Agents are people walking between black and white. They are bound to deal with various dark affairs when performing missions, so they naturally have to contact various dark people hiding under the public media. Mercenaries are one of them.

The group of mercenaries is of varying quality, and even the black uncles in Africa are mercenaries. However, theirs have neither training nor organization, and their combat effectiveness is basically at the point of scaring people.

It is definitely not that simple that the mercenary she is calling out by the "Piracy Spider". The one she has found is considered a mercenary king.

The original name of "Lion" is unknown, but he got such a nickname just because he has rough and wild blonde hair. Looking back at his background, people in the industry only know that he is Albanian and has an inconspicuous background.

Albania is known as the "Land of Mountain Eagles". Mountains and hills account for three-quarters of the country's land area. Perhaps it is this environment that creates the "Lion"'s strong physical strength, steady personality, and tough will. These qualities are too important for a mercenary.

The "Lion" fought the Bosnia-Herzegovina civil war, played genocide, and took the salary of Cia to chop off the heads of the hairy bear soldiers in Chechnya. After taking the line of the "poison spider", he specialized in doing some wet work to clean up the mess - only those who have to bleed are wet.

People who work as mercenaries generally don’t have long lives because there will always be various unimaginable dangers in the mission. If you can live for five years in this industry, you are a strong man. The reason why the "Lion" has worked for more than ten years but has not died because he is very cautious and is even ridiculed as "small enough".

But because of this prudence, the "Lion" is famous. Because no employer would like to hire a bad-tempered thug, and no mercenary would like to like his boss as a brainless reckless man. Everyone works with guns just to make money, not to die.

In order to complete the task, the mercenaries were willing to spend money on their equipment. The "Lion" had a military night vision device smuggled from the United States, a complete set of individual encrypted communication equipment, and a large-scale protective bodyguard. He even wanted optical camouflage, but unfortunately there were not many "poison spiders".

And Zhou Qingfeng at this moment?

This old man had just had a few confrontations with French special police. Unlike ordinary terrorists, he was not afraid of confronting the military and police head-on, even if there were too many people on the other side. In his opinion, the strong special police were not hungry yet.

On the five floors of the Louvre, in order to reduce the scope of activities of the "terrorists", the French special police first found ways to control the various stairs. In order not to be trapped to death, Zhou Qingfeng deliberately ran around - are you guarding the stairs? I will drive you away.

How terrible the Legion Commander is, it has been proven in previous adventures. Without a few dozen times the number of people, it is basically impossible to trap him. Mr. Zhou, who is running around, has caused the French special police to be transferred repeatedly, and once he is transferred, he often makes mistakes.

Zhou Qingfeng is currently staying in the Syrian Pavilion on the first floor on the ground, which is the southeast side of the Louvre, and contains a large number of ancient Egyptian historical relics. At his feet is a special policeman, whose rapid breathing represents the current fear of the special policeman.

Under the deserted emergency light, Zhou Qingfeng's face was charred, making people unable to see his appearance clearly, and his image was very terrifying. The special police had heard the mission briefing before coming in, saying that the terrorist had suffered a blow in the Palace of Versailles and should have been injured. But now when he really saw it, he knew that this guy was seriously injured.

But such a seriously injured guy dared to take the initiative to attack the special police and made him succeed repeatedly. When he saw him limping out, the special police first reaction was to laugh, but the precise bullets quickly made them unable to laugh.

The special police on the ground fell down after being hit in the thigh in a raid. His companions had no time to rescue him, and half of the team was beaten to retreat. When the subsequent reinforcements rushed over, Zhou Qingfeng ran away with him who was hit in the thigh.

The successive personnel losses made the special police slow down, and Zhou Qingfeng took off the helmet of the captured special police casually. The night vision device on it was exactly what he needed urgently at the moment.

In addition to the night vision device, Zhou Qingfeng also took off the entire uniform of the captured special police. He specially chose a special police officer with a height of about the same height as him to stay, just to change his clothes.

Bodyguard vest, tactical vest, confidential walkie-talkie, stuntball, pistol, magazine, black uniform, and finally Zhou Qingfeng was shocked to find that he had caught a female special police officer. He pinched the other party's bulging chest to confirm, and then shrugged and expressed his apology.

After taking off his top and pants, the size of the clothes was quite appropriate. It was just that the process of wearing clothes made Zhou Qingfeng very painful.

Zhou Qingfeng was hit by a heavy high-explosion grenade before, and the skin on the front was almost burnt. Although his powerful self-healing ability was bridging his wounds, wearing clothes still made him scream almost. Because some broken fabrics were embedded with the flesh, it hurts to pull them.

The female special police on the ground was stripped of only her underwear. Zhou Qingfeng kindly tied her thigh wound, then patted her face and made a kiss, and left casually.

Without Zhou Qingfeng's control, the female special policeman got up from the ground, looked at the direction where the terrorists left with complex and inexplicable eyes, and slowly retreated with the wall.

At this moment, in addition to the pain in the wounds in various parts of his body, Zhou Qingfeng also had itchy self-healing, and he could bear these two feelings a little. However, he had strong self-healing ability and digestive ability. He was hungry again when he had just eaten his fill.

If you are hungry, you can solve the problem. It is not too difficult to find food in the Louvre, but there is another problem that is quite troublesome - you have strong digestive ability and strong metabolic ability. If you eat too much, you will be excreted. Mr. Zhou feels that his stomach is very bulging and he must find a place to facilitate it.

"Do you want me to go to the toilet?" Zhou Qingfeng was not familiar with the Louvre, so it was difficult to find a toilet. Moreover, the structure of the toilet was a unique place, and if someone was caught in a jar - the headlines of the newspaper after dawn were 'A stupid terrorist was captured alive in the toilet'.

Zhou Qingfeng wandered around the quiet palace, surrounded by the crystallization of human civilization thousands of years ago, with a wide range of sculptures, paintings, and handicrafts. When he saw the surveillance probe, he would shoot and destroy them, and various cables would be cut off without hesitation. At present, most of the surveillance systems on each floor have been paralyzed.

In this case, Uncle Zhou couldn't hold it in when he wandered to the west side of the first floor of the ground. Considering that the first floor passage was the most convenient, he chose to make it convenient here.

After finding a sculpture statue, Zhou Qingfeng took off his pants and squatted down. He looked up and saw, uh..., Venus with broken arms?

Goddess, I’m sorry. This person has three urgent issues and must be solved.

Under the goddess's cold eyes that were always the same for thousands of years, Mr. Zhou's shit, pee and fart were scattered. It was the first time that no one in the world had done.

At this time, the mercenaries of the "Lion" have quietly cleared the second and first floors underground. Up to the first floor on the ground, just popping out of the stairs, a foul stench hits towards you.

Who threw tear gas littered?

No, it's not the smell of gas!

Is it a chemical poison?

Not right...

Damn, who is so uncivilized? He actually shits in public and is so stinking.
Chapter completed!