In the Hilton Penthouse Suite, Blair, dressed in an Armani suit, sits in front of a mirror, where a top makeup artist hired from Sassoon is working on his creative inspiration.

He is very satisfied with his British style, he was born in France, this country is full of a breath of Lang, both men and women try their best to show their good side, Blair, who grew up in the upper class since childhood, also pays more attention to his usual dressing, after all, for the vast majority of women, in order to impress them, their own decoration is very necessary.

Tonight was an extremely important night for him, in addition to the wolf ambition of the Han family's woman herself, at the same time, his father, the supreme commander of the Foreign Legion, also gave him a "political task" that must be completed, to achieve the goal of marriage with the Han family as much as possible, and to do whatever it takes.

For this task, which is more cost-effective no matter how you look at it, Blair also attaches great importance to and delights.

Because that oriental woman has been seducing him since the first meeting.

In order for him to successfully achieve his goal, Blair's father also specially sent the commander of the operations department, Raymond, who has been in the limelight in the Foreign Legion in recent years, to assist him.

However, he felt very disimpressed by his father's confirmation。。。。。。

Blair looked at the man sitting on the sofa with his head bowed and didn't know what to think from the perspective of the mirror, and a look of impatience appeared on his face.

To be honest, he doesn't particularly like Raymond, and he doesn't appreciate it much, Blair always feels that this man's body is full of an indescribable gloomy atmosphere, every time he sees him, Blair feels that this man has just come back from hell, and there is a terrifying aura on his body, which makes people extremely uncomfortable.

But he couldn't refute his father's decision, and even if he didn't like it, he had to accept it.

At the same time, he also knows that Raymond does have an unparalleled status in the Foreign Legion, and in recent years, he has been behind many large-scale operations of the Foreign Legion, and every action without exception can be said to be a triumphant return, which has also raised the status of the Foreign Legion in the mercenary world to a higher level.

It can be said that Raymond is now a very clear benchmark for the unruly mercenaries of the Foreign Legion.

Raymond sat on the sofa in the living room, slowly flipping through a stack of materials that already looked very broken, and said that it was broken, because not a single page of the dozen pages of information from head to toe was intact, not even much better than the straw paper in the trash can.

This stack of materials has been carried around by him for a while now, and when he has time, he takes it out and reads it carefully, hoping to discover details that he has not noticed.

Don't get tired of watching it!

He's been in the habit for many years, and he likes to do his best to study and analyse any opponent he is interested in, and that's one of the reasons why he has a winning record, which is sometimes a pleasure for him.

It's a pity that he has a feeling of being overwhelmed for a long time recently, and the invincible victories have made Raymond not meet his opponent for a long time, and sometimes he is even looking forward to an opponent who can compete with him, otherwise he really doesn't know if his next goal is still what he will do.

But this situation has changed recently, because it was not until the emergence of a young man.

A man who makes his blood boil a little。。。。。。

"Well, that Oriental"

Blair stood up in front of the mirror and tried to come up with a person's name, then frowned and said, "It seems that he is a Chinese man called Hu Bandit, so he deserves your attention?"

Raymond continued to look at the information in his hand, and said lightly without raising his head: "Many people who despise him have already tasted serious consequences, so much so that they may regret not being the first when they cry to Satan."

The corners of Blair's mouth twitched, and he took a cigar from the entourage behind him and lit it and said indifferently: "Maybe his opponent is too incompetent, oh, or maybe you are too sensitive"

"It may be his luck that an opponent is incompetent, but if every opponent is incompetent, it means that it is his ability" Raymond put down the information in his hand, stared at him expressionlessly and said seriously: "I advise you to put away such childish thoughts, otherwise the next person to go to hell may be you"

"Haha, haha"

Blair craned his neck and laughed exaggeratedly: "He, why does he? want me to go to hell just because he's only been a fledgling for a year and a half?"

Blair waved his hand to stop Raymond, who wanted to speak, sat down next to him and said, "You're too worried"

Raymond laughed self-deprecatingly, for this ignorant Second Ancestor, he had given up the idea of persuasion, this useless person who lived on his father's wings did not know what a mercenary was.

If it weren't for the news that Hu Bandit would appear at the coming-of-age ceremony held by the Han family in New York for Han calligraphy and painting, he wouldn't have come over.

Raymond walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and looked down, and said in a tone that was still unfluctuating: "I solemnly advise you once, how far away you will be after meeting the bandits this time, how far will you hide, you... Not his opponent."

Blair rolled his eyes, simply turned around and smoked his cigar one by one and said: "Take care of yourself, as for me, you don't have to worry, look at the person behind me, the best bodyguard team of the Foreign Legion, what can he do?"

Although there was no expression on his face, he couldn't help but think disdainfully in his mind, "Raymond, how can you become the pillar of our Foreign Legion?"

Raymond didn't look back and knew that the second ancestor behind him didn't listen to what he said, and his face must have shown a look of disapproval, and he couldn't help but sigh helplessly in his heart, this oil bottle may be his Achilles' heel。。。。。。

New York, day and night, seems to be always full of exhilarating passion in this city, even if it is late in the evening, it is still full of hustle and bustle, and it is not weaker than daytime.

After the sky was already dark, Hu Bandit and Su Mingtu walked out of the Hilton Hotel, came to the parking lot below and boarded the dilapidated truck, which was the only means of transportation that the two of them could use in New York.

This time it was Su Mingtu who was driving, and after the roaring engine of the truck sounded, he stepped on the accelerator, turned the steering wheel a little stiffly, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Isn't that Lamborghini in Las Vegas now surnamed Hu? Why are you still throwing it there, aren't you afraid that it will rust?"

"Low-key, low-key is king"

Hu Bandit put his foot on the car window and said without any image: "Are you afraid that our goal is not obvious enough?

Su Mingtu said with some sadness: "Put away your little poor peasant thoughts, where is this? It's the United States, it's New York, do you think it's your northeastern countryside? You can win the attention of most people by driving a four-wheeled car? Even if you drive a helicopter here, not many people will pay attention to you, not to mention your broken car that has been passed by people no longer know how many hands."

Hu Bandit nodded thoughtfully, and said with some regret: "This is reasonable."

"Forget it, you still didn't say it, but fortunately, there is one thing that can give me some comfort in my heart," Su Mingtu said appointedly.

"Tell me, it's not easy for you to get that comfort, right?" asked the bandit, turning his head.

Su Mingtu sighed, patted the steering wheel in his hand and said, "At least the movement of this broken car can sound like a sports car, loud enough."

"It's good to have some open"

Hu Bandit comforted himself and said: "It's much better than you running forward, be content"

Su Mingtu looked out the window helplessly, he was really too lazy to educate the man around him who could make do with everything.

The car drove all the way out of the city of New York City, until it drove to the suburbs, on the road to the Han family manor, Su Mingtu completely turned the grief and anger in his heart into an inexplicable power, and stepped on the accelerator with his right foot, hoping to drive the broken truck out of the style of a sports car.

However, it backfired and it was too unrealistic, after the BMW in front of him flew quickly but he couldn't even see the taillights, Su Mingtu said with emotion: "I saw that BMW go away, but I couldn't do anything, not because my engine was not good, but because my car chain fell off."

Hu Bandit laughed and scolded with a smile: "You think this is a bicycle."

Su Mingtu rolled his eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you know this is not a bicycle?"

Ignoring his indignation, the bandit curled up in his seat and said, "Tell me when you get there."

There was silence all the way, the truck swayed on the road at a miserable speed, and the two of them had lost any intention to speak by the bumps, and at this time it was the best way to save physical strength by saying two words less.

At eight o'clock in the evening, outside a brightly lit manor, Hu Bandit and Su Mingtu sat in the car and lit a cigarette, and after a moment of silence, Su Mingtu hesitated and said, "How can we get over?"

Hu Bandit smiled, moved his somewhat stiff body and said: "Let's just drive it like this, anyway, if you want to lose someone, let's throw it together, it's okay" [Serialized, stay tuned... This book is provided by (AP.), please support the genuine]

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