Every famous city in the world has its own unique style. The prosperity of New York makes other cities beyond the reach of it. Beijing's heritage is proud of its many. Paris' romance is famous all over the world.

Paris, which is regarded as the romantic capital by the world, is a holy place that many young people yearn for. Many people's wish is to go to Paris on their honeymoon to experience the atmosphere of the romantic capital.

In the minds of most people, Paris is the capital of romance and art, and in the hearts of members of the underground world, Paris is the gathering place for mercenaries.

Almost every mercenary organization in the world has its own branch in Paris. Paris is also deemed to be the gathering place for mercenaries.

The “GdLuk” bar is a very famous bar in London. It is of high quality. Similarly, the “GdLuk” bar business is also very good.

Because. The main guests of this bar are mercenaries.

The word mercenary. is somewhat unfamiliar to normal people. Even normal people can only see this word in novels. The word mercenary is indeed very familiar to people in the underground world. Even the word mercenary has such a long history.

At 8 pm Beijing time and 3 pm Paris time. "GdLuk" is already full.

Although it was afternoon, the light in the bar was very dim, as if it was at night.

On the two high platforms of the bar, two tall beauties dressed in hot dresses and were dancing pole dances on them. While dancing, they seduced the guests around them. The guests around them howled one after another.

Their hormones were partially secreted in their bodies at a terrifying speed. They wanted to rush up and tear the clothes of the two dancers in the most rude way and put them on the spot. But they didn't do that.

Because they dare not.

The "GdLuk" bar, which is deemed to be the gathering place of mercenaries, has such a powerful backstage. So ordinary mercenaries dare not cause trouble in this bar any longer.

In the bar, in addition to the mercenaries who were attracted by the two dancers, there were also some mercenaries sucking marijuana and drinking strong liquor in big mouthfuls. They took off their upper clothes, revealing their strong muscles and the deep bone-observing scars.

In some dark corners of the bar, some mercenaries couldn't even wait to go to the dedicated artillery room upstairs to solve their physiological needs. They directly pressed the prostitute around them on the sofa and vented their heart's content.

Screaming, whistle, panting, moaning...

The bar was in chaos. However, this is a true portrayal of the mercenaries after taking over the mission.

For them who bet on their lives all day long, wine, marijuana, women, and weapons are four indispensable things.

Weapons are used to make money. The other three are used to enjoy it. This is their life. No matter how much money they make, they will be squandered as soon as possible. Because they cannot predict whether they will be able to come back alive in the next mission.

These mercenaries like to spend in the "GdLuk" bar. In large part, it is because the bar has a good name.

Any mercenary hopes that the goddess of luck can stand on her side and complete the next mission alive.

A few young men with cold expressions suddenly walked into the empty corridor.

The young man in charge was very thin. He wore a green T-shirt on the upper body and a light green military trousers on the lower body.

Several young men walking behind him were in suits and ties.

When I saw this group of people entering the door, to be precise, after seeing the young man in green clothes entering the door, the mercenaries in the entire hall stopped and turned their eyes to the young man.

Even the dancer who performed pole dance on the stage stopped dancing after the young man came in, and instead stood there obediently, a little at a loss.

It seemed that he had long been used to all this. The young man in charge did not show any surprise expression. Instead, he walked towards the southernmost table with a steady and even pace.

The table was the only empty table in the bar. There were a few mercenaries next to that table without seats. But they did not go to sit on that table.

Because all the mercenaries who have come to the "GdLuk" bar know that the table belongs to "Longteng". To be precise, it belongs to the butcher.

Once, a mercenary who was ignorant of the sky and earth stood on the table and urinated. As a result, a week later, he died in a bar. His death was very miserable. One attack was fatal.

The murderer is the butcher.

The thin young man came to the table and picked up a bottle of vodka. His fingers were slightly pressed and the bottle cap fell off naturally.

"Gudong..."

The young man raised his neck and took a sip of the famous spirits. He said to the people around him indifferently: "Let them continue."

The young man was two meters tall and weighed more than 250 kilograms. As a machine gunner of the Longteng Mercenary Group, Kahn gently moved his neck and then blew a loud whistle when he heard the young man's words.

The harsh whistle broke the strange atmosphere in the bar. At the same time, the mercenaries moved their eyes away and continued their affairs after hearing the whistle.

"I heard that it wasn't. A few days ago, the butcher took the twelve warriors of the Longteng Mercenary Group to slaughter the headquarters of the Mythical Mercenary Group!"

"Nonsense. Such a big thing. Can I not know about it?"

"I really didn't expect that this butcher had become a mercenary in less than a year. He turned the Longteng Mercenary Group into the most powerful mercenary group in the underground world!"

"You didn't expect there were still many things."

"What's up?"

"The news I got from the secret channel. The Longteng Mercenary Group will attack DG in the near future?"

"Take a move on DG? Are you sure?"

“It’s true.”

"God. Butcher, what the hell does he want to do?"

"I don't know what he wants to do. I only know that he is a crazy man who is even more crazy than the boss of DG!" Similar words. For the butcher today, he has become a legendary figure in the mercenary world. Some guys even privately doubt whether the butcher has the immortal body of the King Kong!

Because, according to relevant records, the butcher participated in nearly a hundred battles of all sizes and sizes. He was injured only twice, and only had minor injuries.

While the mercenaries were talking privately, several members of the Dragon Teng Mercenary Group around the butcher did not smoke marijuana like other mercenaries. Once upon a time, they would smoke marijuana every time they came to the "GdLuk" bar. However, since the butcher became the leader of the Dragon Teng Mercenary Group, they quit.

Because the butcher said to them: "If you want to have more chances of survival on the battlefield, smoke less marijuana."

Cannabis cannot be touched. Wine is OK.

Like the butcher, these guys who had already been suffocated raised their necks and poured the vodka, known as the king of wine, into their stomachs like water.

Unlike Kahn, the butcher, that is, the monkey. He doesn't drink fast, but is thinking about something while drinking.

Kahn and his men had long been used to this monkey. They did not disturb the monkey. Instead, they quickly drank a few bottles of vodka and did not say hello to the monkey. They went directly to the second floor of the bar.

The second floor of the bar is a place for mercenaries to enjoy women. Kahn and his friends should take advantage of the alcohol to vent their wonderful bodies a few times.

Suddenly, a vibrating sound rang out from the monkey's pocket.

The monkey took out a communicator similar to a mobile phone. The expression on the ever-cold face changed slightly, and his brows frowned even more.

Because. The communication method is connected to this communicator. Only one person in the world knows it.

Moreover, the monkey also knows that unless there is a major problem, that person will never contact him in this way.

Because he knows that person more than he knows himself. And the same is true for that person.

"Bang!"

Before connecting the communicator, the monkey quickly pulled a pistol from his waist and fired a shot at the ceiling.

The sudden gunshot shocked everyone in the bar. Almost instantly, everyone stopped the movements in their hands and turned their eyes to the frown monkey.

Facing the complicated gaze of everyone, the monkey put the thumb of his right hand beside his mouth and made a sound ban. After the noise and music in the bar stopped, the communicator was turned on: "Brother."

"Monkey, please check something for me." Gu Feng's stuff came from the receiver. It was a little low.

Gu Feng's abnormal tone made the monkey frown even tighter. He understood that something happened to Gu Feng. And it was a big deal.

However, the monkey did not ask what happened to Gu Feng. Instead, he immediately replied: "What are you looking for?"

"Niceson's appearance location." Gu Feng said calmly: "Especially the place where he often appears and when. If possible, you can summarize the rules."

"Okay." The monkey responded softly, but his eyes flashed several times in a row. He had made a decision in his heart.

"You only check and leave it to me." There was no unnecessary nonsense. Gu Feng said and hung up the phone: "Take care!"

Hang up the phone. The monkey's frowning brow slowly dropped. Looking at the mercenaries around him who showed fearful eyes towards him, the monkey slowly stood up. Then he walked to a waiter with a slightly trembling body. He said in skillful English: "Wait until they come down. Let them return to the base."

After saying this, the monkey stopped stopping and walked out of the bar.

Looking at the disappearing back at the door, everyone in the bar exhaled deeply. Some guys even had sweat oozing from their foreheads.

Because.This is the first time that the monkey fired a shot in the "GdLuk" bar.

The murderous intent that the monkey just showed just now moved them and suffocated.

Once, Gu Feng's old boss was asked a question by a special department boss with a huge power in Beijing: "Is the grandson of the Lao Gu family the best in T7?" "No." When asked this question, Gu Feng's old boss was silent for a few seconds. He shook his head and said, "There is a nickname monkey who is better than him."

"How powerful?"

"Fighting. He can beat three grandsons of the Laogu family and fight in the jungle. He can beat two grandsons of the Laogu family and five cold weapons." Gu Fengdi's old boss said this without any pause: "Comprehensive strength. He can kill more than three grandsons of the Laogu family alone."

At that time, when the boss in a special department opened his mouth wide in surprise, because he had seen Gu Feng's strength. He once thought that Gu Feng was the best soldier in the entire T7 and even the entire army. After being shocked, which boss hesitated for a few minutes and made such a request: "Can he get into my department? Any conditions can be raised."

"No." Gu Feng's old boss simply rejected the boss of the special department: "He can support half of the troops alone. He is an indispensable person in T7."

"And. He is suitable for killing people, not protecting people."

In the end, the boss in a special department gave up the idea of ​​poaching the monkey.
Chapter completed!