The blue Lamborghini sports car pulled out a graceful curve, drove through the Arc de Triomphe Square, entered the bustling street, and looked at the traffic coming and going, Fisher had to say that his choice was right, Lamborghini was really low-key, at least there were no arrogant armored cars on the streets of Paris all the way.

As soon as the car turned into Kerry Bell Street, the Peninsula Hotel was just a stone's throw away, and Fisher parked the car in front of the hotel and was greeted by a doorman in a top hat.

"Welcome to Paris!" After taking the key from Fisher, the doorman cautiously drove the sports car out of the gate and into the parking lot.

Fisher, on the other hand, led Prescow into the lobby of the hotel.

The receptionist, who had already confirmed Fisher's identity, was already waiting in the lobby and greeted Fisher as soon as he entered the hall.

"Is this Mr. Fisher, please? I am the hotel's personal butler, Camille Charlotte, who will be at your disposal during your stay in Paris and hope you enjoy your trip! The lobby manager, who speaks fluent English, bends slightly with a professional smile on his face, and his professional outfit involuntarily reveals a deep career line.

"Hello, Ms. Charlotte, can you take me to my suite, I've been on a plane for hours and I'm a little tired!" Fisher's attention was not on the other party at all, he would be really a little hungry, and the pilot of the C17 was a Maozi pilot who had driven a white swan before, so he really didn't have a good rest this way.

"Book a suite for a month, and this will bring me a glass of ice water! Then prepare some food to send to the room! Fisher pulled out his credit card and handed it to the other party.

"Wait a moment!" Camille nodded, then turned and walked to the lobby bar to get his key, while Fisher led Prescow to the side of the lounge.

It's late afternoon, and the lounge area is full of coffee and desserts, and as a privacy-conscious hotel, the Peninsula has large spaces between the lounge compartments and dimly lit lights, while in the middle of the lounge area is a long cistern from which water flows into a specially made pipe next to the pool and then from under the floor to the other.

"Wow!" Seeing the pool, Pressaw was excited.

"Want to play? Go ahead! Fisher smiled and rubbed the dog's head, then untied the rope and let the dog go over to play in the water on his own.

The shiny black back jumped into the pool in a 100-meter sprint, and played with a splash of water and the movement of playing, which attracted the attention of many people.

"Excuse me, sir, your dog is playing in the pool......" A young man with a manager on his chest walked over, and although the words in his mouth were dissuasive, his tone was a little yin and yang.

"What's the matter, isn't this pool here for fun?" Fisher picked up the sugar cube and put it in the coffee he had just arrived.

"No, this pool is a decoration, our guests here are all high people, you indulge your pets like this, it will cause us a lot of trouble!"

"Upper class?" Fisher swept around the crowd of onlookers and saw that many people were eating melons as if they were watching the excitement.

"Okay!" Fisher pulled the checkbook out of his pocket, tore off the page and wrote.

"Sir, it's not something that can be solved by tipping!" Looking at Fisher's movements, the French manager sneered in his heart, these American nouveau riche are really unqualified.

"No, it's not a tip!" Fisher finished writing the last zero, then got up and threw the check into the manager's hand, "I'm going to buy this hotel and make a new rule that you can play in the pool!" ”

"This!" The manager looked at the string of zeros on the check, and for a moment he was a little overwhelmed, he looked at Fisher, only to find that the other party had lost the tailor-made suit that cost thousands of dollars, and went into the pool to play with Presscaw.

Fisher's generous performance really startled everyone present, and the guests who had been waiting to see Fisher's joke now pricked up their ears and waited for things to play out.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Fisher, your room has been cleaned up!" At the critical moment, Camille, the personal butler arranged by the hotel for Fisher, walked over and returned Fisher's credit card, and then glared at his colleague who was at a loss behind him.

"Sorry for the trouble, the hotel will give you a satisfactory answer about today's incident, and you and your pet can play here at any time!"

I have to say that at the same manager level, the difference between Camille and another person is highlighted.

"Good! But I'm still going to buy the hotel! The Peninsula Hotel doesn't sound good, let's change its name to Atlas! Fisher fished the wet dog out of the water and followed Camille into the elevator without looking back.

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"You've been in Paris for less than three hours, and you've bought a hotel and set a new rule! Are you serious? Fisher, who had taken a shower and was getting ready for a good night's sleep, was lying in bed when Kate's phone called.

"Yes, this hotel listens to good, beautiful environment, first-class facilities, but people are a little silly, buy it as a company welfare!" Fisher glanced at the time, well, he could still sleep for an hour and a half.

"Employee benefits? I really appreciate having a boss like you! You can spend an extra seven-figure amount of money to buy a hotel, isn't it good to use that money to give bonuses? ”

"Uh, Kate, money is only called money when it flows, so what's the point of saving it?"

"Okay, you can rest, I will be responsible for the follow-up!" Kate rolled her eyes at the words, then hung up the phone.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief, and buried his head under the pillow and fell asleep comfortably.

When Fisher woke up and refreshed, he walked out of the bedroom shirtless and wrapped in a bathrobe, and found Camille squatting on the ground feeding Prescaw with nutritional paste, and the dog's big watery eyes looked quite lethal.

"You've fallen for it!" Seeing that Camille was about to unscrew another nutritional paste, Fisher couldn't help but interrupt, "This guy usually cheats snacks with my mom like this!" ”

"Ah, Mr. Fisher!" Camille heard the voice and hurriedly stood up, "I'm sorry, I'm here to deliver you clothes, I've already sent your previous suit for dry cleaning, and I'll send it to you myself after I'm done!" Plus, it's your car keys! ”

"Okay, thank you!" Fisher nodded, then took the change of clothes on the couch and walked back into the bedroom.

"Need I help you?"

"No, thank you!" Fisher knows very well what the other party has in mind, for this kind of woman who approaches him with a strong purpose, in fact, Fisher doesn't like it very much, because once something goes wrong, it will be very troublesome, Justin Hammer is a good example, Justin Hammer and Tony Stark can be regarded as the two most stalled arms dealers in the United States, of course, Stark is by nature, and Justin is purely to compete with each other.

For example, Stark likes magazine cover girls, and Justin likes to find Hollywood movie stars, so the problem arises, Stark's cover girls only need Pepper to get it, and even sometimes those people just want to touch Stark's sexy chest muscles to be satisfied, and there is nothing else to ask for, and the ones Justin is looking for will always make Justin promise all kinds of empty checks, such as money and fame, but he himself is really unwilling to spend millions for a one-night stand, For this reason, he went to court with those female stars who were voted by him whitely, and the New York tabloids also wrote a joke specifically for this, Stark Industries' legal department is to combat piracy, Hammer Industries' legal department is to combat the New York tertiary industry, and Justin Hammer has the largest legal team in the United States, but it is only used to help him calm down his bad reputation among actresses.

And this Camille is so deliberately pleasing Fisher, he just wants to go further in the hotel, and Fisher doesn't mind helping her move up the next level, of course, even if you sleep together, it's much more fun to sleep with a dog than a woman.

"Do I need to order dinner for you?"

"No, no, I probably won't be back tonight, maybe you can get me a breakfast!" A well-dressed Fisher picked up his car keys and was about to head out.

"Well, Monsieur Fischer, if you need to see the sights of Paris, I can be the guide or the hotel can arrange it! We also offer shopping membership cards and chauffeur-drive transfers! ”

"No, thank you, I'm just going to do a private business, and I'll have to go back on the schedule to visit Paris!"

Leaving behind a somewhat lost butler, Fisher drove all the way to the safe house, and with four hours to go to that auction, he had to make a difference!

Cormac's safe house is set up under a noisy bar, and the owner is also a member of the giants, who chose to retire after losing an arm in the battle and returned to his hometown to open a bar.

"BOSS, welcome to Paris!" Seeing Fisher come in, the bar owner was particularly surprised, and he left his companion who was drinking and bragging, and led Fisher into the backyard of the bar.

"They're in the cellar, I'm going to the front and keep an eye on it!"

"Okay, hard work!" For such veterans, Fisher still attaches great importance to it, and one day when the giant god you decides to rebuild the world order, they are very qualified to lead the way and the shadows, so for their welfare and follow-up treatment, the giant god is trying to do the best.

After the boss left, Fisher opened the door to the cellar and walked slowly down the wooden steps.

Rows of huge oak barrels come into view, the air is still faintly malted, and in the innermost part of the cellar is a long table around which the members of the task force are eating a simple dinner.

"Looks like the food is good!" Although the tableware and environment were a little rudimentary, the food on the table was not, filet mignon, seafood pasta, and fried crispy pork ribs and beef tongue, and Fisher's stomach growled when he saw it.

"Let's get some of it!" The Prophet moved aside his stool and beckoned Fisher to sit down, then pulled over another chair and sat down next to him.

"It shouldn't be as good as what you usually eat, don't dislike it! BOSS！ The gunner handed Fisher a plate full of food, a little embarrassed.

"I don't usually eat so well, what do I dislike, I don't believe you ask the prophet, he knows!" Fisher was not polite, took a fork and shoved a full amount of noodles and steaks into his mouth.

"I testify to that!" The Prophet nodded, he and Fisher had known each other since they were in the army, and naturally knew Fisher's usual situation.

"By the way, what are you going to do when you secretly called us over?" After destroying the food in front of him, the Prophet poured another glass of freshly squeezed juice for Fisher, curious.

"I'm going to an auction later, I need to get an item, you are my backup, if I get it, you are responsible for sending it back to the base in Iraq, if not, we'll bring it over!"

"Can you tell me what it is? So important? The ruins looked puzzled.

"Vibranium!"

"Vibranium? What's that? The youngest, Ajax, was puzzled.

"A rare metal, rarer than gold!" The Prophet explained to others.

"Yes, this metal is very important for the development of our Aerospace Forces, I dropped you here to make sure that nothing goes wrong, is there any problem?" Fisher asked, looking around.

"What about the enemies we might encounter?" The scout raised his hand, "Are we allowed to use lethal force?" ”

"The enemy may only have light infantry, it is not excluded that the other party has heavy armor, I have prepared an expert exoskeleton for you, this can be solved, as for lethal force, it must not be used without endangering your own life, understand?"

"Got it!"

"Okay, this is the satellite map and the environment of the auction to be held, Prophet, I'll leave it to you!" Fisher patted the other man on the shoulder.

"Of course, leave it to me, oh yes, what about your safety, or you bring the ruins with you, that kid is a good guy, once the fight starts, four or five guys can't get close to him! There's only one John and two bodyguards on your side, so it's not easy to go wrong! The Prophet gave his opinion.

"It's okay! You forget, I'm also from the Marine Expeditionary Force, and the focus at night is on vibranium, not me, and if something goes wrong, the enemy will only come at vibranium, understand? ”

"Okay, keep the communication open that night, and call at any time if there is a situation!"

"Of course!" For the prophet, Fisher is still more respectful, although the other party is a bit of black blood, but he is more like an Englishman, calm, decisive, and good at thinking, all the tasks he has carried out, none of them have failed.

An hour later.

"Alright, guys, check your weapons, we're ready to go!"