"Scarlett, are you sure this is it?" General Hawke, dressed in civilian clothes, stood in front of Louis's Bar.

"Mawson has been doing well lately, and to celebrate his promotion, they'll be partying here all night tonight, and if you count the time, it should have been time now." Scarlett flicked her glasses slightly, looked at the information transmitted on the screen, and replied.

"Damn bars, I hate this kind of place!" General Hawke inexplicably remembered the experience of four years ago.

Entering the bar, the deafening music came to his face, and General Hawke gave Scarlett a look and motioned to look separately, and Scarlett squeezed towards the bar first.

The bar is a little higher, and you can sit there and look down on most of the dance floor. Not long after Scarlett sat down, three or five men came over to talk to her.

She casually sent several of them away, but among them was a handsome man with a tall figure and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, unrelentingly entangled.

Just as she was about to kick the man away, she heard a low, magnetic voice behind her.

"Man, in Paris, you can't get a beautiful woman by doing something like yours!"

Scarlett looked back, but was slightly stunned, the person in front of her was the target team they recruited tonight, Mosenkobre.

Not long after he got off work, Mawson was dragged into the bar by a group of high-spirited colleagues, and he was really uninterested in this particular bar culture, and he didn't know whether the group was celebrating him or wanted to take the opportunity to vent.

After three or five cups, the team members around them disappeared cleanly, either running to the dance floor to find prey or running to the secret corner to seek excitement with their female companions who had already made an appointment.

He was left alone.

"The fickle French!" Mawson now had to suspect that the notes and hints he had received in the morning were nothing more than malicious jokes.

Just as he was drinking in a boring voice, he suddenly noticed a bright fiery red on the bar, and Scarlett's fair and beautiful face met his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, and then remembered that this beauty was one of the members of the special forces, and then he picked up the wine glass and leaned in, which led to the scene just now.

Listening to Mawson's words, the handsome man's face was gloomy, he took a few steps closer, and whispered to Mawson: "This is my prey, get out of the way!" ”

Mawson raised his hand and pretended to be relaxed and said, "Don't be nervous, brother, I'm just here to have fun." The man looked contemptuous at Mawson's words, just as he thought Mawson would apologize next and turned to leave.

saw that Mo Sen reached out and patted him on the shoulder, exerting force slightly, and suddenly there was a heart-rending pain in his shoulder blade.

"I'm in a good mood today, I don't want to hit someone, either you give me a good fuck now, or I'll break your bones!"

"Pain...... It hurts! I'll go, I'll go now! A gloomy look flashed in the man's eyes, and he was busy begging for mercy.

"Get out!"

Mawson let go of his hand and motioned for the other to leave.

For this kind of small role, he is too lazy to be ruthless, who knows if this is part of the assessment, or don't leave an impression of being too ruthless.

Driving away the handsome man, Mawson took advantage of the situation and sat in his place, "This beauty, I helped you drive away the hooligans, aren't you going to invite me to a drink?" ”

Scarlett was slightly stunned, glanced at Mawson deeply, and then snapped her fingers, "Please bring this gentleman a glass of milk, I want it to be hot!" ”

Mo Sen's face collapsed, well, this girl is really sharp-toothed, she won't eat cheap at all, she is competitive everywhere, and she wants to overwhelm people.

"My name is Mosenkobre, what do you call it?"

Mawson didn't know if the woman in front of him had come here to recruit him or if he had another mission, he just didn't want to give up any opportunity, so he pretended to be chatting and wanted to get some information.

Scarlett smiled, but didn't answer his question, but Mawson didn't care, and took a sip of the milk handed by the bartender.

Who knows how there can be hot milk in a place like this?

"You're not a native of Paris, are you? Are you here for a trip, I can be your guide and show you the sights of Paris. "Mawson continued to lassoze almost.

"Mr. Mawson, what is the difference between what you are doing now and the rascal you just chased?"

Mawson opened his mouth, and was suddenly a little speechless.

How can it be the same, that guy just now usually just wants to sleep with you, but my purpose is to join the special forces through you, of course, it's also great to be able to sleep by the way.

Mo Sen could only mumble these words in his heart, but he didn't dare to show them on his face. Well, he had to admit that it was really tiring to talk to such a woman with a high IQ and extreme ego!

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a deep male voice behind him: "It seems that this beauty doesn't like young faces like you, maybe I should give it a try." ”

Mawson turned his head, his eyes shrunk slightly, and a subtle hint of joy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It's General Hawke!

He lowered his head and disguised the expression on his face by the action of drinking milk, since even General Hawke appeared here, then the purpose of the two of them was self-evident.

"What's next? Said hello casually, still ......"

Mawson was hesitating, but he heard General Hawke on the other side say straight to the point: "Mosenkobre, an elite member of the French Anti-Terrorism Agency, once served in the ......" General Hawke reported a series of file information from Mawson.

Mawson feigned alarm, "Who are you?" ”

"You may have heard from us, you may not have heard of it, we come from a special international organization, and dozens of countries participate in the joint completion of the special elite forces!"

"I'm General Hawke, and the one sitting behind you is Scarlett." General Hawke stretched out his hand, "I'm here to formally extend an invitation to you, hoping that you can join the special forces!" ”

Hearing this, Mo Sen almost laughed excitedly, but he could only pretend to hesitate, and asked a lot of information in detail before hesitantly agreeing.

Seeing that he promised General Hawke, he seemed to let go of some kind of concern, and let out a long breath.

"I've already sent out an application, and it won't be long before your file will be transferred out of the Counter-Terrorism Bureau, but this is just an invitation, it doesn't mean that you have fully joined the special forces."

"Your performance and performance in the next assessment will determine your position in the special forces, whether you become a front-line fighter like Scarlett or a second-line auxiliary operations officer."

"I hope you behave well and see your name on the list of front-line combatants." Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and said solemnly.

"Mawson, welcome to the special forces!"

Scarlett stood up and patted Mawson on the shoulder, "If you want to show me around Paris, it's up to you to do it next!" ”

Mawson glanced at Scarlett's delicate curves, and I am more curious about your scenery than in Paris......

At this moment, on the tall building opposite Louis's Bar, a black figure slowly set up a sniper rifle.