typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 1524 is still dog meat reliable

In the Saint-Eustache Church not far from the Louvre, in a confessional specially set up for the powerful, the old Lycus, who was only half-breathed, was lying on his hospital bed and telling the Virgin about his sins.

.

The wooden Madonna was indifferent to any narration and just allowed the feeble voice to echo in the confessional.

After a long time, there was a knock on the door outside the confession room.

Ronal Likus, the current controller of the Likus family, walked in from outside. He whispered to the old Likus: "Father, the president has ordered the 'Poisonous Spider' to direct the next actions. I believe it will be done soon."

This embarrassing farce can be ended."

Old Likus stared at the statue of the Virgin for a long time before turning his head and saying with a weak breath: "Is our President willing to help?"

"The President is not too happy, but he cannot do without our support, so he can only compromise with us. After all, we are the real controllers of this country." Ronald said proudly.

"Hehehe..." Old Likus shook his head with a wry smile, "We just united a group of wealthy people and controlled a consortium, but we are still far from controlling the country. There are many similar consortiums, and we are just one of them.

one."

Old Likus obviously didn't want to talk more about the consortium, so he asked himself doubtfully: "The only thing I can't figure out at the moment is why the 'Prince' must kill Lin Sen? They are not on the same level at all. Why did the 'Prince' want to kill Lin Sen?"

Spending so much money? 100 million is not enough, 200 million will continue.”

Ronal was silent for a while and said in a deep voice: "I asked the 'Prince' the same question. He didn't want to answer at first. But then he got emotional and said, 'I have a feeling that this kid is threatening my life.

If I don't kill him, I will die."

"Lin Sen threatens the life of the 'Prince'?" Old Likus fell into thinking. After a while, he shook his head and said: "The 'Prince' is as mysterious as Lin Sen. There must be secrets that we don't understand. Unfortunately, we no longer have it.

The opportunity opened up."

Things have reached this point, and Zhou Qingfeng's existence has posed a great threat to the Likus family. The originally bold and creative plan has now become a laughing stock, and may lead to fire if it is not ended.

Even Ronald sighed over and over again. After so much effort, why can't he catch someone? Lin Sen is an actor, at most a rich actor. An actor is so difficult to deal with, and he let Heng Xing

Europe's big conglomerates feel threatened!

It stands to reason that the two are not of the same magnitude at all.

"We have currently transferred two battalions of nearly 700 people from the Foreign Legion to inject high-concentration tear gas into the entire Louvre before the operation. The 'Poisonous Spider' said it would try not to carry out a violent attack, but would not hesitate to use force if necessary. This time there will be no failure.

The possibility of success can also prevent the leakage of information."

Although he was very dissatisfied with the "Poisonous Spider"'s unruly temper, Ronal still had to admit that this woman dared to think and act, and had a ruthless style. Her suggestions were indeed the best way to resolve the current predicament as soon as possible.

"Go, I'm waiting to hear your good news." Old Likus lay weakly on the hospital bed and continued to look at the statue of the Virgin.

At this moment, outside the Louvre, a large number of soldiers from the Foreign Legion were wearing military police uniforms and removing large barrels of tear gas from cars. According to the media, this was to protect the cultural relics in the Louvre as much as possible.

the measures taken.

"We will do everything possible to avoid fighting." This is what the police spokesman said, and the soldiers currently under the command of "Poisonous Spider" are doing the same.

Soldiers wearing gas masks began to seal the doors and windows of the entire Louvre. They entered the former royal palace in large numbers and searched room by room, leaving no corner untouched.

Zhou Qingfeng had just had his second meal in the service area of ​​the Louvre. He found a French restaurant, found some ingredients from the freezer, and cooked some food to fill his stomach. He was just full at this time,

A strong, irritating gas poured in from all directions.

Ouch..., damn!

No matter how strong a person is, he cannot stop breathing. The concentration of tear gas is so high that it can suffocate a person to death.

The service area where Zhou Qingfeng was located was underground, and the gas flow was poor, so all the tear gas was poured in this direction. He quickly found a towel in the restaurant, wet it and covered his mouth and nose.

But this is far from enough!

High-concentration gas is too harmful to the human body. Zhou Qingfeng's eyes and throat were irritated and painful, tears flowed wildly, and he coughed constantly. He bent over and almost fell to the ground.

Zhou Qingfeng knew that he couldn't stay underground and had to get to higher ground quickly. And just as he was struggling to run to the second floor, the soldiers from the Foreign Legion came in wearing gas masks.

Grandma is a bear, you are so cruel!

The Foreign Legion is an out-and-out mercenary, a desperado who fights for money. Compared with those ordinary soldiers, the Foreign Legion has stricter management, more arduous training, and its combat effectiveness is also much stronger.

Most of the people who join the Foreign Legion are poor people who want to make a fortune and want to join the French nationality. The 'Poisonous Spider' has issued a reward. As long as you can kill the charred guy inside, the reward will be huge!

This man died for money and for food. He was disciplined and had a reward. A group of soldiers howled and went into the Louvre to look for Uncle Zhou.

When Qingfeng finally managed to escape from the bottom to the top of the palace this week, he found dozens of soldiers from the Foreign Legion waiting for him in the French painting exhibition hall.

Uncle Zhou, who rushed up, was having difficulty breathing, let alone fighting. His violent coughing attracted a large group of people to surround him, and everyone looked at him as if they were looking at gold bars.

When the soldiers wearing gas masks saw Zhou Qingfeng lying on the ground like a dead dog, they all burst into laughter. This mission seems very simple, where is the need for fighting? The target will be smoked with a burst of tear gas.

Wasted.

Several soldiers reported the situation excitedly and quickly approached Zhou Qingfeng. At this time, even twice his body weight could not save Zhou Qingfeng. He was really choked by the high-concentration tear gas, and they could only let others lift him up and face him outside.

drag.

And just as the soldiers cheered and dragged the precious trophy about ten meters away, there was a loud crash, and a floor-to-ceiling glass window on the second floor on the south side of the Louvre suddenly burst, and a black shadow rushed in from the outside.

Zhou Qingfeng, who was almost coughing to death from the smoke, heard the loud barking. He felt his body light up and fell to the ground with a plop. Then a few streams of warm blood spattered onto his face, leaving a sticky stream.

Fishy smell.

"Heh..., hehehe." Zhou Qingfeng's eyes were so smoked that he couldn't open his eyes, and his throat couldn't speak. But his ears recovered a little, and he could still hear screams, calls for help, gunshots and...,

The roar of 'dog meat'.

The smoked Zhou Qingfeng had no fighting ability. He could only try to hold up his body and crawl, following the direction of the airflow to the broken window. After working hard for a while, he finally felt that he could breathe easier again.

Already.

'Dogmeat' was raging in the Louvre at the moment, but Zhou Qingfeng was unable to move. He leaned against the window, sat on the ground, turned his head and looked at the blood and ruthless killings on the ground in front of him. The only thing he could do was to laugh.

Hehehe giggle…….

At critical moments, you can still rely on Silly Dog!


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next