This time he was traveling to Europe. Naturally, Jimmy couldn't keep his guns with him like he did in the United States. Both guns were left in the safe of his apartment in New York. This was not an official flight, nor was he holding a diplomatic passport, so Jimmy was not qualified to carry a gun. Of course, if there is a local permit, it won't be a big problem. TSA and entry and exit registration can also bring a gun on camera, but it is too troublesome. He also needs to go through the entire process for review on the return trip. Even if he is extremely insecure, there is no need to do so. toss.
There is a 6 time zone difference between New York and Paris. Because I didn’t prepare in advance, I could only set out during the day. When I arrived in Paris, it was night. I had to find a place to stay first and then go out the next day.
Nothing special happened in the few hours on the plane. When Jimmy got on the plane, he had already made a preliminary inspection of the people and places in the plane. For him, this long-distance perspective is really convenient. , although it cannot be seen clearly, if there is any abnormality, at least it can be observed to some extent.
Unfortunately, there were no romantic encounters on the plane. Jimmy could only kill some time and then go to sleep. Although the position was uncomfortable, it was better than looking out the window with his eyes open.
The plane landed safely at Charles de Gaulle Airport. Jimmy followed the flow of people and left the plane. Then something tragic happened. He was stopped by airport security and walked aside for separate inspection by the airport police.
Jimmy frowned and looked at them, what's going on? Have you committed any crime here? It shouldn't be.
The airport police asked Jimmy to show him his passport. Jimmy took out the ticket and passport from his pocket and handed it over. When he found that it was an American passport, he didn't check the information carefully at all, so he put the ticket in the passport and handed it back to Jimmy, and then asked him to Continue to follow the flow of people to the immigration inspection.
Jimmy kept up with the crowd inexplicably, turning his head to look at them from time to time, followed by another Chinese-American and a Middle-Eastern-American wearing a white hat who were stopped by them. F**K, they were targeting a specific person. Jimmy was a little annoyed, and his good mood suddenly disappeared.
The immigration inspection went smoothly. Although Jimmy is of Chinese descent, his passport is from the United States. After the inspection, it was stamped and Jimmy entered France smoothly.
When he arrived at the airport exit, there were already many people lined up, waiting for taxis. Jimmy looked around, walked to the trash can on the side and lit a cigarette. He smoked while waiting for the crowd to disperse. He is not someone who likes to join in the fun. Since so many people are rushing to grab the car, he will wait for a while. Anyway, he is not in a hurry. He hasn't even booked a hotel yet. He is going wherever he goes.
The sound of the engine "buzz~buzz~" came. A taxi stopped on the side of the road, the door opened, and the passenger grabbed the door and vomited on the ground. Jimmy looked at this situation as quite novel. Many people get motion sickness, but it’s not easy to get motion sickness to this extent.
After the passengers got off the bus, the taxi did not leave. Instead, it stayed where it was. People who wanted to take a taxi stayed away from him and went to other cars. Jimmy looked around and saw that he was the only one. No one should be grabbing this one. car.
When he came to the car, Jimmy knocked on the window, and after the window lowered, he said to the driver: "Sir, can you understand English?"
The crew-cut man looked at Jimmy and nodded: "Okay, get in the car."
Jimmy opened the back door and got in the car, saying: "Go to the 9th arrondissement." Then he opened a map of Paris that he had taken from the airport.
The crew-cut man didn't wait for Jimmy to tell him the specific location. He turned around and looked at him: "You have to tell me where to go to District 9!"
Jimmy looked at the map and replied casually: "The Paris Opera."
Seeing that Jimmy didn't even raise his head, the crew-cut man curled his lips and said, "OK, get ready to go."
The taxi started normally. There were many people and cars here, but as soon as it drove forward a little, the speed picked up. Jimmy immediately raised his head and looked forward, and took a look at the tachometer on the center console. Good guy, this is 140km/h, and the pointer is still gradually increasing the angle.
Jimmy hurriedly said: "Calm down, slow down, I'm here to travel, not to die."
The crew-cut man shook his body and head nonchalantly: "Don't worry, I've never been in a car accident."
Jimmy: "No, I'm worried about another thing. What does the sign you put over there say Marseille mean? Are you not a Paris taxi?"
Man with a crew cut: "Ah, I'm from Marseille. I'm just sending someone to Paris this time to do some business along the way."
Jimmy took a breath, what a fool, why didn't he look at the city name on the taxi when he looked at it before. He asked again: "Do you know the way?"
The crew-cut man: "Of course, don't worry, I will definitely send you to the opera house."
Jimmy was already on the pirate ship, and there was no way he could jump out of the car now, so he just speeded all the way, and soon the tall building of the Paris Opera House came into view.
Of course, in the city, his speed slowed down relatively, but it was still over 80km/h. Although Jimmy didn't know what the speed limit was in urban Paris, he knew just by looking at the cars being passed next to him that this taxi was now Absolutely serious speeding.
When the taxi stopped, Jimmy was definitely much better than the vomiting man before, but he was still a little weak. He felt like he was about to get into a car accident many times along the way, but he was dodged by the crew-cut man. His driving skills were really unspeakable.
Jimmy: "Are you usually in Marseille?" The crew-cut man nodded. Jimmy handed over the fare and asked for a business card. "If I pass by Marseille when traveling, I will ask you to use the car."
The crew-cut man raised his eyebrows: "Of course, no problem. Goodbye."
Jimmy got out of the car, took the suitcase from the trunk and stood on the roadside. The taxi moved forward slowly in front of Jimmy. Jimmy looked at the car and suddenly noticed that the license plate was flipping over. A new license plate turned out in the blink of an eye. The taxi The license plate turned over and he sped away, leaving Jimmy confused.
Jimmy took out his business card from his pocket, a very simple business card, Daniel and his mobile phone number, gone. He shook his head, put the business card back into his pocket, and stood on the side of the road to rest. This taxi driver was really good. As long as he could be tolerant, whether he was rushing or trying to understand the local situation, he would definitely be better than looking at a map by himself.
Jimmy walked along the road with his suitcase, looking for a hotel while looking at the surroundings. Fortunately, there were quite a few hotels here. Jimmy checked into a hotel that looked pretty good. Although it was a bit expensive, it was not a big problem. After all, I didn't prepare a reservation in advance. It's normal to spend more on this kind of trip. You can't wander around on the road at night. Paris is not a safe place, even in the core urban area.
Looking at the time, it was now around 9 pm. Jimmy put down his luggage, packed it up and went out. The day has the benefits of daytime, and the night also has the scenery of night. Jimmy had dinner at a nearby Little Paris restaurant, and went out to look for his target in the surroundings.
Jimmy looked both ways as he walked, and then found a few familiar faces. It seemed that they had been hanging around here.
A black man came across from Jimmy and bumped Jimmy sideways. However, the clothes on his body covered Jimmy's body. His original plan was to hit Jimmy and then take out his pocket, but Jimmy was not prepared at all. Instead of bumping into him, he reached out and grabbed his wrist. By this time, his hand had already reached into Jimmy's pocket.
Jimmy looked at him: "What do you want to do?"
The black man glared at Jimmy and tried to pull his hand back. However, he was not strong to begin with. Compared with a muscular man like Jimmy who was hidden under his clothes, his strength was still a little weaker.
The black man said something, but it was in French, and Jimmy didn't understand it at all. After pumping him hard several times, Jimmy let him go and said, "Get out."
It is really inconvenient to be in Paris. The language is inconvenient and there is no law enforcement status. It is very inconvenient to deal with these people and there is no chance to capture them on the spot.
Jimmy looked around and didn't find anyone looking at him, so he continued walking forward. After a while, several people ran over from behind, and the footsteps were very obvious. Jimmy looked back and saw that the black man was leading the way, and there were two black men next to him. When he approached Jimmy, one of them took out a handful from his pocket. Jump knife out.
"Shit!" Jimmy turned around immediately. In the fighting tutorials taught by the FBI academy, the most important thing is to deal with armed attackers, because in their daily law enforcement, they either have a gunfight from a distance or a close-up fight, and there is basically no other choice.
Jimmy first raised his left hand to block the arm of the black man in front of him, squatted down a little, made a fist with his right hand and punched Huanglong, giving him a blow to the key part, and the black man knelt down directly. Then Jimmy straightened up and used a whip kick on the black man with the jumping knife, first kicking him to the side, and then dealing with the last one without the knife.
Although Jimmy had graduated from the FBI with honors before, this was the first time he had to fight one against three with his bare hands in actual combat, and one was holding a knife.
At this time, the results of Jimmy's daily exercise are reflected. Although it is normal punching and kicking, but combined with Jimmy's muscle strength, hitting them will have an effect. It can make them stay away from Jimmy for a while, at least they will not appear. A situation where I was besieged by three people from the very beginning.
Jimmy grabbed the arm of the person closest to him, pulled him towards him, and kicked the other person's calf hard, knocking him to the ground. Then he raised his foot and kicked him in the hollow of his leg. The black man lay on the ground holding his leg and moaning. Calling.
The other two people also recovered at this time, especially the person who was hit by Jimmy in the key part. It seemed that although Jimmy's punch just hit, it seemed that the force was too light and had no obvious effect.
Jimmy blocked the person in front of him first, raised his foot and kicked the second person, making him step back a little. He used the reaction force of his kick to pull back the black man who was grabbing his arm, and took advantage of the sudden pull of the other person's center of gravity. , hit him with a headbutt, then grabbed the opponent's arm and clothes, turned around and knelt on one leg and threw him over his shoulder, throwing the black man to the ground. Although such an over-the-shoulder fall does not directly incapacitate a person, it seems that his head hit the ground and he kept rolling on the ground holding his head with both hands.
The last person was the one holding the knife. He was holding a jumping knife and stabbed Jimmy in the abdomen. Jimmy took a big step to the side, then grabbed the opponent's hand with his right hand, and slapped his arm hard with his left hand. The black man couldn't bear the pain. , the knife in his hand fell to the ground, Jimmy then kicked the black man's calf with his foot, and at the same time pulled his right hand forcefully back and sideways, causing him to lose his center of gravity and fall directly to the ground. Jimmy also added a kick to his leg. On his lap, he couldn't stand up for a short time.
Jimmy kicked the dropped knife away from him and backed away from them. Although it was night, there were still many pedestrians on the street, but Jimmy and the others immediately stayed away from them after they took action. They saw Jimmy knocking down three people one against three in just ten seconds, and there were a few who were watching the fun. Those who were suspicious were cheering and applauding, as if they were watching a wonderful performance.
"Can someone call the police? I didn't bring a phone." Jimmy looked at the three people on the ground. One was holding his legs, one was holding his arms, and the other was lying on the ground and seemed to have passed out.
However, it was a pity that the people nearby saw that it was not a good show and left in a hurry. No one helped to call the police.
Jimmy had no choice but to stare at them, first move backward slowly, and then move away from the scene. As for these three people, he couldn't control them. He hoped they would be okay.
Jimmy wasn't in the mood to go to the bar anymore. It was such a late night, and everything like this immediately ruined all his good mood. He had a night's rest and was going to visit several surrounding scenic spots as planned the next day. However, when he woke up, he found that it was snowing outside.
In the light snow, Jimmy walked around and then walked towards the Champs Elysées. Although he had already known that there were many and very expensive luxury goods here, he was still frightened by the prices. Jimmy found that although he had no worries about food and drink, he was still a Poor man.
In the afternoon, Jimmy took a taxi directly to the 13th arrondissement. In the morning, he inquired with people near the scenic spots. In the 13th arrondissement, there is a Chinatown composed of many Chinese, which is similar to Chinatown in New York, so Jimmy chose to come here directly. He needed Prepare some spare clothes and other things.
The reason why he chose this place is that Jimmy believes that Chinatown here in Paris should be the same as Chinatown in New York. There is no surveillance, and everyone is Chinese, which makes it easier for him to blend in and avoid being tracked. Even if he buys something, no one will know. .
Because it was winter, Jimmy's spare clothes were a few long-neck sweaters and thick hooded sweatshirts, as well as several scarves, pants, shoes, and gloves. If there is a need, he doesn't want the things he brought to appear in any place where they shouldn't appear.
In a well-hidden mobile phone store, Jimmy not only bought a bearer phone, but also a second-hand walkie-talkie. Of course, the frequency used by the Paris police was given by the boss for money. The reason why Jimmy knows that he must have this is because it is the same in New York. As long as you give money, they can take out what you want from the nook and cranny, which is nothing more than money.
Carrying a bunch of things, Jimmy took a taxi back to the hotel, sorted the things into the suitcase, and felt relieved. After going out for dinner, Jimmy came back and continued to study where to go tomorrow, while putting on his earphones and listening to the conversation on the walkie-talkie.
What happened last night was so painful. Jimmy needs to follow the police radio prompts to avoid accident-prone areas, otherwise he will not be able to help but kill him. Even without a gun in his hand, for him, Using what he learned in the FBI to build a few small gang strongholds is not a big problem, especially if he has cheats.
The next day, the weather cleared up. Jimmy went straight to the Louvre early in the morning. This was his goal today. After looking around Paris, it seemed that apart from shopping, there was nothing else he was particularly interested in. Jimmy planned to finish the tour first and make his own choice. place and then get ready to leave.
(End of chapter)
