Jing Ming and the three of them had no obstacles all the way, and since they had already made a move, Jing Ming let go.

As long as someone dared to come up and stop him, he immediately became like Jacques just now, lying on the ground motionless.

Fortunately, Dur has seen the battle of the Immortal Buddha, and some small scenes are no longer in his eyes, but the Saudi envoy is not good, and he has been trembling all the way and keeps saying: "It's over, it's over." ”

He brought people in, and at this time, the outside may have been wrapped tightly in the inner and outer three layers, and if he showed his head, he was afraid that there would be a hole in his head.

"What can I do with this guest? What can I do? ”

Tang Seng chanted the scriptures endlessly, and Jing Ming was so distressed by his recitation that he muted him with a wave of his hand.

Dürr's face was particularly exciting, he had experienced this before, he opened his mouth silently, what he had enjoyed, at this time he saw that others also enjoyed it, that kind of fun, not enough for outsiders.

The Saudi envoy was silent, and the world cleared up, and the three of them finally came to the door of the office of French President Marc.

Durr pushed the door open, and a handsome Frenchman looked up at the door behind his desk with a phone in his hand.

Belch......

Glancing at this handsome president, Jing Ming hesitated for a moment and asked Dur to close the door again.

Durr felt inexplicable, but obediently closed the door.

As soon as it was closed, I saw Jing Ming's head jumping up a lot.

"Less, less, less......" Durr pointed to Jingming, who had become one meter eighty-five.

"What's less? It's not like you haven't seen it, and you're making a fuss. Jing Ming glanced at him.

Jingming was also helpless, he didn't expect the French president to be so young, he thought he would be a bad old man with a big belly.

Pushing open the door again, President Mark's phone had been put down and he was sitting there waiting, looking at Jingming with a pair of bright eyes.

Seeing Jing Ming again, Mark was also a little stunned, and in a trance, he felt that Jing Ming seemed to be much taller than his own big eyes just now.

Mark shook his head, thinking he was dazzled.

Just now he suddenly received a call from the guard, saying that there were people with strange abilities among the people brought by the Saudi envoy this time, and the people who came were unclear, refused to check the security, and had forcibly broken in, hoping that the president would not provoke the visitors for the time being, and the Ministry of Security was organizing a special team to protect the president's safety.

In short, the central idea of the Ministry of Security is one sentence, the president, you have to resist and hold on until the moment when the reinforcements arrive on the battlefield.

Mark's mood at this time is already like a dog, what should I resist?

He once witnessed a fireball thrown by a fire-type powerhouse that instantly burned and vaporized a car, and the special forces may not be able to block it.

Before Jing Ming came in, Mark couldn't help but wonder who sent this supernatural person.

Marc is committed to the eradication of all inequalities, and has repeatedly proposed the elimination of the word race from the French Constitution.

Mark didn't like it in his heart, did he want to be a racist himself?

After thinking about it, Jing Ming had already opened the door and came in, walked to the desk in a few steps, pulled away the chair in front of Mark, sat on it, and sighed to himself.

"Hey, it's not easy to see you, Your Excellency, do you know how many days I've been tossing and turning in France to see you?"

Mark is thorough, the person who can be the president will not be a fish belly role, Jingming is a yellow race, and he speaks Chinese.

Delaying time, this is the president's housekeeping skill...... Mark immediately pretended not to understand Chinese, and made Jing Ming stunned when he heard it, turned his head to look at Dur and said, "What did he say?"

"He said French slang, and I didn't understand it. ”

Jing Ming immediately said: "Then he did it on purpose, tell him not to pretend." ”

As the president of a country, open and close your mouth to the country slang, like words? Mandarin is not a matter of which kind of president you should be!

Durr truthfully conveyed Jingming's meaning, and Mark looked stunned for a moment, and said two more words.

"He's going to call a translator. ”

"Let him call, is ten enough?" Jing Ming looked up with disdain, and he really regarded the French presidential palace as his own home.

Durr grinned, he had seen how hundreds of millions of gods were destroyed by Jing Ming, and he translated it with a relaxed face.

Mark blinked, his eyes rolled, the person who came was so big, he had to take advantage of the opportunity, not to mention capturing the person, at least to ensure his own safety.

Picked up the phone and dialed the number of the security department.

"Rochetto, call a few translators. ”

"How many?" Rochetto asked.

"How many can be called, how many ...... can be called"

Mark was speechless, he listened to the leader's orders in everything, this kind of soldier is easy to use, it is indeed very good, but you don't have any ideas yourself? Can't you surprise the leader?

After finishing speaking, he hung up the phone and sat back in his chair, Jing Ming kept looking at him thoughtfully.

When Mark was on the phone, he stood up, so Jingming saw that this Frenchman was not tall, and he was 1.68 meters tall.

Just when he entered the door, Jing Ming looked at the temperament he was sitting behind the desk, and always thought that this person was one meter eight, because he wanted to talk about things, Jing Ming didn't want to be inferior, so he raised his height before entering the door.

When the phone hung up not long ago, the door opened, and Hulala walked into a group of French girls, all of whom were close to one meter eight, all of them were tall and sexy, with hot figures, fat and thin, and the murder weapon was hidden.

Durr is also a veteran of the hunt, and such a scene is not common for him, and his eyes are tightly grasped by this group of French girls.

Seeing this scene, Mark almost vomited blood, and he wanted to turn around and let Rocheto go away, and asked you to call a translator, and you even called a group of sexy translators.

It's easy to use, but it's useless at all! Such a subordinate should be pulled out and shot!

Mark was depressed, feeling that his men were all stupid and didn't know how to take chances.

Jing Ming felt that this was called Rochetto, a talent, because as soon as this group of French girls entered the door, Jing Ming analyzed all the people who came one by one.

Tut-tut, a watery powerhouse!

There are few people with abilities, and even fewer people with beautiful abilities, and even more so with beautiful French girls!

Fortunately, I didn't bring Li Mengqi over today, so Jingming feasted his eyes and observed the style of French girls.

After reading it, Jing Ming was deeply satisfied, waved his hand, and said boldly.

"Give me another batch!"