sat an old man wearing glasses.

"You're here." The old man put down the documents in his hand and took off his glasses: "Sit down."

Ilsa was not qualified to sit on the chair by the round table, so she came to the bench behind and nodded in greeting: "Arthur."

The old man named Arthur poured himself a glass of wine and said, "I have read the evidence and report you sent, and you have done a very good job. I will inform you and officially start your knight trial."

Ilsa's stern face showed a little more expression: "Yes!"

Arthur picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "The Obia Group has a very special idea to manufacture cosmetics in this way."

Ilsa is English: "Because they're French."

"Yes, that's right! They are French!" Arthur fell into a habitual mood: "You can surrender when the war starts, and then others will help them win the war..."

He stopped in time: "When people are old, they always like to recall the past."

Ilsa fully understood Arthur's emotions, and after a short pause, she asked, "Should we initiate a hunt or investigation against the Obia Group?"

Arthur shook his head: "No! No need! There is enough evidence for this matter, and you don't need to do any more investigation."

Ilsa remembered the oven she had seen: "Many people died, and the French used girls as raw materials to make perfume..."

Arthur said seriously: "Yes, this matter is very evil. The French used their heads in the wrong place. We must correct and punish them!"

There was doubt in Ilsa's eyes.

Arthur paid more attention to the candidates for knights, who were very likely to pass, and explained: "This matter is not only related to justice and evil, but also the relationship between Britain and France. Without the cover of the French government department, Obi Subgroups can’t do it.”

He took a picture of the documents that Ilsa had faxed on the plane: "These are enough to give us an absolute advantage when negotiating with the French. We can make the French make concessions in many aspects, especially negotiations involving the EU."

Ilsa saw it with her own eyes, and she was upset, so she tried to fight for it: "Your Majesty will always have an explanation."

"That's what His Majesty meant." Arthur respected the one who mentioned Buckingham Palace: "Your Majesty said that national interests come first."

Ilsa said no more.

Arthur took out a document and put it on the side close to Ilsa: "This is your trial task. A secret organization has emerged in the European continent in recent years. You should find a way to sneak in and find out their roots."

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Outside of Paris, in the Javier cargo terminal in the 93 department.

This is a cargo storage center near Charles de Gaulle airport.

Since the end of the 90s, immigrants from Eastern Europe have flooded into the 93 provinces, competing for territory with black uncles from former French colonies.

The black uncles are very violent and strong, but there is something missing in their heads. Due to historical reasons, almost all the people of Albania were soldiers at one time. In front of the Albanian gang who have experienced basic military training, the black uncles are vulnerable.

With the secret support of the capital group, the Albanian gang easily occupied the Havel cargo terminal and its surrounding areas.

Murad was the head of all Albanians in Paris.

The gangster, in his 50s, is a burly man with a lot of energy.

In the office building of the freight station, Murad sat on the table and looked at the shivering 14-year-old girl opposite.

He stroked his beard with one hand, and held a whip in the other. The smile at the corner of his mouth made his face look extremely ferocious, and he ordered: "You, come here!"

The girl was like a terrified quail, huddled into a ball, not daring to move.

Murad let go of the whip, and most of the whip hung down, submerged in the bucket by the table.

The girl was terrified: "Please, let me go. I am Albanian. My hometown is in the capital Tirana. We are compatriots."

Snapped--

Murad waved his whip and it exploded in the air: "Of course, we are not only compatriots, but also father and daughter. Come on, call Dad..."

The girl was so frightened that tears flowed out. It shouldn’t be like this. When I was in the capital Tirana, it was agreed to come to France to work and earn money so that she could support her younger siblings...

The cell phone rang suddenly, Murad frowned, took out his cell phone to answer the call, and just said a few words before his eyes widened: "What? The attack on Paradise Street? Where's Marco? Where's my son? Aren't you the police? Not the Security Bureau How could you not know! Joseph, you have taken the money, at least do something! I want to know who did it and where my son went!"

Murad hung up the phone, not interested, only violent, brandished the whip, and pulled it out.

After two whips, the phone rang again amidst the girl's screams, and he picked it up: "Mako was kidnapped? What did those girls say? You bastard, if you dare to kidnap my son, I'll kill him!"

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The car was driving in the 93rd province, Ronan cheered up, this is the most chaotic place in Paris.

Approaching the Javier freight station, there are large trucks passing through the intersection, so Ronan can only stop and let the large trucks go first.

As soon as the car stopped, six or seven black people suddenly appeared on the side of the road, holding iron bars, bats and stones, and ran towards the car.

They want to smash cars and rob!
Ronan didn't talk nonsense, took out his gun, and shot the leader Uncle Hei's leg.

With a bang, Uncle Hei immediately fell down and screamed. When those people saw the muzzle of the gun, they turned and ran back.

A car behind was surrounded.

A convoy of large cars passed by in front of him. Ronan stepped on the gas and walked forward. Through the rearview mirror, he could see that the front windshield of the car behind was smashed.

In the original world, northern Myanmar had better law and order than here.

It is said that the French side has long since abandoned 93 provinces, and the gangs have merged on a large scale without the police appearing.

Approaching the Javier cargo terminal, there are many vehicles coming in and out, and the surrounding lights are brightly lit.

Ronan drove the car into the shadows, parked, opened the trunk, and ripped off Marco's mouth-guzzling tape.

Ma Ke was weak and half-dead: "Please, let me go."

Ronan asked: "Is there anything that can convince your father that it is unique to you?"

Marko wants to live: "Ring! Ring!"

On his uninjured hand he wore a gold signet ring.

Ronan rolled it down, put it in his pocket, took out the items that might be used, and focused on checking the weapons. After dealing with various gangsters a lot, he found that the simple and rude way is often the best.

Considering that Anna might be in the hands of Marko's father, Murad, Ronan didn't kill Marko for the time being, but re-sealed him, locked the car and walked towards the freight station.

On the way, he took out Marco's wallet, which contained a group photo of Murad and his son.

The freight station does not occupy a large area, and the wall is only more than two meters high.

Ronan bypassed the front door, found a place where no one was around, jumped on the wall and entered the warehouse.

Not far away, a worker in work clothes and a hat walked towards the toilet.

Luo Nanjing waited in the shadow of his path, blending into the night.

Due to the effect of the camouflage, the man seemed unable to see Ronan. Ronan easily knocked him out, put on his overalls and hat, and threw him into a corner full of discarded goods.

After a little identification, I saw the office building and the largest warehouses that Mark mentioned.

Ronan held the dagger upside down in his hand, and walked over there along the road between the warehouses like the workers here.

On the road, almost all I heard were Eastern European accents.

Someone greeted him, and Ronan, with his newly acquired proficiency in Albanian, handled it with ease.

Passing by a truck, several workers were moving boxes inside.

With years of working experience in the original world, Ronan smelled the smell of drugs.

The warehouse next to Xiaolou seems to still smell of gun oil.

The goods transshipped and stored in this cargo station are not normal goods at all!

"Why did you come back?"

At the entrance of the big warehouse, there was a minibus parked, and a green-skinned head waved at Ronan: "Come here quickly! Go to the toilet, don't leave the key behind!"

Ronan heard sobbing in the carriage.

Walking a few steps forward, there was a large truck on the opposite side with its headlights turned on, and the light illuminated the minibus compartment. Through the window glass, I saw seven or eight young girls with different skin colors and hair colors sitting in the compartment.

They were tightly tied up, with sealing tape on their mouths.

Qingpitou was still talking: "Is the living conditions of these chicks from rich countries too good? There is no defense at all. It is easier to find a few handsome guys and get hooked easily than to catch a chicken! Unfortunately, this batch of No virgin, worthless!"

Another man in overalls said: "Let them get addicted to drugs first, and then we can manipulate them, and they can make money..."

"Haha..." Qing Pi laughed: "According to what you said, they are quite valuable!"

A burly man looked into the car with his feet crossed: "When the car is unloaded, shall we drive meat first?"

A few more people came from afar.

Ronan quickened his pace and quickly approached the minibus.

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