Mu Yang walked over, grabbed Pierre's collar and said, "Please let me go now and take me to find that guy named Buck. △↗,"

In this way, Pierre was pulled outside by Muyangto, drove into a car, and the two drove to the 16th district of Paris.

There are 20 districts in Paris, and the 16th district is located west of the center of Paris. There are embassies from more than 20 countries, as well as churches and museums.

Walking through a street, Pierre parked his car in front of an old three-story building.

The building looks very dilapidated, with many green Tengman climbing outside the wall, each window is equipped with barbed wire, and a thick iron door at the entrance. Pierre got out of the car and rang it on the doorbell. A sound came from the doorbell: "It's so late, is there anything wrong?"

"I'm looking for Buck, I'm Pierre, Pierre in the Montmartre neighborhood." Pierre said.

"Wait." There was no sound at the door.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the big iron door sounded and then the iron door opened automatically. Pierre took Mu Yang into it. It seemed that this guy was still very familiar with this place.

A bald black man appeared at the door of the building without saying a word. He glanced at the two of them, then turned around and walked to the hall with them.

"Pierre, why are you here to come to me so late? We have nothing to do with each other." A black man in his forties and very thin, said on the sofa, but it seems that his relationship with Pierre is not very good. When he saw Pierre coming in, he didn't even get up.

"I'm looking for you to get a certificate, this friend wants it. I'm just an introducer." Pierre said expressionlessly.

The thin black man turned to look at Mu Yang, "Asian, Chinese, Japanese or Korean."

"How much does it cost to have a document?" Mu Yang asked directly without answering such a boring question.

"It depends on what you do?" Buck shrugged.

“Everything can be used.”

"That's impossible. At most, you can use a plane, but there is also a risk of being found. If you want to find a job with a fake passport or something, it's completely fine to deal with the police."

"Isn't there anything better? I can pay more."

After Mu Yang said this, Pierre felt ache in his heart. It was all his own money.

"Unless you are assigned to another person with legal status and apply his identity information. But when you are under inspection, I don't know whether I can pass the test." Buck said.

When Mu Yang heard this, his eyes lit up. Yes, why do you need to make a fake certificate? Get a few fake passports. You have the ability to transform and you can go anywhere.

Thinking of this, Mu Yang had already made up his mind to stop doing it, and it was still dangerous to spend money. Isn’t it enough to steal a few passports by himself?

But there is also a problem, that is, in this world, I will not have a legal identity and cannot have a credit card. It seems that I can only use cash.

I heard Buck continue, "I have a lot of passports here. I promise they are all true. You can get one, which looks similar to you, and you oriental people have the same faces. You should be able to deal with the police."

"Do you have many passports?" Mu Yang asked.

Pierre interrupted and explained, "Their passports were stolen from near the airport, and they were made into fake documents with these real passports, so it would not be easy to find out."

"Then let me see, I'm going to buy some," Mu Yang said.

"Some, do you need a lot?"

“Depending on the situation.”

"Okay, you can do whatever you want. Anyway, 1,000 euros per book, you can do as much as you like." Buck said.

Anyway, they were all stolen, and they only charged 1,000 euros when they sold them after they were done. Now they can receive 1,000 euros by selling these documents. It is absolutely time-saving and labor-saving and making money.

The bald black man took out a box and poured the things inside directly onto the table. Good guys, piles of passports from all countries, all of whom were catching up with the United Nations General Assembly.

Mu Yang carefully selected it. French, American, British, Malta, Moroccan, Vatican, and there are all over the world. They don’t even let go of the people of the Vatican, the hometown of God, so what else can’t be found?

Mu Yang quickly picked out a stack of them, all of which were very new, and the latest one was just the date of signing last month. Although it is very likely that these passports have been reported to be lost in the country, it doesn’t matter. As long as you don’t go to the country where the passport issuance, other countries will not be able to find it out.

A total of eleven passports were given, and Buck also gave a discount of 10,000 euros.

Mu Yang must have lost money, but Mu Yang didn't care. It would be great if he could save trouble, so he would save himself from stealing.

"Sir, your business is done. Can I go back?" Pierre asked in a low voice on the way back.

"Then put me on the side of the road." Mu Yang said.

The car stopped on the side of the road, and Mu Yang got off the bus and said, "Mr. Pierre, if there is anything, I will go to find you."

This sentence made Pierre tremble all over and then drove away quickly.

Pierre drove back to his old nest in the car, and the beaten men have recovered now. Mu Yang did not take any action, but they just lost their ability to move in an instant.

The broken revolver was placed on the table, probably because his subordinates put it here, this is the commemorative collector's edition of his favorite Smith Wesson revolver.

Of course, he was not worried about these things now. After all, 300,000 euros were lost. He looked at the cut-off barrel carefully. The fracture was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no touching burrs, as if it had been cut by a laser.

He was completely shocked by Mu Yang's moment, otherwise he would not have been obedient and paid and did things.

In his heart, Mu Yang was already a mysterious person, and had risen to the level of Agents of SHIELD.

"Where is Nick, call that bastard for me." After putting away the wreckage of the pistol, Pierre finally remembered his good nephew Nick. If it weren't for the evil star he attracted, how could he lose 300,000 euros and be so frightened.

"Boss, Nick went to the hospital for treatment of his injury. His nose needs to be sutured." said the subordinate.

"You bring two people with you and go to the hospital. When Nick has undergone the operation, I can't wait. No matter how late I have to bring them back, I will break his legs with my own hands." Pierre said angrily.

After Mu Yang got off the bus, he saw that it was already 11 o'clock in the evening. Although the lanterns were still there, there were obviously fewer pedestrians and vehicles. The tired birds returned to the forest, so he found a place to rest.

Muyang stopped a taxi and came to the Paris Villa Hotel. Now he has the identity and money, so he can check in for himself.
Chapter completed!