The night in Paris is filled with the smell of luxury, and even the moaning of women in the air can be heard almost clearly.

The tires of the Rolls-Royce rolled over the pool, and the splashed sewage sprayed towards the side, and the pedestrians who didn't have time to dodge on the side were all over, and they raised their middle fingers in the back in a rage, and scolded in their mouths, nothing more than two sentences, rich and great?

But to a certain extent, having money is really amazing! Gao Jun felt that this cigar was a little choking, frowned, and threw it into the ashtray in front of him, which was enough space for him to Erlang's legs, and said flatly, "If you can give me a list of companies participating in the bidding tomorrow, I like to study my opponents first." ”

Emory nodded, which was to be expected.

In the mall, you always have to see which one is the real opponent, and if the boat capsizes, it will be the real fool.

"That's right... There is one more thing..."Gao Jun seemed to think of something, just halfway through speaking, the car seemed to hit something, and it made a loud noise, even if the brakes were fast, but this inertia still made Gao Jun and the others a little uncomfortable, and Sosphia hit his head in front of him, and screamed in pain.

"What's going on?!" Emery steadied himself a little embarrassed, and patted the driver's shoulder angrily, "How did you drive?" After he finished speaking, he looked at Gao Jun nervously, and was relieved to find that the latter was fine, and his face was gloomy.

"Old... Boss! The driver hurriedly unbuckled his seat belt, swallowed his saliva, and raised his head very nervously, the glass in the upper right corner of the Rolls-Royce had also cracked, and there was a thin body lying on the ground, struggling to get up, but even if the speed was not fast, it was obviously injured by such a hit.

And at this moment, a group of people rushed out of the bar on the side!

There are still beer bottles in his hands, and there are people who are serious and holding something like a machete, and the leader is a bald head, and the other party looks at the stopped Rolls-Royce, grunts, stops, and opens his hand, stopping the excited little brothers.

"Chief, this... What's going on? The sharp-eyed little brother looked at this situation and instantly turned green with fright, is this a collision with a rich man?

The bald head pursed his mouth and didn't speak, but when he saw him like that, he was actually very scared, and his legs were trembling.

The Audi car behind the convoy opened the door at the same time, and nearly a dozen bodyguards in suits got out, staring at them with unkind faces, all of them were close to one meter nine in height, and they were a little scary when they stood there, and the most important thing was that there were bodyguards who came to the suit slightly, revealing the sticks inside, after all, guns are not allowed in France, if they are found by the police, and the bodyguards will have a gun, there will be a lot of trouble.

"What do you want to do?" Peter broke the deadlock first with a calm face.

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding... It was this man who didn't give money, so we rushed out and tried to catch him. The bald head reacted quickly, pointing to the thin young man rolling on the ground and wailing, and raised his hand to indicate that he was not aggressive.

Peter slowly turned his head and looked through the glass at the big guy sitting inside, who was talking to Sosphia, and after half a ring, the car window was drawn down, and he heard the secretary turn his head and say, "The boss said that as long as the car is damaged and the money is lost, we don't care about the rest." ”

The bald head breathed a sigh of relief, and directly began to rush to say, "We are willing to pay for maintenance." ”

Gao Jun's eyes flashed in the car, a little surprised, you must know that the cheapest Rolls-Royce is close to hundreds of thousands of dollars, this piece of glass is not sky-high, but it is enough to make people feel distressed, but this gang of people who look like gangsters don't even blink their eyes, but what does it matter to Gao Jun?

As long as there is no direct interest relationship with Gao Jun, even if it is the end of the world, Gao Jun can hang high, nosy people die quickly, the bald head said something to the little brother next to him, and the latter trotted into the bar, and after about two or three minutes, Ma Tsai ran out panting with a suitcase and handed it to the bald head.

"These are apologies." Bald and smiling, he handed the box to Peter.

He has been able to take root in Paris for so long, so he naturally understands that some people can't be offended, at least, it's not a little person like him who can be provoked, it's better to be honest.

"Let's go." Gao Jun didn't bother to say, and waved his hand to instruct.

The bald head watched the convoy leave, and when he couldn't see their taillights, he walked to the wounded man who fell to the ground with a cruel smile, lifted his trouser legs, squatted down, grabbed the other party's hair with his hand, and backhanded the other hand was a few slaps, and the other party's cheeks instantly swelled into a pig's head, and the small eyes opened vigorously, wanting to ask for mercy.

"Jessica's bitch left you such a brother, I'm sorry, someone gave me money to kill you and go to God, don't blame me." The bald head leaned his head over and whispered, the injured man's pupils shrank, and before he could react, his abdomen suddenly hurt, and a sharp blade pierced his chest directly.

"Don't blame me," said the bald head faintly.

…

In a luxuriously decorated office somewhere in Paris, there was no light, but a figure could be faintly seen, sitting in a swivel chair with his back to the window, the moonlight shining through, carving his shadow right on the wall, carrying a microphone, and his voice hoarse.

"He's coming, I've received news that the vultures of Baghdad are coming from the Middle East with the smell of carrion, and that's with a little cub of German descent."

"Do you want to catch this vulture?" I don't know who it is on the other end of the phone, but the voice is like a high-powered high-level executive, slightly revealing a bit of domineering control of the situation, as if... Gao Jun is not worth mentioning in his eyes!

"The two wolves in Spain are also in Germany, I don't want to be caught by them, I don't have your background, sir." The man sneered and said very open-mindedly, "Anyone can kill me." ”

"And what do you want to do?"

"When the time comes, it will be clear that he is manipulating Provence and wants to win the order for Gallic chickens, and I will not let him do it!" There was hysterical madness in his tone, and his hatred for Gao Jun was like substance.

When the person on the other side heard him say this, he muttered for a long time before he said lightly, "Don't mess around, if you die, the organization will not avenge you..."

"I understand, sir!"

There was not much nonsense between the two of them, when the hang-up sound on the phone rang rhythmically, he threw away the microphone casually, turned around slowly, half of his face was revealed in the moonlight, his right eye flashed with anger, and he took out a yellowed photo from his jacket pocket, which looked black and white, and the background above was a mud house, and there were two thirteen or fourteen-year-old children in front of him holding each other's shoulders, smiling very brightly.

"Squeak!"

He shook his hand vigorously, the corners of the photo were wrinkled, he gritted his teeth, and his eyes were red, "Nachai, I will definitely help you take revenge!" ”

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