Along the way, the Mercedes-Benz fleet drove through dozens of streets.
Half an hour later, the convoy carrying this group of overseas mercenaries finally arrived at the entrance of the Qiu Group Building.
The doors of the Mercedes-Benz fleet opened.
The mercenary captain Abdul, with a cold expression on his face, slowly stepped out of the car.
In his hand, he held an iPad-air tablet computer.
On the screen of the tablet computer, the city navigation map of Shanghai City is open. On it, a reasonable protection and escort route has been clearly drawn with red lines.
Abdul's face was cold and calm, and he put away the iPad Air tablet in his hand.
He slowly raised his head and stared at the huge skyscraper in front of him with deep eyes.
Qiu Group, construction building.
Height, 530 meters.
Floor, 101st floor.
The building uses a large area of sunshade curtain wall glass.
Fire safety level...S level.
With just one glance, he analyzed the simple structure of the building.
This level of visual analysis is so terrifying.
Sun Xue, the president's secretary, walked out of the building door with a smile on her high heels and greeted her.
"Captain Abdul, welcome to Yanxia." Sun Xue spoke in fluent English.
"Yes." Abdul looked cold and nodded to Sun Xue. There was no unnecessary conversation.
"This way, please." Sun Xue smiled and welcomed the mercenaries into the building.
Abdul led the team and walked into the Qiu Mansion with more than twenty mercenaries behind him.
Take the elevator and go upstairs.
Along the way, Abdul and his men were carefully observing the entire Qiu Building's institutional floors and various security and defense measures.
As a group of professional and experienced mercenaries, they are indeed far superior to ordinary people!
The elevator reaches the ninety-ninth floor.
A group of people stepped out of the elevator.
Secretary Sun Xue smiled and took Abdul and others towards the lounge.
According to President Qiu's wishes, these mercenaries were placed in the lounge to wait for a few minutes, and then she would come to greet them.
"Where is Qiu Yiren?" But at this moment, Abdul asked in English with a calm and indifferent expression.
"Mr. Qiu...she is working in the office now." Sun Xue explained in a magnetic voice, "Everyone, please wait in the conference area for a few minutes. President Qiu will be here soon."
But Abdul looked cold, shook his head, and said in English, "No need, take us directly to Qiu Yiren's office."
"This?" Sun Xue was stunned for a moment, but before he could speak to dissuade him... Abdul turned around with a cold face and walked towards the president's office...
The two dozen mercenaries behind him followed with cold expressions...
Sun Xue was left alone and stunned??
This group of foreign mercenaries is too cold and unorganized, right?
It took her a few seconds to react, and she hurriedly stepped on her high heels to follow...
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CEO's office.
Qiu Yiren was currently chewing a pen, sitting on the president's chair, calculating complex medical and chemical engineering formulas.
As a CEO and the person in charge of medical projects, she needs to take on too much work.
I have to engage in medical scientific research and development, but also focus on managing the business of the group. I am almost extremely busy.
At this time, while she was doing chemical engineering calculations, there was a laptop beside her. The analysis chart of the A-share stock market was open on the computer. She was always vigilant about the financial dynamics of Yuanxing Group.
And, at this moment.
The door to the president's office was suddenly pushed open!
A sturdy man with foreign appearance and an indifferent expression walked directly into the president's office step by step.
Behind him, outside the office door, there was a group of foreign men in black suits standing around.
Qiu Yiren was originally calculating medical engineering formulas. When she saw this foreign man who suddenly pushed the door open, she was slightly startled?
"Who are you?"
"Abdul, Arctic mercenary, captain of the first team." Abdul introduced himself slowly with a cold voice.
While speaking, his eyes... had already glanced deeply at the CEO's office, and then his eyes were locked on Qiu Yiren.
Upon hearing this foreigner's English introduction, Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes... frowned slightly.
This is the overseas mercenary captain that his father spent a lot of money to hire... to protect him?
"Hello." Qiu Yiren nodded slightly, and then said, "I'm still busy now. You guys go to the lounge and wait for me for a while. I've prepared fruit tea and desserts for you. Take a rest and I'll be right over.
"
Qiu Yiren said in a calm voice.
Although the foreign man in front of him suddenly broke into the door and was very rude, Qiu Yiren still said calmly and softly without giving any expression.
However, Abdul looked cold and said again, "I'm sorry, President Qiu Yiren, I came here to protect you on your father's orders. Please pay attention to it."
"Now, I need to conduct a comprehensive inspection of your office to eliminate any safety hazards." Abdul said in a cold voice.
Qiu Yiren's beautiful eyes narrowed and she raised her head.
She was a little angry and wanted to explode.
This overseas mercenary is too offensive, isn't it?
However, thinking that it was his father who spent a lot of money to hire him, Qiu Yiren still held back.
She calmed herself down, took a deep breath, and said, "My office is safe, no need to check."
"I'm sorry, my duty is for your safety." However, Abdul did not give in at all.
Qiu Yiren; "..."
Is this person sick?
Forget it, Qiu Yiren suppressed the slight anger in her heart. She had no choice but to stand up and let him check.
After all, he was hired by his father to protect him, out of reason and for safety.
Qiu Yiren could only let him inspect the office.
Abdul looked indifferent, took out an electronic device, and walked around the office, checking whether there were any monitors or other objects.
At the same time, his eyes were also carefully looking at the structure of the entire office.
After carefully checking for ten minutes, Abdul slowly came to the floor-to-ceiling window of the president's office.
Staring at the floor-to-ceiling window, his eyes... slightly condensed.
Is this a floor-to-ceiling window made of bulletproof glass? Moreover, it has an infrared reflective film.
To prevent sniper rifle shooting.
Is this something that an expert has pointed out?
He slowly approached the floor-to-ceiling window, lowered his head... and looked at the street hundreds of meters below.
It seems that he is calculating and checking the route map of the street below the floor-to-ceiling window.
In the office, Qiu Yiren stood aside with her arms folded and her pretty face calm, waiting for his inspection.
"Is there a problem? Mr. Abdul." Qiu Yiren asked calmly. Apparently, she suppressed the impatience in her heart.
Abdul slowly looked away from the floor-to-ceiling window.
"No problem, President Qiu Yiren, your office...at present, it is very safe."
Qiu Yiren nodded, "Then, you go to the conference room and wait for me. I'll come over right away after I finish handling the matters at hand."
This group of foreign mercenaries was really troublesome, and she was a little annoyed at this time.
This mercenary captain was too aggressive and proactive. He entered the office directly without her consent and asked to inspect his office.
It would be very troublesome for such a person to be his own bodyguard.
There is no priority.
Qiu Yiren was a little helpless.
Although, Mr. Chen next door has no priority.
But the guy next door is a real master with terrifying skills. He has saved Qiu Yi many times.
Moreover, Mr. Chen, it was Qiu Yiren who personally came forward and spent a high price to beg him to protect her.
However, this group of mercenaries in front of me... is different.
After all, he came back from overseas, so he doesn’t know the details.
As soon as we arrived, we were so indifferent, which was not polite at all.
No respect for superiors at all.
Qiu Yiren has a headache.
At that time, I still don’t know how to arrange this group of mercenaries.
The more I think about it, the more headache I get.
But, at this moment, when Abdul walked out of the door of the president's office, his footsteps suddenly stopped.
He stretched out his hand, pointed to the office not next door, and asked.
"President Qiu Yiren, who does this office... belong to?"
Qiu Yiren was startled and explained, "This is the office of a security director of our group."
