Gao Jun was stunned and blurted out, "GCP? What about the dish? ”

He Ping's old face turned red all of a sudden, he trembled with anger, raised his head and said unwillingly, "If it weren't for your sneak attack, I could throw you out, believe it or not, come, let's come again." ”

He Ping has always been proud to be a member of the GCP Paratrooper Commando.

You must know that it is still the most elite assault force of all the French Foreign Legion, they are present in all the hot spots of the world, they are extremely combative, and they are very inclusive, so that this force is crouching tiger, hidden dragon... To be promoted to sergeant in this unit, He Ping naturally has his own ability, he is one of only two Chinese, and the other is still cleaning toilets.

"Don't waste your strength, young man, you were still living in the mud in the camp when we were desperate in Baghdad."

Gao Jun patted the non-existent dirt on his body, and walked outside, when Peter passed by He Ping's side, he stopped and glanced at it condescendingly, "Do you want to become stronger?" Keep up with us. ”

He Ping looked at the bodyguard team following Gao Jun, his eyes were fixed, he didn't pay attention to it before, but now he looks at it, all of them are strong men, the muscles on his arms are tied up, and everyone has the spirit of marching, and their actions are clean and neat, not like ordinary bodyguards can have at all.

The environment cultivates different temperaments, which are inexplicable, but peers can feel it.

He Ping hesitated for a while, but still got up, helped He Yahui up with Xia Mo, and walked out behind Gao Jun.

……

The people on the first floor who watched the excitement all watched with gloomy, deep thought, or joy, and different expressions coming down from above, and many rich people with a little worth in the shocked seats all stood up.

Vice President of Renault, Head of Airbus Europe, Director of Finance in Paris, President of the Woolford supermarket chain...

All of them are billionaires and powerful officials worth hundreds of millions of euros.

Why are they all gathered on the second floor, discussing the future direction of the French economy?

The reporters were all on fire at the G-spot, their brains were already brewing eye-catching headlines and content, it was definitely a grand event, and most importantly, someone was actually injured in the party, which was the key point.

"Huh? Who is this man? An old reporter who was stuck in the best position saw Gao Jun and others coming down from the upper floor, was slightly stunned, turned his head and asked his companions next to him, "Is there such a young rich Asian-American man in Paris?" ”

"I don't know, those Asians are very low-key, Moss, maybe you go out to the bathroom, that's what they contracted..."The companion joked, although the old reporter didn't find it funny at all, his instinct to work on the front line all year round told him that this Asian is important!

Moss's heart moved, focusing the camera on Gao Jun's face, aiming at him for four or five shots in a row, suddenly, he saw through the camera that the other party suddenly turned his head and looked towards him, his eyes were grim like a vulture in the wild, staring at him stiffly.

"Gollum." Moss swallowed in horror and hurriedly put the camera down.

…

"Boss, do you need to get him to delete the photos?" Peter asked in a deep voice that as long as Gao Jun gave him an order, he would destroy the reporter's camera even if he smashed it.

"No, I don't." Gao Jun waved his hand, he was a little naturally repulsed by the light, what he liked to do most was to be a merchant of death in the dark, and he hated being posted in the newspaper like a clown, "Let's leave quickly." ”

Peter nodded, intentionally or unintentionally, standing on the side of Gao Jun, helping him cover the camera, and the group walked quickly towards Carusele Hall.

…

Moss breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped the sweat stains on his forehead a little nervously, he was afraid that the bodyguards would come over to ask for the negatives, and when the time came, would he give it himself or not? It's possible not to be beaten, this kind of thing hasn't happened, when he went to interview a French diplomat with other reporters, he had a conflict with the bodyguards, and he was beaten so miserably...

Watching the backs of Gao Jun and the others gradually disappear, he hesitated, cut out the memory of the negative, put it in his bag, and replaced it with a new one, he had to go back and check who this person was.

The reporter's curiosity is the strongest except for cats, and their inexplicable mortality rate is also high for a long time.

…

Standing outside the Louvre with a cold breeze, it was comfortable that people couldn't help but squint their eyes, Lincoln was already parked at the door, and when he turned around, he was about to greet Xia Mo and the others to get into the car, when he heard the phone in Peter's pocket ringing.

Peter took it out and looked at Gao Jun, "German." ”

Gao Jun raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to take the phone, pressed the call, and didn't speak, only to hear that the other side seemed to use a voice changer, a little hoarse, "Domenille Street, inside the mascot at the door of the Segbona Cafe, let people take it." ”

After saying that, he hung up directly, Gao Jun frowned and threw the phone to Peter, looked back at Xia Mo and the others, and hooked his hand at Peter, who leaned his ear over and listened to Gao Jun's instructions.

"When you bring the things, you come back." Gao Jun patted Peter on the shoulder and said.

"Understood." Peter nodded, and very cleverly opened the car door to let Gao Jun sit in, and as soon as one foot stepped in, Gao Jun turned back and said, "I'll let someone open a room for you, follow me." ”

"I..." He Ping scratched his head, wanting to refuse, but as soon as he opened his mouth to say a word, he saw Gao Jun's car door being slammed shut, and he could only ask Xia Mo depressedly, "Why do you like such a dictateur?" ”

Xia Mo's eyes darkened, and she was also very disappointed in her heart, Gao Jun never said a word to her from beginning to end, and even looked at her.

"Am I just that annoying you?" Xia Mo's heart trembled, a little distracted, He Ping saw that he hated him in this state, snorted coldly, and helped He Yahui into the car.

…

Watching Lincoln's car drive away, Peter's face was grim, and he said to the bodyguards who helped him stay, "Let's go, go to Domeniel Street." ”

The two jumped into another Audi car and drove towards their destination, this night was close to eleven o'clock the pedestrians on the road gradually sparse, the security in France itself was not very good, and the people who drove out of the door at night were fighters.

Avenue Domenier is in the fourth block, is one of the famous streets in France, mainly operating petty bourgeois cafes, afternoon tea, etc., at night it is like a quiet street like a dead street, but there is also a place with lights, Peter commanded the bodyguards to drive the car over.

It was a café with Segbona written on the door, and a small mascot puppet stood with its mouth open.

"You're waiting here." Peter said to his companion, who nodded in understanding, and he got out of the car and patted the mascot on the head, and looked inside, but no one could be seen, but he could hear someone singing inside.

There aren't many people here at night, and it's easy for the faint-hearted to get upset.

But Peter is also a master of the arts, he stuffed his hand into the mascot's mouth, touched it left and right a few times, and his fingers really touched something hard, his face was happy, he lifted it with one hand, and there was some weight, he almost grabbed it, and it took a little effort to pull out a small black handbag from it, which was still shrunk on it, Peter suppressed the urge to open it, and walked to the car with the box.

But as soon as he took two steps, a rough question sounded behind him.

"Stop! Who are you...?! ”

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