Chapter 136 An ordinary night in Paris
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Hen Kun De Guo San Sui
It's almost early in the morning and the night in Paris is thick. There are no crowds during the day or even in the evening. The whole street is so lonely that you can hear your own heartbeat.
An ordinary car with a logo was parked downstairs in a downtown apartment. A man was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette butt flickered brightly, illuminating the man's tired face.
The man's name is Rachel Pate. At this time, he is sitting in the car and thinking about his future. Speaking of it, it is also a bit magical.
At first, Rachel Pate was just drunk in an old working-class tavern in Paris, madly cursing his immediate boss, who was also the second-in-command of the Renault family, and who had just single-handedly planned the harbor attack a few days ago.
As for the reason, it is very simple. As the lowest-level task, Rachel Pate felt that he was going through life and death for his family, but he was aggrieved because he did not receive much reward.
Of course, he was still somewhat rational at that time and did not reveal anything about his family. Everyone thought that he was just a poor man who was being squeezed by his boss.
But as he drank more and more, Rachel Pate gradually lost himself and began to reprimand loudly in the pub. He even got so excited that he stood on a stool and gave an impromptu speech.
It may be that the people around are low-level migrant workers. Everyone is very interested in Rachel Pate's speech. Even because of alcohol, people are calling friends, and gradually the number of people in the pub is getting bigger and bigger. There are more and more people from various professions gathering together.
Reich Pate obviously has a personality that goes crazy when people come to him. The presence of so many people listening to his complaints made him feel more fulfilled and made his speech even more exciting.
Gradually, more and more people gathered, and they went from the pub to the street, and from the street to the square. Coincidentally, it was noon, which is the time when many French people go out to eat.
Rachel Pate's speech gradually attracted a large number of people, and people began to get angry and started to march around Rachel Pate.
As the saying goes, there are many people who like to eat melons, and even more people like to join in the fun. Coupled with some indescribable reasons, the parade gradually grew larger and larger, and even eventually developed into a general strike with French characteristics.
Originally, this accident would eventually be resolved according to the established routine, which was to compromise, negotiate, and finally promise some benefits. If the leader gave some benefits, the matter would be settled.
What's more, neither the Muggles nor the Ministry of Magic were so overwhelmed by the attack on the harbor that they had no time to deal with such small-scale demonstrations and strikes.
But fortunately, our old man Grindelwald happened to lead a group of tired and half-dead passers-by when they met the parade.
After both parties were French and had fully communicated the process, the two parties unanimously decided to target the Paris municipal government, and then began one of the grand French traditional performances.
When Rachel Pate sobered up the next day, she found that she was already the leader of one of the grand French traditional performances. She felt so devastated. The key was that she had drunk too much wine and could not remember it at all. what happened.
The frightened Rachel Pate immediately contacted his immediate boss in the family, that is, the dog-headed military counselor sitting in the passenger seat of Grindelwald. When the military counselor heard this, he said, good guy, this is great. If it succeeds, his little brother can have a baby. Establishment, one's own family can welcome another puppet.
Even if you take [-] steps back and fail, it can still muddy the waters, making it difficult for the authorities to trace what your family has done. Isn't this just giving away pillows when you are sleepy?
So the military adviser politely comforted Rachel Pate, and thoughtfully sent a chief of staff to Rachel Pate.
As for Rachel Pate's cry, if he said he couldn't do it, he was ignored by the military advisor. People in the Renault family couldn't say they couldn't do it. If they couldn't die, the military advisor wouldn't mind helping him buy a plane ticket to Thailand or something. After all, the family still has a lot of business.
At this time, Rachel Pate also finished his day's leadership work. He habitually smoked a cigarette in the car when he got home in the middle of the night. This habit only came into being a few days ago. This leader's job is actually more important than his own. I was much more tired when I was a gangster, and I had to move carefully under the supervision of the staff every day.
"If I can, I definitely don't want to do it again, damn it! I definitely have to quit drinking!" Rachel Pate put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and couldn't help but muttered.
Just as he was about to open the car door and get out of the car and return to the new home arranged by his family, Rachel Pate felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his whole body became weak and collapsed on his car seat.
With a crackling sound, this young leader who came from the Renault Group hastily ended his life after only one week on the strike.
Not long after, with a burst of banging sounds coming from the surroundings, a large group of men and women holding various small wooden sticks appeared out of thin air around Rachel Pate's car, and a surrounding situation was formed.
"Damn, there's a victim, use manifestation magic! Don't let this damn invisible heart-eating beast escape!" The man leading the group immediately issued an order.
Then, a large piece of golden smoke instantly filled the entire small square. Suddenly, a thin skin covered with bones, fingers as long as knives, and a ferocious-looking monster was possessed by the golden smoke, and could no longer maintain its invisibility magic. .
Fortunately, this monster was very agile. Even though it couldn't turn invisible, it relied on its strong skills to dodge the attacks of five or six people in an instant. It jumped into a dark alley in a blink of an eye. Several people saw it. Zhuang followed immediately.
As an Auror of the Ministry of Magic, he was teased many times by this invisible heart-eating beast used for experiments. Everyone was angry. After experiencing a series of roars from leaders, the team leader issued a military order. Today The culprit must be caught and brought to justice in the evening.
"Chase! We must not let him escape tonight! Damn it, are those officials brain-stricken? They want to import such dangerous creatures!" The man roared at his men when he saw the invisible heart-eating beast escaping.
A group of people immediately hurried into the alley. It was already midnight, and few people in Paris were still awake. Otherwise, with the momentum of this group of people, the Muggle police would probably have to call for military support if they came.
On the roof of the building not far away, two people were standing on the eaves and coldly watching everything happening below, "Niubi, these people are really bad. I can hit this little thing in just a few hits. They actually need so many people to chase and intercept them?”
The crouching figure complained viciously to the standing person. He was the man who cut Miranda's waist with his hands that night.
The man standing in a decent suit looked elegant and gentlemanly, with no trace of a Taoist priest at all. The "Taoist priest" shook his head and said softly, "Old Li, you are still too murderous. "
Although he was talking about the squatting man, the "Taoist" eyes never left Rachel Pate, who had expired in the car. If someone knew how to read lips, he might be able to see the "Taoist" He was reciting the rebirth mantra silently in his mouth.
An ordinary car with a logo was parked downstairs in a downtown apartment. A man was sitting in the car, smoking a cigarette. The cigarette butt flickered brightly, illuminating the man's tired face.
The man's name is Rachel Pate. At this time, he is sitting in the car and thinking about his future. Speaking of it, it is also a bit magical.
At first, Rachel Pate was just drunk in an old working-class tavern in Paris, madly cursing his immediate boss, who was also the second-in-command of the Renault family, and who had just single-handedly planned the harbor attack a few days ago.
As for the reason, it is very simple. As the lowest-level task, Rachel Pate felt that he was going through life and death for his family, but he was aggrieved because he did not receive much reward.
Of course, he was still somewhat rational at that time and did not reveal anything about his family. Everyone thought that he was just a poor man who was being squeezed by his boss.
But as he drank more and more, Rachel Pate gradually lost himself and began to reprimand loudly in the pub. He even got so excited that he stood on a stool and gave an impromptu speech.
It may be that the people around are low-level migrant workers. Everyone is very interested in Rachel Pate's speech. Even because of alcohol, people are calling friends, and gradually the number of people in the pub is getting bigger and bigger. There are more and more people from various professions gathering together.
Reich Pate obviously has a personality that goes crazy when people come to him. The presence of so many people listening to his complaints made him feel more fulfilled and made his speech even more exciting.
Gradually, more and more people gathered, and they went from the pub to the street, and from the street to the square. Coincidentally, it was noon, which is the time when many French people go out to eat.
Rachel Pate's speech gradually attracted a large number of people, and people began to get angry and started to march around Rachel Pate.
As the saying goes, there are many people who like to eat melons, and even more people like to join in the fun. Coupled with some indescribable reasons, the parade gradually grew larger and larger, and even eventually developed into a general strike with French characteristics.
Originally, this accident would eventually be resolved according to the established routine, which was to compromise, negotiate, and finally promise some benefits. If the leader gave some benefits, the matter would be settled.
What's more, neither the Muggles nor the Ministry of Magic were so overwhelmed by the attack on the harbor that they had no time to deal with such small-scale demonstrations and strikes.
But fortunately, our old man Grindelwald happened to lead a group of tired and half-dead passers-by when they met the parade.
After both parties were French and had fully communicated the process, the two parties unanimously decided to target the Paris municipal government, and then began one of the grand French traditional performances.
When Rachel Pate sobered up the next day, she found that she was already the leader of one of the grand French traditional performances. She felt so devastated. The key was that she had drunk too much wine and could not remember it at all. what happened.
The frightened Rachel Pate immediately contacted his immediate boss in the family, that is, the dog-headed military counselor sitting in the passenger seat of Grindelwald. When the military counselor heard this, he said, good guy, this is great. If it succeeds, his little brother can have a baby. Establishment, one's own family can welcome another puppet.
Even if you take [-] steps back and fail, it can still muddy the waters, making it difficult for the authorities to trace what your family has done. Isn't this just giving away pillows when you are sleepy?
So the military adviser politely comforted Rachel Pate, and thoughtfully sent a chief of staff to Rachel Pate.
As for Rachel Pate's cry, if he said he couldn't do it, he was ignored by the military advisor. People in the Renault family couldn't say they couldn't do it. If they couldn't die, the military advisor wouldn't mind helping him buy a plane ticket to Thailand or something. After all, the family still has a lot of business.
At this time, Rachel Pate also finished his day's leadership work. He habitually smoked a cigarette in the car when he got home in the middle of the night. This habit only came into being a few days ago. This leader's job is actually more important than his own. I was much more tired when I was a gangster, and I had to move carefully under the supervision of the staff every day.
"If I can, I definitely don't want to do it again, damn it! I definitely have to quit drinking!" Rachel Pate put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and couldn't help but muttered.
Just as he was about to open the car door and get out of the car and return to the new home arranged by his family, Rachel Pate felt a sharp pain in his chest, and then his whole body became weak and collapsed on his car seat.
With a crackling sound, this young leader who came from the Renault Group hastily ended his life after only one week on the strike.
Not long after, with a burst of banging sounds coming from the surroundings, a large group of men and women holding various small wooden sticks appeared out of thin air around Rachel Pate's car, and a surrounding situation was formed.
"Damn, there's a victim, use manifestation magic! Don't let this damn invisible heart-eating beast escape!" The man leading the group immediately issued an order.
Then, a large piece of golden smoke instantly filled the entire small square. Suddenly, a thin skin covered with bones, fingers as long as knives, and a ferocious-looking monster was possessed by the golden smoke, and could no longer maintain its invisibility magic. .
Fortunately, this monster was very agile. Even though it couldn't turn invisible, it relied on its strong skills to dodge the attacks of five or six people in an instant. It jumped into a dark alley in a blink of an eye. Several people saw it. Zhuang followed immediately.
As an Auror of the Ministry of Magic, he was teased many times by this invisible heart-eating beast used for experiments. Everyone was angry. After experiencing a series of roars from leaders, the team leader issued a military order. Today The culprit must be caught and brought to justice in the evening.
"Chase! We must not let him escape tonight! Damn it, are those officials brain-stricken? They want to import such dangerous creatures!" The man roared at his men when he saw the invisible heart-eating beast escaping.
A group of people immediately hurried into the alley. It was already midnight, and few people in Paris were still awake. Otherwise, with the momentum of this group of people, the Muggle police would probably have to call for military support if they came.
On the roof of the building not far away, two people were standing on the eaves and coldly watching everything happening below, "Niubi, these people are really bad. I can hit this little thing in just a few hits. They actually need so many people to chase and intercept them?”
The crouching figure complained viciously to the standing person. He was the man who cut Miranda's waist with his hands that night.
The man standing in a decent suit looked elegant and gentlemanly, with no trace of a Taoist priest at all. The "Taoist priest" shook his head and said softly, "Old Li, you are still too murderous. "
Although he was talking about the squatting man, the "Taoist" eyes never left Rachel Pate, who had expired in the car. If someone knew how to read lips, he might be able to see the "Taoist" He was reciting the rebirth mantra silently in his mouth.
