Paris, as always, looks peaceful. Everyone should go to work and go to bars. It seems that nothing has changed, and the Champs Elysees is still crowded.

Only at some levels have begun to see some undercurrents that are invisible to ordinary people. Many people just think that there are more people on patrol. But they are all talking and laughing, but no one cares about this.

The transactions in the underground world have almost been temporarily terminated. Some contraband items that can be easily obtained on weekdays now seem to be completely banned. If you want to enjoy those, the bosses who used to take them out happily could only smile bitterly and let the guests go to other areas. Paris has no such things for the time being.

The poor guys just felt that they had a lot more patrol missions. Although they were a little dissatisfied and complained, everyone chose to shut up when they looked at their boss's fierce eyes.

But even their boss didn't know why the bad guy's old man was so manic recently. Everyone's eyes were wrong, and some special departments even canceled their vacations and entered a state of on-call at any time.

All this seemed so unusual, but they at the bottom had no idea what was going on. They just smelled the storm before the storm was about to come.

"Huh~!" Hou Dasheng breathed a deep breath and put the barbell in his hand back on the shelf. He had been undergoing a week of recovery training, and even went to the shooting range for three days of shooting training.

This injury brought him a lot of gains, especially in terms of combat shooting stability. He is now almost able to do it, judging the opponent's position based on the slightest sounds exposed by the opponent and then performing blind shots.

Although five of the ten guns would have a little deviation. However, in some battles that cannot emerge, this technique is extremely useful. At least there are several people with the blade, and they fell under Hou Dasheng's hands.

"Hou, are you ready?! We will go back to Paris tomorrow." Lisa came to the gym at some point. Her azure blue eyes looked at Hou Dasheng and narrowed into a slit: "I'm back, I'll make you fat goose gras."

Since Hou Dasheng woke up, he found that Lisa no longer called him the cook, but called him "Hou". He even knew that Lisa was quietly learning Chinese by herself. It seemed that she was still good at learning, but she didn't want to say Chinese in front of her.

"After going back, let's deal with those things first..." Hou Dasheng smiled and took the towel handed over by Lisa and said, "That's your brother's hard work, and you can't let it go. Some people should pay the price!"

Speaking of this, Lisa's face turned gloomy: "Yes, they should pay for what they do!"

"So, we will help you make them pay the price." At some point, a figure appeared in the shadow. Hou Dasheng and Lisa were already used to this guy.

This guy is called Lingyao. When Hou Dasheng woke up, he had already arrived at Lisa's side. Lingyao looked very average. To be precise, it was his average height and appearance. Even his figure was very average.

Even if Hou Dasheng has seen him more than once, if you want Hou Dasheng to accurately describe the appearance of Lingyao, Hou Dasheng still feels that he cannot describe it. Many times, Lingyao will even subconsciously ignore him when he is with Lisa.

Hou Dasheng looked at Lingyao with a wry smile: "Man, to be honest, every time I see you, I feel very scary. It's not about your appearance or something. It's your ability to appear silently."

"I actually came in with Miss Lisa, but you were busy doing bench presses at that time. We didn't interrupt you. Speaking of which, your bench press is 150, which is a very good level."

Hou Dasheng grinned and said that he would take a shower and have dinner together. Then he said goodbye to Lisa and Lingyao, and stood up and walked towards the locker room. Looking at his back, Lingyao felt thoughtful.

"Miss Lisa, he is a good companion. However, it may be difficult for you to be together." After accompanying Lisa out of the gym, Lingyao whispered to Lisa: "I have no intention of interfering in your private life, but I am just sighing about this pity."

When the spiritual medicine said this, Lisa paused. But then she continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened: "Maybe...but who knows the future situation?!"

"Even if I can't be together, at least I can help him a lot. That's enough." Lisa sighed: "In fact, if I could, I would persuade him to leave the ranks of mercenaries. If he really wanted to do related work, I might run a security company for him..."

"Miss Lisa, that gentleman probably won't accept your kindness." But Lingyao whispered: "It can be seen that he is not a person who is easy to compromise or rely on others. He is very proud, and this pride is deeply rooted."

"Maybe... he will start a security company by himself, but the premise is that the jackal... does not exist anymore." But Lingyao could hear the soft voice: "Or, it is the jackal transformation..."

The words of the elixir made Lisa think. In the current trend of the world, mercenaries have gradually begun to be known to some people. The opposition to mercenaries has never stopped.

So, can jackals transform?! Lisa smiled slightly, who said that mercenaries cannot transform?!

A few days later, Hou Dasheng, Lisa, Otto, and several people quietly boarded a frozen container truck in the night and drove slowly towards Paris.

And when they set off, Paris in the night began to change quietly. In the night, various snakes, insects, rats and ants began to wander in the dark corners of the magnificent city of Paris.

All the major forces standing in the clouds are destined to sleepless tonight.

"Old Albizi is indeed a hero. Unfortunately, his son Albizi is just a waste growing up in the brick city." The giant wolf looked at the information collected in his hand and sighed: "This time, there may not be any Albizi family again."

"Father! You said you will always help me! But now?! Damn, why has my funds been frozen?!" In a mansion near the Elysee Palace in downtown Paris.

A thin man with a beautiful beard at his thirties, his eyes were red and he said to a bald old man in front of him with a ferocious face: "We still have a chance! Father, we still have a chance!"

The bald old man looked at his son and said sadly: "Do you think we still have a chance?"

"Son, now it's time to admit failure is the best time. Before the Siliex family starts..."

"No! Father, we did not fail! Blades are just a temporary defeat, we have controlled most of the businesses of the Cialis family! Even more than half of the board of directors have turned to us!"

But when the middle-aged man saw bloody eyes, he said ruthlessly: "We have a good chance. As long as we can handle the board of directors before the little bastard returns to Paris, there will be no problem at all!"

Old Albizi looked at his son and said sadly: "Don't you understand what happened?! My son, we have failed. Do you know?! Why are so many people outside now ready to move?!"

"They are all waiting, waiting for us to jump over the wall." But Old Albizi looked at his son and whispered: "Now we admit defeat, maybe it is the best opportunity. If we miss this opportunity...uh..."

Old Albizi could no longer say anything. But he saw the middle-aged man with a ferocious face and pinched the old man's neck with his hands: "Why?! Why do you betray me! You are my father!"

"Do you think I don't know?! The old people in the family are discussing how to sell me to the bastards of Cialis! Do you think I don't know?! These are all your acquiesces!"

Little Albizi looked crazy, and his fingers that pinched his father turned white: "Why?! Why is this?! I am your son!! Why do you betray me?!"

Old Albizi could no longer speak, his eyes were filled with sadness. Looking at Little Albizi, he let go of his hand. His sad and regretful eyes gradually lost their spirit...

"Dadadada...Dadatu..." A slight gunshot sounded outside the door. It sounded like someone was constantly applauding, but the sound was immediately drowned in the suddenly amplified music.

Old Albizi had collapsed on the chair. Little Albizi, his hands tremblingly, gradually loosened his father's neck, and at this time, Old Albizi had completely lost his rest.

With his hands tremblingly, he closed his eyes with his uneasy eyes: "Father, forgive me for my last willfulness..."

"I have no way out, I can only go all the way. Either live, or die... But, I want to live..."

The phone rang out, and Albizi answered it. But King Arthur's voice came from the opposite side: "Your relatives are gone. Now you can only make the decision of the entire Albizi family."

"Okay, friend. We are now people on the same boat. I just hope we can survive this danger safely." But little Albizi took a deep breath: "As long as we can survive this, Blade and Albizi will be permanent friends from now on!"
Chapter completed!