The streets of Paris, France are full of fashionable men and women looking for the excitement of life on the Champs-Elysees. The French, known as romance, are so strong that men and women who have been together on the streets who may have been together for ten minutes will be on the side of the road, which really makes Chen Xiangdong and Zhang Qingfang and others stunned.

"The evil capitalist world is so crazy!"

The doctor saliva looked at a bulging and concave blonde beauty walking by her side, and pulled a bald old guy into the magnificent hotel with a charming smile.

The doctor's eyes were full of envy and desire. How could he want to pull out the gun behind him to drive the hateful bald old guy away, and then walk into the hotel with the foreign girl swaggeringly for three hundred rounds?

"What's the matter? If you wait for two tasks and have a lot of money in your hands, you will have whatever you want!"

The so-called clustering of things. Although Fan Jian was introduced by Tang Hu, these special forces soldiers from China subconsciously were a distance away from this extremely trivial short man, as if they were afraid that the trivial guy would be contagious. The only doctor, who is not afraid of coldness, fought with Fan Jian. In the words of the doctor, he had to watch Fan Jian count the US dollar bill he had just won. If this kid was corrupt, it would be too unpaid. After all, the instructor was earning it hard, right?

"You have to know that Paris lacks everything, but it's not short of women and money. Follow me and your life in the future will definitely be very 'sexual blessing'!"

Maybe it turned out that Fan Jian was a little worried about the strength of Chen Xiangdong and Zhang Qingfang, and even almost slipped out of the back door when he was in the One-Eyed Dragon Bar. He was really afraid that these compatriots who were causing trouble would pull him into the water, so wouldn’t he be dead?

But what he didn't expect was that these tough guys did not lose anything in the One-Eyed Dragon Bar. Instead, they made a fortune in the bar. At this time, the guy counted the money and piled him into a plastic bag beside him. He smiled and talked to the doctor, and his filthy words made the doctor feel so happy that he almost kowtowed to him.

"Shut up and change my clothes!"

The clothing nightclub in a lane on the Champs Elysees was a big trouble. Several heavily armed men rushed in, and the alarm system in the store was blown up as soon as the silencer sounded. Then, the door was closed with a stunned shop, and the clothing store was picked up as if nothing had happened. Ten minutes later, they strided away by Qingxing, who was lucky enough to escape, and then threw two sets of clothes on the two people who were sitting on the edge of the avenue to chat.

"Prepare to carry out the mission, they are in Room 4028!"

Obviously, it is unimaginable to enter a high-end hotel wearing a smuggler's clothes. Zhang Qingfang, now also known as Qingshui, stood coldly in front of Fan Jian and said:

"I hope your information will not go wrong, otherwise I will not guarantee your 'sexual blessing' in the second half of your life!"

Although Fan Jian, who was speechless after seeing it, was very unacceptable, it has to be said that this guy still had some energy on the land of Paris. It took less than two hours from the One-Eyed Dragon Bar, and took five of them from the stack of winning bets, and soon brought news about the Wild Wolf mercenaries. The six guys who were driven out of the bar brought a few girls from the red light district of Paris to the hotel. I heard that they had opened a large business room and were holding an unblocked conference.

"Don't worry, as long as you can really raise a banner in the mercenary world, with my help, you will definitely become the most powerful mercenary group in the world!"

After seeing the instructor and Qingshui and others again and again, Fan Jian has now completely lost his depressed mentality at the time. At this moment, in his eyes, the instructor and the doctor have turned into green money. When he thinks about the endless wealth this powerful army can bring in the future, he is deeply grateful that he has taken this job from the Nanyang Chamber of Commerce.

"Doctor and criminals... Fan Jian will be here to pick him up, drive away in fifteen minutes..."

A rampant car rushed over the Champs-Elysees, and the doctor showed endless expectations in his eyes. The instructor glanced at the guy and said with concern:

"I've driven the car by hand, but... it's Fan Jian. You drive, don't let this bastard touch the steering wheel!"

In fact, Fan and Fan were both the same sound. The instructor was very depressed. How could this guy give this name? But he thought that this guy didn't look very good, but at least he was cumbersome enough. People who were cumbersome were afraid of death. They were always more reliable than doctors when driving. When he said this, even the bullets and blades, Qingshui couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, as if he felt his wise decision.

"Born! You are so unfair!"

The doctor raised his middle finger in despair and looked at everyone in resentment. Unfortunately, everyone's expression of ignorance made Fan Jian's face full of doubts, but he was puzzled. The doctor then hugged him intimately, as if he had become the beautiful girl with a blonde and devilish figure just now.

"The bullets and the blades go up first, and we start to move in five minutes!"

The doctor was able to fight with the cumbersome Fan Jian so hotly, which made everyone look like this when they appeared on their faces. The instructor looked at the two guys and shook his head and gave orders to everyone. Bullet and Blade Nodded and acted separately. Bullet looked at room 4028 and found his place to find his place. Blade was wearing a suit with five zeros just now. He swaggered into the hotel. As for whether the tag was still torn off, he would not care. He looked at the waiter of the hotel who walked over and nodded and looked at him killing in, with a look of confusion.

"Everyone follow me!"

Five minutes later, no one cared about what Fan Jian and the doctor were muttering in the Fiat's four-chamber stolen. The instructor looked at the watch with Qingshui. The instructor, Lei Gong and the smoke ghost, walked towards the hotel with great strides.

A group of five people, Thunder King and Smoke Ghost were new soldiers brought from the Jinlan Group Security Department.

You can tell by the name that Lei Gong is a guy who is not tall and thin. He doesn't say much in the team quietly on weekdays, but in fact, this guy's explosive power is extremely amazing. Once he fights, he will be resolute and will never give up until he reaches his goal. His fighting spirit and his hot and cruel fighting style make anyone afraid of it, so this guy got the nickname of Lei Gong.

As for the smoker, he would probably hold a cigarette in his mouth as long as the training camp was completed. After arriving in Paris, the guy's taste changed. Now he was biting a big cigar in his mouth and snatched it from Fan Jian's pocket. Fan Jian originally wanted to resist, but when he was staring at this guy's murderous eyes, he honestly confiscated these A-level goods claimed to have been brought from the top manor in Colombia.

At this time, wearing a Versace leather jacket that was obviously larger, the thick smoke almost flooded the smoker's face. When the guy was sucking the big cigar wildly, as if fire was on his body, he penetrated the hotel gate. The strange waiter's voice was almost shocked by the smoker's fierce and cool behavior. Just seeing the smoker's cold eyes in the smoke made the security guard who had originally wanted to come to stop him from smoking gorgeously retreat.

The five people swaggered quickly occupied an elevator. A man in green with a man-like face with thick powder was standing at the elevator door waiting, but when the elevator stopped, several figures flashed out from behind him and stepped in first. The man in green snorted coldly, just about to get angry, a thick smoke rushed over from behind him strangely. With a strong cigar smell, a guy with his arm thick as his thighs leaned gently and let him fly out of Huatian and retreat three meters away.

"Smoke ghost, if you turn off the cigarette..., it will sound a fire alarm!"

Then a big man standing in the middle of the elevator looked at the smoke ghost and walked into the elevator with clouds and mist. Finally, he frowned and looked at the smoke ghost holding the elevator that he was about to get on and said.

"Oh, this foreigner's cigarette is really boring. It's not as powerful as the big cigarette in my village!"

The smoke ghost glared at the man in green with smoke, and reluctantly smashed the cigar in his mouth at the feet of the man in green whose face was green. He arrogantly entered the elevator and pressed the upward button. His indifferent eyes, arrogant style of conduct, and tough body language made the man in green swallow what he wanted to say as if he had seen a ghost.

That is, after thirty years, Lei Gong and the Smoke Ghost first closed the elevator and several emergency passages. A hotel waiter was cleaning the room. The smoke Ghost who was passing by was slapped on the back of the neck and fainted happily. Then the instructor rushed to the door in front of the door of No. 4028 with Qingshui and Li Zi.

As soon as he arrived at the door, he heard the screams and laughter of women coming from inside. The door would have opened by coincidence. A big man with a flushed face appeared from inside with his upper body, as if he wanted to call the waiter on the floor. However, before he could scream, he was snarled by the grim smirk, and then he was twisted violently by the storm. His drunken blush retreated like a tide. He didn't even have the chance to fight back and his neck was twisted off, and he leaned against the wall with a strange attitude.

The instructor and Shimizu looked at each other, and watched as the man with a broken neck coldly threw the big man with a broken neck aside, then took out the silencer pistol wrapped in a suit and jacket, checked the magazine and silencer, and a dangerous cold light flashed in his eyes, striding into this oversized room as if he had gone home and entered the training room door.

Lei Gong, who was following like a ghost, stood at the door, took out his pistol carelessly, helped the guy who had fallen to the ground and broke his neck and threw it into the toilet of the room, just like throwing out a dead pig that had just been slaughtered... (To be continued)!~!

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