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Chapter Nine: Paris at Night

On the north bank of the Seine River in Paris, the Louvre, one of the four major museums in the world, stands quietly. It was built in 1204 and once served as the royal palace of France and was home to 50 French kings and queens. It was also the center of the French Renaissance.

One of the most precious buildings.

The Louvre was officially opened to the public as a museum in 1793. Today it has become a world-famous art palace and one of the largest art treasures. It is a palace of treasures that attracts worldwide attention.

It was March and the weather was slightly cold, but the Louvre still welcomed tens of thousands of tourists. The crowds stopped in front of the pyramid-shaped glass building in front of the Louvre, waiting to enter the Louvre to feast their eyes.

On one side of the pyramid-shaped entrance, next to the fountain pool, a young girl was taking a walk with an old gentleman with gray hair on her arm.

"Grandpa Angers, are you looking for Bondarev and Friedrich von Loon?" The young girl was Elizabeth. She said softly, "Friedrich is easy to understand, but this

Who is Bondarev?”

"Well... he is a very dangerous person. He once went to Black Swan Port, and it was destroyed not long after." Angers said carefully, "Well, you probably don't know.

Black Swan Port! It was once used by the Soviet Union to study dragons and hybrids. It was the top secret of the Soviet Union until it was completely destroyed by bombs at the end of December 1991 and turned into a ruins in the ice and snow."

"And Bondarev arrived there on the general supply ship 'Lenin' at Black Swan Port, and everything that happened in the next half month was caused by him. After the Black Swan Port incident, he disappeared.

No one knows where he has gone, and even all the identities he has used are false."

"I have been looking for him these years, trying to get the research materials he took away. Recently there was news that someone suspected of him was seen in France, so I took advantage of the opportunity to attend the spring banquet in Paris to conduct detailed investigations.

one time."

Angers went to Black Swan Port once in 1991 and happened to experience that incident. He was one of the witnesses. Due to the fighting at that time, he only saw Bondarev taking away research materials and a very important stone.

embryos, but did not see Dr. Herzog taking away a lot of information and three embryos.

Angers thought that other important embryos were damaged there, so he kept holding on to Bondarev. He also had a premonition that Bondarev was probably brewing a terrible conspiracy. When he discovered it later, the end of the world was probably not far away.

.

Angers raised his head slightly and looked at the clouds in the sky. Elizabeth beside him thought that they had been walking for a long time, so they walked into the Louvre and found an open-air coffee shop in the palace corridor next to the glass pyramid.

After ordering coffee, Elizabeth said, "It's very troublesome to find someone like this! Can Grandpa Ange describe his appearance in detail?"

"Okay," Angers recalled briefly, "He is a typical white man, with blond hair and blue eyes..."

By the time Ange finished speaking, two cups of hot coffee had been placed on the table in front of the two of them. Water mist slowly rose from the cup, bringing with it a unique and bitter taste of coffee, which made people feel refreshed.

"Well, it would be easier to find him if he had a specific appearance," Elizabeth picked up the coffee and took a sip. "But isn't this Friedrich dead?"

Speaking of this, the expression on Ange's face seemed to be a little darker. He said, "No, he was not at Kassel Manor in Germany when the Summer Mourning incident occurred, but in China, so he did not die. I

It is suspected that he betrayed the secret party and brought the Dragon King to Cassel Manor, which led to all the tragedies."

Ange's tone gradually became serious. When he mentioned the mourning of summer, he thought of his former close friends and predecessors who all died on that dark rainy night.

The murderer who caused all this, Li Wuyue, the Dragon King from China, is undoubtedly one of the four monarchs, but he is not sure which one he is. So this is what he has been dedicated to slaying dragons for a century.

root cause.

As for Friedrich von Long, he should be regarded as an indirect murderer and is equally unforgivable.

After years of investigation, he also discovered some clues that Friedrich was vaguely connected to a powerful mixed-race family, and this connection probably existed a century ago.

He began to suspect that someone was targeting the secret party.



In the afternoon, Ye Xuan took Violet around the Champs Elysées in Paris and then sent Violet back to the manor. The manor had enough armed forces to protect her.

When Violet returned to the room, Ye Xuan asked the maid to bring a message to Elizabeth and Ange, saying that she had something to do outside and would not come back for dinner.

Then I got into the Porsche, started the engine, and drove to the city again.

This time, he is going to go on a killing spree!



Ile de la Cité in central Paris at dusk.

Notre Dame de Paris stands tall under the setting sun. The dim sunlight hits the spire of the Gothic building, drawing a long shadow on the ground. It is brilliant and magnificent in the sunlight, and the towering spire is almost inserted into the clouds.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for Notre Dame to close, and the security guards patrolling around with flashlights, trying to find the lingering tourists.

Under normal circumstances, there will be no one at Notre Dame de Paris at night. However, today is an exception. Invited by a well-known bounty hunter, almost all the hunters who have accepted the capture mission are already outside Notre Dame de Paris.

They gathered in the square, hypnotized the security personnel, and then went directly into the church to prepare a battle plan for arrest.

Rodrigo Gattuso, the convener of this meeting, was standing on the podium of the Notre Dame Hall looking down at the hunters who came for the appointment. Behind him were three statues, with Louis XIII and Louis XIV looking at him on the left and right.

Look towards the Pietà in the center.

There are rows of candlesticks on the right side of the Notre Dame Cathedral. Dozens of white candles illuminate each other, filling the cathedral with a soft atmosphere. Even in the evening, the entire Notre Dame Cathedral appears brightly lit.

The hunters were all wearing black clothes and sat down in their respective seats in an orderly manner with solemn faces. They looked at the three statues behind the podium. Some were looking around and admiring the Notre Dame Cathedral at night.

They are all hunters who have taken on the task of capturing, and they can all be said to be people who are confident in their own strength. This time they were summoned for a meeting in Notre Dame, and they felt more or less uncomfortable. They all have their own unique characteristics.

Proud and unwilling to be inferior to others.

But... there are always exceptions. This time they were summoned by Rodrigo Gattuso, one of the heads of the Gattuso family in France. In front of this huge family that has been casting a shadow over Europe for hundreds of years, even if

They have the strength but not the confidence to challenge the authority of the Gattuso family.

Except...the four who died in the morning.

316 people. A man next to Rodrigo who looked like a subordinate came forward and reported to him the number of hunters gathered this time.

Rodrigo is dressed in a black priest's robe with a cross pendant hanging on his chest. He looks no different from a real priest. But at the age of 43, he is already the head of the Gattuso family in France.

One day, a large black robe covered his bloated body. Only a few traces of past muscles on his arms showed that he was not a simple person back then.

At this moment, he was standing on the podium, with many candlelights shining behind him, and the shaky firelight shining on his slightly fat face, giving people an indescribable feeling of disgust.


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