While Fisher was gearing up for his preparations, on the other side, James McCarron was also listening to his men's debriefings.

"Did he really buy that hotel?" James Macallan asked with interest as he played with the ornaments in his hand.

"Yes, it's because his dog likes that pool and he's a damn rich man!" A big bearded man sitting on the couch diagonally opposite Macallan shook his wine glass and couldn't help but admire.

"What do you mean by damn rich people? Firefly? "The Macallan was a little displeased, he had money, and according to him, he was a damn rich man!

"I'm envious, boss!" The man, known as the Firefly, waved his hand uninhibitedly, then picked up a bottle of royal salute from the table.

With a bang, a bottle of whiskey worth more than a thousand dollars was opened, and then the firefly picked up the bottle and blew a large gulp directly into his mouth.

Seeing that the other party was generally chewing peonies, The Macallan felt very sorry for his wine, of course, not because of the money, but because he felt sorry for the end of this bottle of wine, which was no different from the 15 yuan a bottle of whiskey.

"Drink less, there's still work to be done later!" Seeing that the royal salute was about to end, Macallan couldn't help but remind.

"You don't understand! For us Brits, this little whisky is just an appetizer! Firefly burped in satisfaction and sat up.

"Then our target for the night is those three weapons-grade uranium rods at the auction!"

"yes, God knows how those guys got out of a heavily guarded military base, but now he's mine!" Macallan first despised the original owner of the uranium rod, and then expressed his admiration for the warrior who made the uranium rod, if it were not for such a warrior, he would not have had the opportunity to make waves.

"Sir, we're done!" At this moment, a man in a suit pushed open the door and walked in, respectfully reporting to McCarron that there were several slightly hideous scars behind the man's ears.

"Let's go, I'm looking forward to the auction in the evening!" Macallan smiled and took his suit and walked out, there was already a long line of Mercedes-Benz cars parked outside his mansion, full of men in black, looking very pompous, it didn't look like a serious auction, but felt like a vigorous person to make trouble.

………………………………………………………………

A suburb of Paris

Lorysk Manor

As a building left by the Sun King period, Lorisque Manor is also like other castle estates in Paris, has ushered in countless owners, during the First World War, it was the official residence of Marshal Forci of France, and was lived by Hermann Meyer during World War II, after the war, because no heir could be found, Lorisque Manor was repossessed by the French government, and later sold because of financial problems, and the new owner was unidentified, leaving only the information that the buyer was a woman.

And now, the owner of this estate has chosen to hold a grand auction on the estate.

When Fisher drove into the estate in his Lamborghini, it was already eight o'clock in the evening.

"Your invitation, sir!" As soon as the car was parked, Fisher didn't have time to take a closer look at the manor's general situation when two black suits wearing headphones walked over.

"It looks like the evening event is quite formal!" Fisher pulled out the invitation and handed it to one of them.

"Sorry, have a nice evening!" After confirming the authenticity of the invitation, the black suit nodded respectfully, and then a waiter came over to lead Fisher to the venue.

"Is this your first time in France, sir?" The waiter who led Fisher seemed to be very talkative.

"I've been here a few times before, but this is the first time I've come to this manor, it looks like it's very good here, your boss must be very rich!"

"Thanks for the compliment, but our boss is just an ordinary businessman!"

The two walked through a path made of greenery, through a garden corridor that smelled with a charming scent, and straight ahead to the main building of the manor after crossing a long covered bridge.

"Boss, something has been brought!" Not long after Fisher entered, John and two bodyguards arrived with two black suitcases.

"The prophets, too, are in place!"

"Okay, I got it!" Fisher nodded, indicating that he understood.

Because the auction had not yet officially begun, the guests who came to the auction gathered in the banquet hall on the two floors of the main building, but almost all of them did not pay attention to the sumptuous meal on the long table in the center of the banquet hall, but gathered in groups to discuss the contents of the evening auction and the identity of the hosts.

Fisher scanned around and found that most of the people who came to the auction were arms dealers from Western Europe and Russia, and even a few acquaintances, from whom Fisher had dumped the rich stocks of the former Soviet Union.

The arms dealers also saw Fisher, and the two sides got together and chatted about gossip.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect to meet Mr. Fisher here, I don't know if there is something good that attracts you at tonight's auction!" A Russian businessman with a strong Russian accent wondered.

"I'm here to join in the fun, see if there are any good collectibles, buy some and go back to the store, and sell them when the price rises!"

"Oh, hehehe......" A group of businessmen could only hehe, hearing such a standard answer, isn't this nonsense, who came here for the purpose of not this, is it here to find a woman?

"Speaking of which, I heard that there will be nuclear warheads to be auctioned at tonight's auction, is it true?" A second-tier dealer from the Netherlands whispered.

"I've heard there's a vibranium auction tonight!" Not to be outdone, another businessman also bought his own channels.

Nuclear weapon? Vibranium? Everyone present turned their eyes to Fisher, among these customers, the only one who has the courage and the channel to use these things is Fisher, is Fisher's purpose?

"Don't look at me, I'm not interested in nuclear weapons!" It's the first time Fisher has heard of this auction and dares to sell warheads, so it stands to reason that there shouldn't be some secret service organization lurking in this place to stop the auction?

"Prophet, check your surroundings!" John, who was standing behind Fisher, asked in a whisper in the headset without Fisher's command.

"There's nothing unusual around, wait, there's a convoy!" The Prophet crouched afar on the fork of a large tree not far from the manor, and the sniper rifle in his hand was quickly aimed at the parking lot outside the manor.

"Sir, The Macallan is here! He brought a lot of people with him! The prophet in the cloak of optical invisibility couldn't help but sneer.

"This is other people's territory, and it is their freedom to bring as many people as they want!" Fisher took the juice and looked at the door.

In the next second, the wooden door of the banquet hall was pushed open, and then James McCarron, dressed in a white suit, walked in with his head held high, followed by a dozen bodyguards, who stood every two meters, facing the guards arranged by the owner of the manor.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"Can you not be arrogant, your ancestors are aristocrats, and they are the best arms dealers in Western Europe, and they are guests of the NATO joint conference, and they have arrogant capital!"

In fact, McCarron heard the discussion of the crowd, but this was exactly what he expected, unlike Fisher, who usually liked to be a little more low-key, Macallan felt that the more famous he was, the more proud he became.

"Oh, look, who is this, my friend, Mr. Fisher Adams!" As soon as he entered the ballroom, McAllan glanced around, and when he saw Fisher standing in the corner, he put on an extremely enthusiastic look and walked up with his arms outstretched.

Fisher, on the other hand, couldn't hide, so he simply stepped forward with two glasses of juice and stuffed the juice to the other party before McCarron hugged him.

"Ugh!" McCarron's smile froze on his face, and he looked at the juice in his hand, and then at Fisher, not knowing how to continue.

"Sorry, I'm driving, I can't drink, long live France!" Fisher raised his glass, touched it, and drank the juice inside.

"Good! Long live France! The Macallan, who put away his exaggerated smile, had to drink the juice as well, and then shook Fisher's hand.

"Actually, you should think carefully about our proposal for cooperation!"

"Of course, I am thinking about it every day, The Macallan Group has always been an important strategic partner of the company, and I have been advocating for deeper cooperation with The Macallan Group within the company, but unfortunately, the Lord is not my own decision, and many shareholders are annoyed by Mr. Macallan's aggressive posture in the American market, so I can only slowly convince them!" Fisher never let go of the other party's hand, but pulled McAllan to a corner of the banquet hall and poured bitter water on the other party.

Looking at the other party's embarrassed look, McAllan might have believed it if he didn't know that the giant god was Fisher, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only let Fisher play haha.

"In fact, the cooperation between The Macallan Group and the giant god is a hundred benefits and no harm, we can first carry out some small-scale cooperation in a certain aspect, such as energy, the Macallan Group has nearly half of the energy supply channels in Western Europe, and the crude oil extracted by the giant god in the oil fields in Iraq can be sold to the Macallan Group nearby! How nice it is that together we monopolize the energy supply of Western Europe! ”

"However, the price offered by the eastern side is higher, and as far as I know, The Macallan Group's bid for North Sea oil development last month was jointly offered by the British government and the German government."

"Then we can cooperate at a deeper level in the military, and the security business of the giant god can be merged into the Macallan Group, and we have billions of orders in Europe every year!"

"But the Iraqi government has handed over the power of homeland defense to the giant god, and we can't let down the 30 million Iraqi people!"

"It seems that cooperation can't be discussed?"

"No, no, no, I believe that Jushen and The Macallan Group will be able to seek common ground while reserving differences and go hand in hand, but cooperation is very important, we both have to study it carefully, once there are results, we will definitely give you a satisfactory answer, how about it?"

"I hope so!"

In fact, an important reason why The Macallan is so anxious to get Fisher is that the market is becoming more and more saturated, and the largest customers of the Macallan Group are Germany, France, Italy, and Poland, and then there is Morocco, these countries in the south of these countries have limited defense budgets, and the giant god occupies the American market, the Asian market, and even the United Kingdom and Northern Europe, which are not bad for money, have also fallen into the arms of the giant god, if they can not open up new markets, the development of the Macallan Group will tend to stagnate, It may even have a series of unpredictable effects, but Fisher's appearance left and right made him uncomfortable, so he could only give up and talk about other topics.

Fisher's attention at the moment was on a man behind him, who had a messy split head, a large respirator on his face, and a whirring sound from time to time.

Fisher carefully searched for the other party's information from his vague memory, and vaguely remembered that this brother was probably the technical officer of the Macallan Group, and he was also the commander of the Cobra organization, what did he come to do?

Perhaps noticing Fisher's gaze, the man on the respirator nodded politely at Fisher.

"This is Mr. Rex, the chief scientist of The Macallan Group, who suffered respiratory trauma due to an experimental accident, so he had to use a respirator!" Seeing Fisher looking at his men intently, McCarran casually introduced.

"Oh, actually, you can come to the Titan, we will install a mechanical respirator for the injured with damaged respiratory tract, so that you don't have to be so uncomfortable!" Fisher remembered that this Rex was at odds with McCarron, and finally kicked him out of the cobra and dug straight into the corner.

"Thank you, Mr. Fisher, for your kindness, but I'll talk about the respirator later, and I still have to help Mr. McCarron!"

"Oh, that's a shame!" Fisher could only shake his head regretfully.

"Sorry for the wait, but the auction is about to start, so please enter!" Fisher was about to say something, but he was interrupted by a tall, lanky man with a mustache who suddenly walked through the door on the inside of the ballroom.

"In this case, let's participate in the auction first, and then talk slowly!"