The door of the courtyard house has been welded dead

Elysee Palace.

A magnificent office.

Colonel Fernand held the report in his hand and hurriedly knocked on the door of the office.

After the door opened, the secretary stood aside, looking guilty at General Gao Lego inside, and looking quite helpless to Fernand beside him.

However, General Gao Legao, who was sitting behind his desk, turning his back on his chair and looking out the window, did not pay attention to this scene.

"I'm so sorry, General~!"

"Come in~!"

Recognizing who the person was, Gao Lego turned the leather chair, turned sideways and looked at the two people in front of the office door, waved his hand and motioned for Fernand to come in.

Fernand patted the female secretary on the shoulder and winked playfully, indicating that she should go to the office first.

"I hope you can make an appointment in advance next time, Mr. Fernand!"

Seeing that the boss had agreed to meet the guest, the middle-aged secretary gave Fernan an angry look and then closed the office door.

"They went to the south and met Picaso~!"

Fernan took off his military cap and sat upright in front of the office. Without any nonsense, he directly explained his purpose.

"Well, what next~?"

"CIA temporary agents broke in and were subdued by them~!"

Fernan seemed to be suppressing a smile, secretly mocking their severely reduced mobility. After speaking, he shrugged towards the boss and explained the latest news, which he didn't know whether it was good news or bad news.

General Gao Legao raised his eyebrows and nodded noncommittally, as if he had already prepared for this, and there was no surprise at all.

"I think they must have smelled it!"

Seeing that the boss was still indifferent, Fernan raised his voice slightly, signaling that the situation might no longer be concealed.

"They are not stupid, especially our neighbors across the street, a group of guys who have always relied on the mainland's balance of power policy to maintain their gentlemanly dignity. Their noses have always been sharp!"

"So we...?"

Fernan was a little undecided. Those CIA agents who looked like idiots could neither be released nor captured now. It was a bit tricky.

"Help me forward this letter to that person. Gaul is the Gaul of the Gauls. We will only be responsible for our own people. Since he, like our neighbors, can only be trapped on a small island, then he can only Leave the meeting room that doesn’t belong to you with dignity!”

He took out an envelope that seemed to have been prepared for a long time and pushed it in front of Colonel Fernand. Looking at the very familiar name of the recipient on it, Fernand understood it instantly.

Things have to be put on the table.

"Yes~!"

After finishing the report and knowing how to deal with the CIA personnel, Fernand stood up and picked up the envelope.

"Don't forget to give them the keys!"

When the heavy door was closed, Fernand heard the last words of the general's confession.

What does this prove? It proves that things are settled and there is no need to be cautious anymore. Both parties may have even signed the memorandum.

As for the envelope, the old dust has been lingering under the all-round surveillance of the CIA like its neighbor. For Gaul, it is the same as the old boots and can be thrown away.

soon.

This private letter was delivered to Counselor Chen Yuan who was still "hospitalized". He was the least injured in the embassy incident. He has been urging the Gallic authorities to track down the culprit. Until he read the news in the newspaper a few days ago, he still did not believe the facts. The truth was that he was sent to the hospital again.

When I got this personal letter, I was immediately discharged from the hospital.

…    Eiffel Tower Austerlitz station.

Exit.

Different from yesterday, all kinds of newsboys selling newspapers, shoeshine boys, and thieves who broke into empty doors have all disappeared today.

The platform is full of yellow-skinned people, all dressed in black suits, looking left and right. When every train arrives from the south, these young men in black suits will come to the door where the train gets off, watching each train arrive. A person getting off the bus.

Whenever they see yellow-skinned people getting off the bus, they will swarm them indiscriminately, look at them, and then surround them.

"What are you doing?"

It's okay if you don't speak, but once you speak in your native dialect, you will get even more attention. Some people will enthusiastically hold your shoulders and help carry your luggage.

After pushing and shoving all the way to the exit, the people waiting at the door "identified" and then they were able to leave.

When the police officers in Gaul saw this scene, they initially tried to intervene during the call. However, they said they were helping to carry luggage and pick up people. The people were not robbed or beaten, and they were finally let go. , they can only do one thing more rather than one thing less.

As for who tests it.

That was the chipmunk that had been scraped out. At this time, his face was swollen like a pig's head, the corners of his eyes were bruised and purple, and there were freshly scabbed blood stains on the corners of his mouth. His head was bandaged, and his arms were clamped by two guys, unable to move. Even the black clothes that represented the logo of the Sanlian Gang were taken off.

It looked like it had been taken care of after being captured yesterday. If it hadn't been used for some purpose, it would have floated down the Rhine River to Fontainebleau downstream.

"Wen, Brother Wen, I can't stand it anymore, please give me some saliva!"

Not to mention running away at this time, the flower-tailed mouse probably couldn't walk very far with such a ghostly appearance. He looked at the crooked footman who was eating and drinking over there with a pleading look on his face, and licked his dry and wrinkled lips. He prayed extravagantly.

Hearing this, the leader of the Third Company Gang's Shintang Hall glanced at the unlucky guy with his eyes that had been observing the platform. A cruel smile appeared on his face, he patted the peanut skin in his hand and walked over slowly.

"Pia, Pia, drink, flower-tailed mouse, as long as you find the person, a river of water will naturally make you drink enough. Now, take good care of the person. If you let him go, I'm afraid no one will give you ash next year~ !”

He gently patted the flower-tailed mouse on the cheek, and the anger of the man who had been guarding the train station was also suppressed. If it weren't for him and Dao Scarkui, how could the money he lent to Feng Wanshan be lost? It became a blank slate.

It's true that the debt will be settled after death, but the second brother is his yellow paper brother. The incident happened because of these people. The flower-tailed mouse escaped from the battle again, broke the gang rules, and sent the second brother to be his subordinate. No one had anything to say. The premise is, He must find those people who killed his yellow paper brothers.

The flower-tailed mouse is dead, but the few dragons crossing the river can still be scratched. Who knows if there will be any surprises.

"I, I really can't do it anymore~!"

The flower-tailed mouse also knew that his time was short, but the most uncomfortable moment was when he was about to die. The bitter water was poured out last night, and now he was hungry and thirsty. He felt like he was going to see the Buddha.

"Woo, woo~!"

By chance, another northbound train slowly entered the station. Seeing the flower-tailed mouse unable to open his eyes, Brother Wen nodded and punched him in the stomach.

The flower-tailed mouse, who had been listless just now, almost lost his eyes in an instant. If the two people next to him hadn't tightly held his arms, he might have collapsed on the ground.

Looking at the passengers who were brought to him one by one with dull eyes, the flower-tailed mouse shook his head over and over again. He really regretted it at this moment. If he hadn't run away, he would have been caught if he was caught. How could he have suffered here? With.

It was almost evening when several members of the Third Company Gang rushed in from the exit door.

"Brother Wen, Brother Wen~!"

"What is it called? I'm not dead yet~!"

Zhuo Jiao Wen was even more angry at this time. After guarding for a whole day, he couldn't catch those three people. Thinking of the loaned money, he became more and more resentful.

"Brother Xiong just asked you to ask our brothers to guard the embassy and prevent anyone from entering~!"

"No, it's a shit shop. If I don't squat down, what will my yellow-paper brothers think of me down there? Tell me~!"

Zhuo Jie Wen grabbed the visitor's tie and pushed him aside. He pinched his waist with both hands and said with eyes splitting. It seems that the money lent is probably a lot. He even wanted to find an excuse for his big brother's greeting. Prevaricate.

"Brother Wen, this is not the greeting from the eldest brother, but the order from the general altar..." (End of Chapter)