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The blue Lamborghini sports car pulled out a graceful curve, drove past the Arc de Triomphe square, and entered the bustling street. Looking at the traffic, Fisher had to say that his choice was right. Lamborghini really kept a low profile, at least on the streets of Paris. There are no arrogant armored vehicles running rampant all the way.

After the front of the car turned into Kelly Bell Street, the Peninsula Hotel was within easy reach. Fisher parked the car at the entrance of the hotel, and his doorman wearing a top hat stepped forward to greet him.

"Welcome to Paris!" After taking the key from Fisher's hand, the doorman carefully drove the sports car out of the gate and headed to the parking lot.

And Fisher led Preskov into the lobby of the hotel.

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

"Is that Mr. Fisher? I'm Camille Charlotte, the personal butler assigned to you by the hotel. I will serve you during your stay in Paris. I hope you have a good trip!" The lobby manager's face spoke fluent English With a professional smile, he bent down slightly, and his professional attire involuntarily revealed a profound career line.

"Hello, Ms. Charlotte, can you take me to my suite, I've been on a plane for several hours and I'm a little tired!" Fisher's attention was completely off the other side, he would be really a little bit tired Hungry, plus the pilot of the c17 was a Maozi pilot who had driven a white swan before, he really didn't have a good rest along the way.

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

"Please wait a moment!" Camille nodded, then turned and walked to the bar in the lobby to get the key card, while Fisher led Preskov to the rest area on the side.

It's late afternoon, and many people are tasting coffee and desserts in the lounge area. As a privacy-conscious hotel, The Peninsula Hotel's lounge area has large gaps and dim lighting. In the center, there is a long cistern from which the water flows, flows into a specially made pipe beside the cistern, and then flows from under the floor to other places.

"Wow!" Seeing the pool, Preskov looked very excited.

"Want to go play? Go!" Fisher smiled and rubbed the dog's head, then untied the rope and let the dog go to play with the water by himself.

The shiny black back jumped into the pool with a 100-meter sprint, and started to play, the splashing water and the movement of playing also attracted the attention of many people.

"Sorry, sir, your dog is playing in the pool..." A young man with a manager hanging from his chest came over. Although the words in his mouth were words of dissuasion, his tone was a bit yin and yang.

"What's the matter, isn't this pool here for playing?" Fisher picked up the sugar cube and put it in the coffee that was just delivered.

"No, this pool is a decoration. Our guests here are all high-class people. You indulge your pets like this, it will bring us a lot of trouble!"

"High-class people?" Fisher swept around the onlookers, and saw that many of them were watching the fun and eating melons.

"Okay!" Fisher took a checkbook from his pocket, tore the page and wrote it.

"Sir, this can't be solved with a tip!" Seeing Fisher's actions, the French manager sneered in his heart. These American upstarts are really incompetent.

"No, it's not a tip!" Fisher wrote 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 was a little overwhelmed for a while. He looked at Fisher, only to find that the other party had lost the custom suit with thousands of dollars on him, and went in on his own. Pool and Prescott played together.

Fisher's lavish performance really startled everyone present. The guests who were waiting to see Fisher's jokes all pricked up their ears and waited for how things would develop.

"Sorry, Mr. Fisher, your room has been tidied up!" At the critical moment, Camille, the personal butler arranged for Fisher by the hotel, came over, returned Fisher's credit card, and then stared behind him for an unknown reason. The overwhelmed colleague glanced.

"I'm sorry to bother you. The hotel will give you a satisfactory answer about today's matter. In addition, you and your pets can play here at any time!"

It has to be said that at the same manager level, the difference between Camille and the other person is highlighted.

"Okay! But I still want to buy the hotel! The Peninsula Hotel doesn't sound good, so let's change the name to Atlas!" Fisher fished the wet dog out of the water and followed Camille without a head. Back on the elevator.

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"It's less than three hours since you arrived in Paris, and you bought a hotel and set a new rule! Are you serious?" Fisher, who had taken a bath and was about to sleep for a while, just lay on the bed, Kate's phone called.

"Yes, this hotel sounds good, with a beautiful environment and first-class facilities, but the people are a bit stupid. Buy it as a company benefit!" Fisher glanced at the time, um, he could still sleep for an hour and a half.

"Employee benefits? I'm really grateful to have a boss like you! You've spent an extra seven-figure sum of money to buy a hotel. Wouldn't it be better to use this money as a bonus?"

"Well, Kate, money is only money when it flows. What's the point of saving it?"

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

And Fisher was also relieved, buried his head under the pillow and fell asleep comfortably.

When he woke up, he was refreshed. When Fisher walked out of the bedroom shirtless and wrapped in a bathrobe, he found Camille squatting on the ground and feeding Presko with nutritional ointment. The dog's watery eyes looked at him. Looks quite lethal.

"You fell for it!" Fisher couldn't help but interrupt when Camille was about to unscrew another nutritional ointment, "This guy usually cheats my mom about snacks!"

"Ah, Mr. Fisher!" Camille hurriedly stood up when he heard the voice, "I'm sorry, I'm here to bring you clothes. I've already sent your previous suit to dry cleaning. Brought to you personally! Also, here are your car keys!"

"Okay, thank you!" Fisher nodded, then took the changing clothes on the sofa and went into the bedroom.

"Do you need me to help you?"

"No, thank you!" Fisher knew exactly what the other party was thinking about. In fact, Fisher didn't like this kind of woman who approached him with a strong purpose, because it would be very troublesome if something went wrong, Justin Hammer is a good example. Justin Hammer and Tony Stark can be regarded as the two arms dealers with the most studs in the United States. Of course, Stark is by nature, and Justin is purely to compete with each other. That's it.

For example, Stark likes magazine cover girls, and Justin likes to find Hollywood stars, so the problem arises, Stark only needs Pepper to be the cover girl, and even sometimes those people just want to touch Stark's sexy pectoral muscles are satisfied, and there is nothing else to ask for, and those Justin looking for will always make Justin make all kinds of empty promises, such as money and fame, but he himself looks like Kukusoso, I really don't want to spend millions for a one-night stand. For this reason, I have to go to court with those female stars who were voted by him. The New York tabloid even wrote a joke about it. The legal department of Stark Industries is To combat piracy, the legal department of Hammer Industries is to combat the tertiary industry in New York, and Justin Hammer has the largest legal team in the United States, but it is only used to help him pacify his bad reputation among actresses.

And this Camille is so deliberately trying to please Fisher, she just wants to go a step further in the hotel, and Fisher doesn't mind helping her get another level up. Of course, it's fine to sleep together. Sleeping with a dog is more fun than a woman. too much.

"Do I need to order dinner for you then?"

"No, no, I may not be back tonight, maybe you can prepare me a breakfast!" Fisher, who was dressed neatly, picked up the car keys and was about to go out.

"Well, Mr. Fisher, if you need to see Paris, you can have me as a tour guide or the hotel can arrange it! We also provide shopping membership cards and private car transfers!"

"No thanks, I'm just going on a personal business, the Paris tour has to be scheduled later!"

Leaving the somewhat lost personal butler behind, Fisher drove all the way to the safe house, and he should go to that auction in four hours. He had to arrange the backhand!

The safe house set up by Cormac is under a noisy bar. The owner is also a member of the giants. Because he lost an arm in the battle, he chose to retire after undergoing prosthetic surgery and returned to his hometown to open a bar. .

"BOSS, welcome to Paris!" The bar owner was very surprised when he saw Fisher coming in. He left his companion who was drinking and bragging, and led Fisher into the backyard of the bar.

"They're in the cellar, and I went ahead and watched!"

"Okay, hard work!" Fisher still attaches great importance to such veterans. When the giant god u decides to rebuild the world order, they will be very qualified leading party and dark son, so for their welfare and follow-up treatment, Giants try to do their best.

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

Rows of huge oak barrels came into view, and there was a faint aroma of malt in the air. There was a long table in the innermost position of the wine cellar. At this moment, the personnel of the action team were eating a simple dinner around the table.

"It looks like the food is good!" Although the tableware and environment are a bit rudimentary, the food on the table is not, filet mignon, seafood pasta, and fried crispy pork ribs and beef tongue, looking at Fisher's stomach He also cooed.

"Come on if it's good!" The Prophet stepped aside his stool, beckoned Fisher to sit down, and then pulled another chair to sit next to Fisher.

"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, rather embarrassed.

"I don't usually eat so well. What do I dislike? If you don't believe me, ask the Prophet, he knows!" Fisher was also polite. He took a fork and put a full of noodles and steaks into his mouth.

"I testify on this!" The Prophet nodded. He and Fisher had known each other since the military, and naturally knew about Fisher's usual situation.

"By the way, what are you going to do when you called us secretly?" After destroying the food in front of him, the prophet poured Fisher a glass of freshly squeezed juice and wondered.

"I'm going to an auction later, and I need to get an item. You are my backup. If the thing is successfully photographed, you are responsible for sending it back to the Iraqi base. If it is not photographed, we will take the thing. come over!"

"Can you tell me what it is? It's so important?" Ruin looked puzzled.

"Zhenjin!"

"Zhenjin? What is that?" The youngest Ajax expressed his confusion.

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

"Yes, this metal is very important for the development of our aerospace force. I came here to ensure that everything is safe. Is there any problem?" Fisher looked around and asked.

"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 ruled out that the opponent 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?"

"Understood!"

"Okay, this is the satellite map and three views of the environment that will be held in the auction. Prophet, I'll leave it to you!" Fisher patted the other party's shoulder.

"Of course, leave it to me, oh, by the way, what do you do for your safety, or you take the ruins with you, that kid is a good hand, once a fight starts, four or five guys won't be able to get close to him! Your side There is only one John and two bodyguards, so it's not easy to deal with problems!" The Prophet put forward his own views.

"It's okay! You forgot, I was also from the Marine Corps Expeditionary Force, and the focus of the night was on Zhenjin, not me. If something goes wrong, the enemy will only come for Zhenjin, understand?"

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

"Of course!" Fisher still respects the Prophet. Although the other party is of black blood, he behaves more like an Englishman. He is calm, decisive, and good at thinking. There is not one of the tasks he has performed. Failure.

after an hour.

"Okay, everyone, check the weapons, we're ready to go!"

Four thousand four thousand, sleep sleep