As soon as it was nightfall, several black cars drove on the road in front of the villa. Counting carefully, it turned out to be five Mercedes-Benz cars, with a black jewel-like body, which seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black light under the reflection of street lights. Five sedans drove into the villa and finally stopped on the vast courtyard in front of the villa.

At this time, a group of men wearing black suits, in high spirits, and exuding a fierce atmosphere from top to bottom of the villa, also walked out of the villa. Walking in the front was a handsome long-haired young man.

Compared with the black-clothed men beside him, there was no trace of breath coming out of the long-haired young man's body, as if the whole person had merged with the surrounding environment, and if he didn't look at it with his eyes, no one would feel his presence.

The long-haired young man and another man in a white tunic sat in the Mercedes-Benz sedan at the front, and the twelve men in black walked quickly to the four cars behind, opened the door, and sat in neatly.

These people are well-trained, and they will never drag their actions into the mud and water, and these people are steady, silent, and obviously not weak.

The car started, turned around and drove out of the villa, one after another, out of the villa courtyard, and after a while, disappeared silently on the road in front of the villa.

On the balcony on the second floor of the villa, a light veil fluttered in the wind, and a woman with black hair and blue eyes and a beautiful face quietly watched the convoy go away. Until the convoy disappeared in front of me, I still looked at it for a long time......

At the entrance to an ordinary three-story residential building in Paris, an old man with gray hair and eyes that didn't seem to be very good, wearing a pair of reading glasses, sat behind a desk and dozed off.

The table is behind the iron gate, the only entrance and exit of the residential building, next to the table is the staircase. This kind of old-fashioned building is very common and common in this community.

The people who live here are ordinary office workers, and the rent of this old-fashioned house is much cheaper than that of a house in a prosperous area.

Just like the urban villages in the big cities of China, although the transportation is not so convenient, the rent is cheap, but it also attracts the vast majority of young people who have just left school to find a job to rent a house here.

At this time, it is eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and there are still many young people walking around the streets of this old city. On both sides of the street, you can see scantily clad blonde beauties leaning against telephone poles or leaning against walls, waving to passing young men, middle-aged uncles, and even white-haired old men.

These women seem to be the legendary Western "street girls".

At the entrance to the street of the old town, a dazzling light suddenly appeared, and then there were bursts of cheers and shrill whistles at the entrance of the street.

Immediately, I saw high-end black cars slowly driving into the street leading to the heart of the old town. Five cars, a silver-white circle in the middle of the front of the car, and a sign similar to the word "person" in the middle.

Mercedes, and five cars drove into the old town at the same time. Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street. Some good deeds even whistled again and again, coaxing on the side.

Five limousines silently moved forward, like five ghosts, towards the heart of the old town. Young people on the streets are avoiding it, who wants to be hit by a car?

After the convoy, people on the street were still talking, speculating about who was in the car. Who has such a big deal to dispatch five high-end cars of great value at once.

There are a lot of rich people in Paris, even billionaires, but the rich have high-end residential areas for the rich, and the old town is like this, and the rich are afraid to go to the old town, especially at night.

Five cars, traversing the cobweb-like streets of the old town, finally stopped outside the gate of a courtyard. In the courtyard, there was a three-story building, and at the entrance of the building there was a table, and behind the table was a white-haired old man.

At the moment when the five cars outside stopped silently, the old man who was dozing suddenly opened his eyes, at this moment, he was no longer the old janitor of the dragon clock, his eyes were cloudy, and suddenly became like two bright stars, and two cold rays shot out of his eyes.

The old man seemed to have been reborn, and became energetic and domineering, as if a young soul lurking in his body had awakened at this moment.

The old man reached out and pressed a button under the table.

At this moment, the car door opened, and a black shiny leather shoe stepped on the bluestone road in front of the yard, making a dull sound. Then, a long-haired young man stooped out.

The slender and upright body, the handsome face like a demon, the calm demeanor and wise eyes, after one glance, people will never forget. The breeze blows, and the slightly longer hair flies wantonly, decadent and sexy.

More than a dozen men in black suits walked down one after another from the five cars, and they were all oriental faces. As soon as they appeared, a killing aura immediately permeated, and it felt like the wind and clouds had changed color.

The people on the nearby street who were watching the excitement immediately felt a chill rushing to their faces, and their faces immediately changed greatly, and they disappeared into the street in a panic.

The visual impact or psychological pressure that these dozens of people give to these ordinary people is incomparable, which makes these people feel fear, and the fear born from the bottom of their hearts.

"Master, this is it. A young man in a white tunic walked up to the long-haired young man and whispered.

"Well, let's go inside. The long-haired young man then walked towards the gate of the courtyard, which was made of two iron gates, two feet wide welded by black steel bars.

The iron door is locked because there is a combination lock on it. In developed countries, combination locks are a common thing, and even new housing in many countries are commonly used.

In the near future, people will be able to come and go without carrying heavy keys.

The seemingly thick, sturdy iron gate, under the raised hand of the long-haired youth, actually flew into the air like this, and smashed straight towards the entrance of the three-story building.

The old man behind the desk at the top of the stairs was taken aback, and slammed himself up from his chair, pushing his hands forward to block the smashing iron door.

At this time, the old man was like a male teacher who had woken up, and there was no old age that an old man should have. This old guy is hidden in the depths.