Chapter 421: Night Doesn't Belong to the Government!
In Paris, there is a party in a small bar called "nΓ©anmoins".
Suddenly, a stumbling figure rushed in, and the door was trembling, as if it was about to break in the next second.
The people inside were all quiet, looking at the people in unison, a young man with a cockscomb, eye shadow, and high boots, his thin cheeks were sunken in, and the bridge of his nose was high, like an addict.
"Hey, Cantona, are you going to break my door? You reckless bastard! The big-nosed boss at the counter spoke first, raised his hand and shouted dissatisfiedly, saying that he was going to get the broom on the side, and he didn't agree with the trend of doing it.
The cockscomb head with the same name as the great French star obviously did not have the temper of the French star, and when he saw the boss's posture, he shrank his head in fright, hurriedly raised his hand, showing a surrender appearance, and shouted loudly, "I'm here to tell you good news, damn it, Brian, if you drive me away, I'll never come to your little fly bar again, you'll lose a great... Postman! β
The boss's big muffled hand slapped the table and let out a "Boom!" With a bang, the wine glasses on the table jumped, only to see that the palm on the table only had three fingers, and Brian squeezed the old round face fiercely, "If you don't bring good news, I'll block your py with a billiard bat!" β
The customers who were doing it all laughed, and some even whistled and shouted to see the feat of anal plugging billiard bats.
The corners of the cockscomb's mouth twitched slightly, he rolled his eyes and directly ignored the other party's warning, clapped his hands, and tried to make himself almost excited, "Guys, that damn broken website finally has another task up and down, half a million euros!" β
There was silence in the crowd, followed by an uproar.
"Half a million euros, OMG! OMG. An elderly man with missing front teeth stood up, dressed as a cowboy, the fishtail at the corner of his eyes trembled slightly, his cloudy eyes burst out with jealous greed, and the wrinkles on his face were huddled together.
"Yes, Daddy Kenny, half a million euros, need to find out the cause of Jessica's death." Cantona, the head of the cockscomb, respected the old man very much, and deliberately bent down and whispered, as if he was afraid that the other party would not know Jessica, and sorted out the language explanation, "Jessica is..."
"I know, I'm not an idiot who only focuses on football, am I just that weird?" The old man rolled his eyes with a look of disdain, the gray nails shook in the wine glass stretched to the side, put it in his mouth, and sucked it hard, it was a little aftertaste, a little disgusting, his eyes were shining, "This taste... It's like a fine x. β
The cockscomb head and the others all had facial twitches, don't look away, pretend not to see it.
This Kenny looks disgusting, but it's really famous in Paris... Detective!
He has helped the police department solve the case, the Paris perverted murder case, the grass corpse mutilation case, and the wild dog corpse case, which is logically famous, but the strange thing about this guy is that he likes to be quiet and only accepts business with commissions, and around him, many undesirable detectives live on him, forming a "detective" force in the Paris underworld.
Just give money!
Your wife has several concubines to check for you to see if your son is like you...
"It seems that we have business to do next, is there a way to contact the publisher?" Kenny's next words are addressed to Cantona.
Cockscomb shook his head and frowned, "There is no contact information on the broken website, but there is only one address, I checked, it is a grocery store, there is only a black fat man in it, no, man, I didn't say you, you are much more handsome than the black man." He waved his hand at a black man who was glaring at him, but it always sounded a little harsh.
"You damn it, I want to pluck the hair off your body!" The black man clenched his fists and stood up with a hideous face, but Kenny pulled him back, and the old man tilted his head and touched his chin, "Looks like this employer is still a man of status." β
"It could be a man who has a one-night stand with Jessica to avenge love, like the love stories written by disgusting writers." The boss Brian propped his chin, his body was not too high, and the pair of were on the counter, looking a little redundant, shrugging his shoulders, "However, this 500,000 euros seems to have been delivered to your door, Kenny, your nickname is: Police Dog!" β
Before he could finish his words, he laughed first.
Kenny nodded in satisfaction, whistled, and smugly cracked his mouth, his front teeth leaking a little, "Guys, we're going to work!" Don't let other damn detective groups get ahead of you. β
"Whew!" The cockscomb raised its hands and roared, but the action... It was abrupt in the silence around him, and everyone around him looked at him with idiot eyes, and Cantona lowered his head, a little ashamed.
Kenny straightened his clothes, picked his nose very casually, and shook it in his wine glass a few more times before picking up the hat on the table, putting his back gloves on his head, and walking straight out the door, leaving a sentence, "Night, not of the government!" β
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Gao Jun tiredly frustrated his face with water, cheered up, raised his head, his eyes in the mirror were a little bloodshot, and not far behind him stood Peter, looking around, as long as there was any movement, he could protect him as soon as possible.
"Let's go." Gao Jun tore off two pieces of paper, wiped his face dry, shook his head, and walked out of the bathroom.
On the VIP channel, Sosfia and others were waiting, and after seeing the boss come out, they walked out of the airport around him, and there was also a wave of people waiting outside, the leader was Proswan's Emery, this guy was also in high spirits at this time, followed by several bodyguards, when he saw Gao Jun coming out, his eyes lit up, and he trotted over and stretched out his hand, "Mr. Gao, long time no see." β
"Good evening, Mr. Emory." Gao Jun directly gave the other party a bear hug, which made Emery stunned, but after coming back to his senses, he hurriedly pointed outside, "Our car is outside, and I have already booked the Hilton Hotel for you." β
"Thank you very much." Gao Jun thanked him, and walked into the leading Rolls-Royce side by side with Emery, and the other bodyguards sat in the Audi in the back. It's very attractive, and you can tell at first glance that you are rich.
Emery personally lit Gao Jun's cigar and smiled, "Mr. Soros and Mr. Jimmy have also arrived, and Proswan has won the bidding place for the procurement of the French Ministry of Defense." β
Gao Jun snapped his fingers and nodded with great satisfaction.
This Emery is really a talent, although he is a little greedy, but at least he can suppress him now, and that's enough!
"This time, we're going to take a third!" Gao Jun suddenly said, which made Emery stunned, his eyes widened, turned his head, and looked at Gao Jun on the side, the cigarette butt on the latter's mouth appeared and disappeared from time to time, and there was something indescribable in his eyes... Assertive!
Emery found that compared with the last time he wanted to meet, Gao Jun at this time was full of charm.
It's like a young lion, expanding his territory!
But one-third of the benefits are a billion dollars, and just thinking about it, my breath is a little tight.
Will those damned big brothers in Europe be willing to give in?
β¦β¦ I want to talk about "The Strongest Arms Dealer" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~