Chapter 56

The blue Lamborghini sports car pulled out a beautiful curve, drove through the Arc de Triomphe square and entered the busy street. Looking at the traffic flow, Fisher had to say that his choice was right. Lamborghini really kept a low profile. At least there were no arrogant armored vehicles on the streets of Paris.

As soon as the car turned into Kelly Bell Street, the peninsula hotel was close at hand. Fisher parked his car at the door of the hotel and met him with a doorman in a top hat.

"Welcome to Paris!" After taking the key in Fisher's hand, the doorman carefully drove the sports car out of the gate and went to the parking lot.

Fisher led Prescott into the lobby of the hotel.

The receptionist who had confirmed Fisher's identity earlier had been waiting in the hall and greeted Fisher as he entered the hall.

"Is that Mr. Fisher, please? I am Camille Charlotte, the private housekeeper assigned to you by the hotel. I will serve you during your stay in Paris. I hope you have a pleasant trip! " The lobby manager who spoke fluent English bowed slightly with a professional smile on his face, and his professional clothes involuntarily revealed a profound career line.

"Hello, Ms. Charlotte, can you take me to my suite? I've been flying for hours and I'm a little tired!" Fisher's attention was completely absent from each other. He would be really hungry. In addition, the pilot of C17 was a hairy pilot who had driven a white swan before. He didn't rest well all the way.

"Book a suite for one month first, and this will give me a glass of ice water! Then prepare some food and send it to the room! " Fisher took out his credit card and handed it to the other party.

"Please wait a moment!" Camille nodded, then turned to the lobby bar to get his room card, while Fisher led Prescott to the rest area.

At the moment, it is evening, and many people in the rest area are tasting coffee and dessert. As a privacy oriented hotel, the gap between the rest area compartments of peninsula hotel is relatively large, and the lights are relatively dim. In the center of the rest area, there is a long reservoir. Water flows out of the pool, flows into the special pipe next to the pool, and then flows elsewhere from under the floor.

"Woof, woof!" Seeing the pool, Prescott looked very excited.

"Want to play? Go! " Fisher smiled and rubbed the dog's head, then untied the rope and let the dog go and play with the water by himself.

The black back with shiny fur jumped into the pool in a 100 meter sprint, and played with it. The splashing water and the movement of play also attracted the attention of many people.

"Sorry, sir, your dog is playing in the pool..." a young man with a manager on his chest came over. Although what he said was dissuasive, his tone seemed a little strange.

"What's the matter? Isn't this pool for fun?" Fisher picked up the sugar cube and put it into the coffee he had just delivered.

"No, this pool is an ornament. Our guests here are all upper class people. If you indulge your pet like this, it will bring us great trouble!"

"Upper class?" Fisher swept around the crowd and saw that many people were watching.

"All right!" Fisher took the checkbook out of his pocket, tore off a page and began to write.

"Sir, this is not a tip!" Watching Fisher's action, the French manager sneered in his heart. These American upstarts really have no quality.

"No, not a tip!" Fisher finished writing the last zero, then got up and threw the check into the manager's hand. "I'm going to buy this hotel and make a new rule. You can play in the pool!"

"This!" The manager looked at a string of zeros on the check and was at a loss for a moment. He looked at Fisher and found that the other party had lost his thousands of dollars custom suit and went into the pool to play with Prescott.

Fisher's generous performance really startled everyone present. The guests who had been waiting to see Fisher's jokes raised their ears and waited for how things would go on.

"Sorry, Mr. Fisher, your room is ready!" At the critical moment, Camille, the private housekeeper arranged by the hotel for Fisher, came over, returned Fisher's credit card, and then stared at his bewildered colleagues behind him.

"I'm sorry to bother you. The hotel will give you a satisfactory answer about today. In addition, you and your pet can play here at any time!"

It has to be said that at the same level of manager, the difference between Camille and another person is highlighted.

"Good! But I still want to buy the hotel! The peninsula hotel doesn't sound good. Change its name to atlas! " Fisher fished the wet dog out of the water and followed Camille up the elevator without looking back.

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"You bought a hotel and set a new rule in less than three hours in Paris! Are you serious? " After taking a bath and getting ready for a good sleep, Fisher just lay in bed when Kate called.

"Yes, this hotel sounds good. It has beautiful environment and first-class facilities. It's just that people are a little naive. Buy it as a company benefit!" Fisher took a look at the time. Well, he could sleep for an hour and a half.

"Employee benefits? I really appreciate having a boss like you! You've spent seven figures more on buying a hotel. Isn't it good to take the money to pay a bonus? "

"Well, Kate, money is called money only when it flows. What's the meaning of saving it?"

"OK, you have a rest. I'll be responsible for the follow-up!" Kate rolled her eyes and hung up the phone.

Fisher breathed a sigh of relief, buried his head under the pillow and slept comfortably.

When Fisher walked out of the bedroom with his bare arms wrapped in his bathrobe, he found that Camille was squatting on the ground feeding Prescott with nutritional cream. The dog's big watery eyes looked quite lethal.

"You've been fooled by it!" When he saw that Camille was going to unscrew another nutritional cream, Fisher couldn't help interrupting, "this guy usually cheated on snacks with my mother!"

"Ah, Mr. Fisher!" Kamil quickly stood up when he heard the voice, "sorry, I'm here to deliver your clothes. I've sent your previous suit to dry cleaning. After cleaning, I'll deliver it to you in person! And here are your car keys! "

"OK, thank you!" Fisher nodded, then took the replacement clothes on the sofa and went into the bedroom.

"Can I help you?"

"No, thanks!" Fisher knows what the other side is up to. In fact, Fisher doesn't like women who approach him with strong purpose, because if something goes wrong, it will be very troublesome. Justin hammer is a good example. Justin hammer and Tony Stark can be regarded as the two arms dealers of the most stallions in America. Of course, Stark is by nature, Justin is just trying to compete with each other.

For example, stark likes magazine cover girls, while Justin likes to find Hollywood stars. Therefore, the problem arises. Stark's cover girls only need peper to handle it. Sometimes those people just want to touch Stark's sexy chest muscles, and they have nothing else to ask, while Justin's ones, Justin is always asked to make all kinds of bad checks, such as money and fame, but he really doesn't want to spend millions on a one night stand. Therefore, he often goes to court with those female stars who have been voted by his white women. The New York tabloid also wrote a joke for this. The legal department of stark industry is fighting piracy, The legal department of hammer industries is to crack down on the tertiary industry in New York, and Justin hammer has the largest legal team in the United States, but it is only used to help him recover his bad reputation among actresses.

And this Camille is so deliberately trying to please Fisher. He just wants to go further in the hotel. Fisher doesn't mind helping her get another promotion. Of course, it's OK to sleep together. Sleeping with a dog is much more fun than a woman.

"Do you need to book dinner for you?"

"No, no, I may not come back tonight. Maybe you can prepare a breakfast for me!" Dressed Fisher picked up the car key and was about to go out.

"Well, Mr. Fisher, if you need to visit the scenery of Paris, I can be your guide or the hotel can arrange it! We also offer shopping membership cards and shuttle buses! "

"No, thank you. I'm just going to do a private business. The schedule of visiting Paris has to be arranged later!"

Leaving some lost private housekeeper, Fisher drove all the way to the safe house. He should go to the auction in four hours. He has to arrange his back hand!

The safe house set up by COMAC is under a noisy bar. The boss is also a member of the giant God. Because he lost an arm in the battle, he chose to retire after receiving prosthetic surgery and returned to his hometown to open a bar.

"Boss, welcome to Paris!" When he saw Fisher coming in, the owner of the bar was particularly surprised. He left his partner who was drinking and bragging and led Fisher into the backyard of the bar.

"They're in the cellar. I'll go ahead and watch!"

"OK, hard work!" Fisher still attaches great importance to such veterans. One day, when the giant god u decides to rebuild the world order, they are very qualified leaders and dark sons. Therefore, the giant god tries to do his best for their welfare and follow-up treatment.

After the boss left, Fisher opened the door of the cellar and walked slowly down the wooden steps.

Rows of huge oak barrels came into view, and there was a faint smell of malt in the air. There was a long table in the innermost part of the wine cellar. At the moment, the personnel of the action team were eating a simple dinner around the table.

"The food looks good!" Although the tableware and environment were a little primitive, the food on the table was not, such as filet mignon, seafood pasta, fried crispy pork ribs and ox tongue. Fisher's stomach also growled.

"Good, just some!" The prophet gave up his stool and asked fisher to sit down. Then he pulled another chair and sat next to Fisher.

"It should not be as good as you usually eat. Don't dislike it! BOSS！” The gunner handed Fisher a full plate of food, which was rather embarrassed.

"I usually don't eat so well. What do I dislike? If you don't believe it, ask the prophet, he knows!" Fisher was not polite either. He took the fork, put it in his mouth full of noodles and pork chops.

"I testify to that!" The prophet nodded. He and Fisher had known each other as early as the army, and naturally knew Fisher's usual situation.

"By the way, what are you going to do when you secretly call us here?" After destroying the food in front of him, the prophet poured Fisher a cup of freshly squeezed juice and said curiously.

"I'm going to an auction later. I need to get an item in my hand. You are my backup. If you successfully shoot that thing, you are responsible for returning it to the base in Iraq. If you don't shoot it, we'll take it!"

"Can you tell me what it is? So important? " The ruins looked puzzled.

"Zhenjin!"

"Zhenjin? What is that? " The youngest IAS was puzzled.

"A rare metal, rarer than gold!" The prophet explained to others.

"Yes, this metal is very important for the development of our air and space forces. I dropped you to ensure that everything is safe. Is there any problem?" Fisher looked around and asked.

"What about the enemies we may encounter?" The Scout raised his hand. "Are we allowed to use lethal force?"

"The enemy may only have light infantry. It is not ruled out that the other party has heavy armor. I have prepared expert exoskeletons for you. This can be solved. As for lethal force, it must not be used without endangering your own life, okay?"

"I see!"

"OK, this is the satellite map and three views of the environment to be held at the auction. The prophet, I'll give it to you!" Fisher patted each other on the shoulder.

"Of course, give it to me. Oh, by the way, what about your safety? Otherwise, you can take the ruins with you. That boy is a good hand. Once it starts to fight, four or five guys can't get close to him! There's only one John and two bodyguards on your side. It's hard to deal with problems! " The prophet put forward his views.

"It's all right! You forget, I also came out of the marine expeditionary force, and the focus at night is Zhenjin, not me. If something goes wrong, the enemy will only come for Zhenjin, okay? "

"Well, keep the communication unblocked that night and call at any time!"

"Of course!" Fisher still respects the prophet. Although he is a little black, he is more like an Englishman. He is calm, decisive and good at thinking. There is no failure in any task he has performed.

an hour later.

"All right, everybody, check the weapons. We're ready to go!"