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Chapter 300 Uninvited Guest

As soon as night fell, several black cars drove up on the road in front of the villa. Counting them carefully, they turned out to be five Mercedes-Benz cars. Their black jewel-like bodies seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black light under the reflection of the street lights.

The cars drove into the villa one after another and finally parked in the vast courtyard in front of the villa.

At this time, a group of energetic men wearing black suits also walked out of the villa, exuding a strong aura. The one walking at the front was a handsome young man with long hair.

Compared with the men in black beside him who exuded an intimidating aura, the long-haired young man did not have a trace of breath coming out of him. It was as if his whole person had been integrated with the surrounding environment. If you don't use your eyes to see, there is no one there.

will feel his presence

The long-haired young man and another man in a white Chinese tunic suit got into the Mercedes-Benz car at the front. Twelve men in black quickly walked to the four cars behind, opened the door, and got in quickly.

These people are all well-trained people, and they are never sloppy in their actions. Moreover, these people's steps are steady and their feet are silent. They obviously have strong hands.

The car started, turned around and drove towards the outside of the villa. One after another, they filed out of the villa courtyard. After a while, they disappeared silently on the road in front of the villa.

On the balcony on the second floor of the villa, a veil was fluttering in the wind. A woman with black hair and blue eyes and a beautiful face quietly watched the motorcade go away until the motorcade disappeared from sight, still looking at it for a long time...

In an ordinary three-story residential building in Paris, at the entrance on the ground floor, an old man with gray hair, his eyes seemed to be no longer functioning well, and wearing a pair of reading glasses, was sitting behind a table, dozing off.

The table is behind the iron gate, the only entrance and exit of the residential building. Next to the table is an old-fashioned building like the stairwell. It is very common in this community.

The people who live here are ordinary working people. Compared with the houses in bustling areas, the rent of this old-fashioned house is much cheaper.

Just like the urban villages in the big cities in China, although the transportation is not so convenient, the rent is cheap, which attracts the vast majority of young people who have just left school and are looking for jobs to rent here.

At this time, it was eight or nine o'clock in the evening, and there were still many young people walking on both sides of the street in this old city. From time to time, you could see some scantily clad blonde beauties, or leaning against telephone poles.

, or leaning against the wall, waving to young men, middle-aged uncles, or even white-haired old men passing by.

These women seem to be the legendary "street women" in the West.

A dazzling light suddenly shone at the entrance of the street in the old city, and then bursts of cheers and sharp whistles came from the entrance of the street.

Immediately, I saw five high-end black cars slowly driving into the street leading to the center of the old city. There was a silver-white circle in the middle of the front of the car and a sign similar to the word "人" in the middle.

Mercedes-Benz, and there were five of them, drove into this old city at the same time. Their arrival immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the street. Some troublemakers even whistled and made noises beside them.

Five limousines advanced silently, like five ghosts, toward the center of the old city. The young people on the street gave way. Who wants to be hit by a car?

After the motorcade passed, people on the street were still talking a lot, wondering who was in the car and who had the generosity to dispatch five expensive high-end cars at once.

There are many rich people in Paris, including many billionaires, but the rich have their own high-end residential areas. In an old city like this where dragons and snakes are mixed, the rich are forced to live in their old age.

Come to the city, especially at night

Five cars passed through the spider-web-like streets of the old city, and finally stopped outside the gate of a courtyard. In the courtyard was a three-story building. There was a table at the entrance of the building, and behind the table there was a table.

white-haired old man

At the moment when the five cars outside came to a silent stop, the old man who was dozing suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, he was no longer the decrepit janitor. His originally cloudy eyes suddenly became...

Two bright stars, two gleams of cold light shot out from their eyes.

The old man seemed to have received a new life, becoming energetic and domineering, just like a young soul lurking in his body awakened at this moment, and the dead wood became spring again.

The old man reached out and pressed a button under the table.

At this moment, the car door opened, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes stepped on the bluestone pavement in front of the yard, making a dull sound. Then, a young man with long hair stooped and walked out.

The slender and straight body, the devilishly handsome face, the calm demeanor and the wise eyes, after one glance, people will never forget the breeze blowing, the slightly longer hair flying freely, decadent and sexy

More than a dozen men in black suits got out of five cars one after another. They all had oriental faces. As soon as they appeared, a murderous aura immediately filled the air, giving the feeling of a sudden change of scenery.

The three or three people watching the excitement on the nearby streets immediately felt a chill coming to their faces, and their faces immediately changed, and they disappeared on the street with panicked expressions.

The visual impact and psychological pressure these dozen people gave to these ordinary people were unparalleled. They made these people feel fear and fear from the bottom of their hearts.

"Master, this is it," a young man wearing a white Chinese tunic suit walked up to the long-haired young man and whispered.

"Okay! Let's go in." The long-haired young man immediately walked towards the gate of the yard. The gate of the yard was two iron gates, welded with dark steel bars and fully two feet wide.

The iron door is locked because there is a code lock on it. In developed countries, code locks are common. Even new housing in many countries use code locks.

In the near future, people will no longer need to carry heavy keys when going in and out.

The seemingly thick and solid iron door flew into the air with a single move of the long-haired young man's hand, and smashed straight towards the entrance of the three-story building.

The old lady behind the desk at the entrance of the stairs was startled. He stood up from his chair and pushed forward with both hands, trying to block the iron door that was flying towards him.

At this time, the old man was as fierce as an awakened army. There was no trace of the senility that an old man should have. This old guy was hiding his secrets.


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