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While Fisher was gearing up to prepare, on the other side, James McCarran was also listening to his reports.

"He really bought that hotel?" James McCarran asked with interest, playing with the accessories in his hand.

"Yes, it's because his dog likes that pool, and he's a damn rich man!" A big bearded man sitting on the sofa diagonally across from McAllen, swaying his wine glass, couldn't help but exclaimed.

"What is a damn rich man? Firefly?" McCarran was a little unhappy, and he was rich himself. According to him, he was also a damn rich man!

"I'm envious, Boss!" The man called Firefly waved his hand recklessly, then picked up a bottle of Royal Salute from the table.

With a bang, a bottle of whiskey worth more than a thousand dollars was opened, and then Firefly picked up the bottle and blew a big mouthful of it directly into his mouth.

Looking at the other side's bull-chewing peony posture, McCarran was very distressed about his own wine, of course, not for the money, but for the end of this bottle of wine is no different from that kind of whiskey that costs 15 yuan a bottle.

"Drink less, there's still work to do later!" McCarran couldn't help but reminded when the royal salute was about to end.

"You don't understand! For us British, this bit of whisky is just an appetizer!" Firefly burped with satisfaction, then sat up.

"Then our goal for the night is the three weapon-grade uranium rods at the auction!"

"Yes, God knows how those guys got out of the heavily fortified military base, but now he should be mine!" McCarran first despised the original owner of the uranium rod, and then he turned to the warrior who made the uranium rod. He expressed his admiration. If it wasn't for such a warrior, there would be no chance for him to make waves.

"Sir, we're done gathering!" At this moment, a man in a suit pushed open the door and walked in, respectfully reporting to McCarran that there were a few hideous scars behind the man's ears.

"Let's go, I'm looking forward to the auction tonight!" McCarran smiled and put on his suit and walked out. There was a long line of Mercedes-Benz cars parked outside his mansion. Very lavish, it doesn't look like he is participating in an auction seriously, but he feels like he is aggressively trying to make trouble.

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Paris suburbs

Lorisk Manor

As a building left over from the Sun King period, Lorisc Manor, like other castles in Paris, has welcomed countless owners. During World War I, it was the official residence of Marshal Foch of France. Hermann Meyer lived there. After the war, because he could not find an heir, the Lorisc estate was repossessed by the French government and later sold due to financial problems. Know that the buyer is a woman.

And now, the owner of this manor chose to hold a grand auction at the manor.

It was eight o'clock in the evening when Fisher drove his Lamborghini into the estate.

"Sir, your invitation!" Just when the car was parked, Fisher had not had time to take a closer look at the general situation of the manor, when two black suits with headphones came over.

"It looks like the evening event is quite formal!" Fisher took out the invitation and handed it to one of them.

"Sorry, have a nice evening!" After confirming the authenticity of the invitation, the black suit nodded respectfully, and then a waiter came over to lead Fisher to the venue.

"Is this your first time in France?" The waiter who led Fisher looked very chatty.

"I've been here a few times before, but this is the first time I've come to this manor. It looks very good here. Your boss must be very rich!"

"Thank you for the compliment, but our boss is just an ordinary businessman!"

The two walked through the path composed of green plants, through the garden corridor exuding a charming fragrance, went straight all the way, and entered the main building of the manor after crossing the long covered bridge.

"Boss, I've brought something!" Not long after Fisher came in, John and two bodyguards also rushed over with two black boxes.

"The prophets are already in place!"

"Okay, I see!" Fisher nodded, indicating that he knew.

Because the auction has not officially started, the guests who came to participate in the auction gathered in the banquet hall on the two floors of the main building, but almost everyone's attention was not on the sumptuous meal on the long table in the center of the banquet hall. Instead, they gathered in groups of three or five to discuss the content of the evening auction and the identity of the owner.

Fisher swept around and found that most of the people who came to participate in the auction were arms dealers from Western Europe and Russia. Among them, there were even a few acquaintances. At the beginning, Fisher had a lot of stock from the former Soviet Union from them.

The arms dealers also saw Fisher, and the two sides got together and chatted about gossip.

"Speaking of which, I didn't expect to see Mr. Fisher here. I wonder if there is something good to attract you at the auction tonight!" A Russian businessman with a strong Russian accent asked curiously.

"I'm here to join in the fun and see if there are any good collectibles, buy some and keep them, and sell them when the price goes up!"

"Oh hehehe..." A group of businessmen could only hehe when they heard such a standard answer. Isn't this nonsense, who came here for this purpose, did they come here to find a woman?

"Speaking of which, I heard that there will be nuclear warheads for auction tonight, is that true?" said a second-order dealer from the Netherlands in a low voice.

"I also heard that there is a Zhenjin auction tonight!" Another businessman, not to be outdone, also bought his own channels.

Nuclear weapons? Zhenjin? All the people present turned their attention to Fisher. Among these customers, the only one who has the courage and channels to use these things is Fisher. Is this the purpose of the other party?

"Don't look at me, I'm not interested in nuclear weapons!" This is the first time Fisher has heard that this auction dares to sell warheads. Logically speaking, shouldn't there be some spy organization lurking in this place to stop the auction?

"Prophet, confirm your surroundings!" John, who was standing behind Fisher, asked in a low voice in his headset without Fisher's orders.

"There is no abnormality around, wait, there is a convoy!" The prophet squatted on the fork of a huge tree not far from the manor, and the sniper rifle in his hand quickly aimed at the parking lot outside the manor field.

"Sir, McCarran is here! He has a lot of people with him!" The prophet wearing an optical invisible cloak couldn't help sneering.

"This is someone's territory, and how many people they bring is their freedom!" Fisher held the juice and looked at the door.

The next second, the wooden door of the banquet hall was slammed open, and then James McCarron in a saucy white suit walked in with his head held high, followed by a dozen bodyguards behind him. Mi stood still, facing the guards arranged by the owner of the manor.

"This guy is so arrogant!"

"Can you not be arrogant, people's ancestors are nobles, and they are the most powerful arms dealers in Western Europe. The guests of the NATO joint meeting have arrogant capital!"

In fact, McCarran also heard the discussion, but this was exactly what he expected. Unlike Fisher, who usually likes to be a little more low-key, McCarran felt that the more famous he was, the more proud he became.

"Oh, look, who is this, my friend, Mr. Fisher Adams!" As soon as he entered the banquet hall, McCarran glanced around, and after seeing Fisher standing in the corner, he posed a With a very enthusiastic look, he opened his arms and walked up.

And Fisher couldn't hide, and simply walked forward with two glasses of juice, before McCarran hugged himself, and shoved the juice to the other side.

"Uh!" McCarran's smile solidified on his face. He looked at the juice in his hand, and then at Fisher, not knowing how to continue.

"Sorry, I'm driving, I can't drink, long live France!" Fisher raised the glass, touched it, and then drank the juice inside.

"Okay! Long live France!" Macallan, who put away his exaggerated smile, had no choice but to gulp down the juice, and then shook hands with Fisher.

"Actually, you should think carefully about our proposal for cooperation!"

"Of course, I think about it every day. The McCarran Group has always been an important strategic partner of the Giants, and I have been advocating deeper cooperation with the McCarran Group within the company. Unfortunately, the Giants are not me alone. Forget it, many shareholders are annoyed by Mr. McCarran's aggressive attitude towards the American market, so I can only slowly convince them!" Fisher never let go of the other party's hand, but took McCarran to the banquet. In a corner of the hall, he poured bitter water on the other side.

Looking at the embarrassed look on the other's face, McCarran might have believed it if he hadn't known that the Titans were Fisher's words, but he couldn't tell the truth, so he could only let Fisher play haha.

"Actually, the cooperation between The McCarran Group and the Giants is beneficial and harmless. We can first carry out some small-scale cooperation in a certain area, such as energy. The McCarran Group has nearly half of the energy supply channels in Western Europe, and the Giants The crude oil extracted from the oil fields in Iraq can be sold to the McCarran Group nearby! Let's monopolize the energy supply of Western Europe together, how wonderful!"

"However, the price from Dongguo is higher, and as far as I know, the McCarran Group bid for North Sea oil development last month and was jointly offered by the British government and the German government!"

"Then we can have deeper cooperation in the military, right? The security business of the giant can be merged into the McCarran Group. We have billions of orders in Europe every year!"

"But the Iraqi government has handed over the power of homeland defense to the giants. We can't let the 30 million Iraqi people down!"

"It seems that the cooperation cannot go on?"

"No, no, I believe that the Giant God and The McCarran Group will be able to seek common ground while reserving differences and go hand in hand, but cooperation is very important. Both of us have to study it carefully. Once there is a result, we will definitely give you a satisfactory result. Answer, how?"

"I hope so!"

In fact, an important reason why Macallan is so eager to get Fisher is that the market is becoming increasingly saturated. At present, the largest customers of The Macallan Group are Germany, France, Italy, Poland, and then the southern countries of Morocco and these countries. The defense budget is very limited, and the giants occupy the American market, the Asian market, and even the UK and northern Europe. The small countries that are not bad have also fallen into the arms of the giants. If they can't open up new markets, McCarran The development of the group will tend to stagnate, and there may even be a series of unpredictable effects, but Fisher's appearance of haha ​​makes him uncomfortable, so he can only give up and talk about other topics.

Fisher's attention at the moment was on a man behind him. The man had a messy split, a large respirator on his face, and a whirring sound from time to time.

Fisher carefully searched for the other party's information from the slightly vague memory, vaguely remembering that this man is probably the technical officer of the McCarran Group and the commander of the Cobra organization. What is he doing?

Perhaps noticing Fisher's gaze, the man wearing a respirator nodded politely to Fisher.

"This is Mr. Rex, the chief scientist of The McCarran Group. He suffered trauma to his respiratory system because of an experimental accident, so he had to use a respirator!" Seeing Fisher staring at his subordinates, Mike Karen introduced it casually.

"Oh, in fact, you can come to Titan, we will install a mechanical respirator for the wounded with damaged airways, so that you don't have to be so uncomfortable!" Fisher remembered that this Rex was not right with McCarran, In the end, he kicked him out of the cobra with one kick, and dug the corner of the wall directly and aboveboard.

"Thank you Mr. Fisher for your kindness, but I'll talk about the respirator later. I have to help Mr. McCarran now!"

"Oh, that's a pity!" Fisher could only shake his head regretfully.

"Sorry everyone for waiting, now the auction is about to start, please come in!" Fisher wanted to say something, but a tall, thin man with a mustache suddenly walked in from the door inside the banquet hall , interrupted him.

"In this case, let's participate in the auction first, and then let's talk slowly after the end!"