Paris, outside the Ice and Fire Bar.

Occasionally, high-powered motorcycles and sedans sped along the streets of the dimly lit neighborhoods, and in an instant, they fell into silence. An old box car was parked under a tree on the side of the road, the windows and doors were closed, and it was dark inside.

In the carriage, three strong men in the overalls of the maintenance personnel of the telecommunications company sat next to a pile of instruments, wearing headphones, staring boredly at the large and small screens in front of them.

A monitor in the car picked up the walkie-talkie.

"Nightingale 1, how's it going?"

"Normal."

"Number 2."

"Normal, I haven't seen a single mouse."

This is a typical surveillance vehicle, which is full of surveillance instruments. On the screen of the instrument, every corner of the bar and every exit from the front door of the back alley are closely monitored.

"This guy hasn't been out in two days, what the hell is he doing inside?" One of them stretched out at the sight of the big man with the golden plate, and for a tall man like him, it was a torture to be nestled in the car.

"It's terrible to stay in this kind of ghost place for two days!" He sniffled, the carriage was filled with the smell of onions from pizza and the smell of sweat oozing from the pores, and couldn't help frowning and said: "Mr. V doesn't know why, let's spend so much time spying on this Chinese, just go in and kill him cleanly,"

"I heard that this guy who is being watched is not easy to deal with, he just came back from Africa, he used to be an elite in the mercenary circle, and he is also a descendant of Moriah, and the intelligence says that this guy is in the waters of Freetown and one of the seven suzerains of the original generation of Atlantis 'Gatekeeper'"

Tuk Tuk Tuk - Fafnier fought hard, and he was able to survive, which can be regarded as a character.

"Alright, alright." The big blond man couldn't help but interrupt his accomplice: "The intelligence officers in our regiment are really getting more and more disagreeable, and this kind of rumor can also be used as intelligence?" One half-breed, the other is a demigod suzerainmaster of the first species, and although I don't have a good opinion of Moria or Atlanteans, it is because of this that our attitude is the most neutral. I think this information is a hell of a joke, and it's more reasonable for you to say that a three-year-old kid went to a brothel and all the in it to cry daddy and mother......"

"Hahahaha!" The car suddenly erupted in obscene laughter, and when it comes to women and sex, they can always touch the G-spot of these strong men.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

There was a knock on the rear door, and the people inside stopped laughing, stared at the door vigilantly, quickly pulled out a pistol from his waist, and skilfully wiped it next to the holster.

Click-

Smoking a gun and opening insurance in one go, typical of an elite veteran's style.

"Who!?"

"Pizza...... The pizza delivery ......" remembered the childish voice of a young man outside.

A guy with a short beard glanced at the monitor and saw a young man delivering pizza outside the door, looking like a college student-looking age, wearing a red uniform, and a bicycle with a tail pocket parked next to him, holding a large box of seafood ham pizza in his hand, wearing a cap with "Little Hen Pizzeria" written on it, and sure enough, it was the shop responsible for delivering pizza these days.

There is a Paris Evry university nearby, and it is not uncommon for some students to work part-time to earn some pocket money in their spare time.

"Who ordered the pizza?"

The blond man leaned against the door and asked in a low voice.

The other two shrugged at the same time, and one of them said, "Maybe...... It was the two guys in charge of the back alley and the rooftop who were hungry and ordered one for us. ”

"Ask, if they ordered it." The big blonde man looked very cautious.

One of the guys pushed the microphone on the headset and casually called out to the mark, "Nightingale No. 1, is it the pizza you ordered?" ”

"Rustling ......"

There was a burst of interference from the headphones, and there was no response from the watchman in the back alley, he glanced at the monitor, and behind the trash can in the back alley, two black shadows were hiding in the dark, and they were his own people.

"It's a bit of a distraction, and I can't get through for the time being." He flattened his mouth.

"Could there be a problem!?" The big blonde man looked a little uneasy, and the pistol slowly pressed against the door.

THIS VAN HAS NOT BEEN MODIFIED TO BE BULLETPROOF, AS LONG AS THE TRIGGER IS PULLED, THE LARGE-CALIBER 9MM BULLET CAN PENETRATE THE DOOR MEZZANINE AND SHOOT INTO THE BODY OF THE TAKEAWAY BOY OUTSIDE.

"Hell! What are you doing with nervous nonsense for half a day!? "The other guy with two mustaches couldn't stand the timid behavior of the big man, and it had been four hours since he had eaten dinner, and his stomach had already stirred up a revolution. Even if the pizza doesn't arrive, I'm afraid I'll have to call the takeout to make a tooth offering.

He stooped over to the car door and slammed it open.

However, his other hand never left the trigger of the pistol hidden behind his back, and as long as there was any trouble, he believed that with his skillful tactical movements and reflexes, it would be easy to deal with a delivery boy who had not grown all his hair.

"Open it and see, what pizza." There was a sly glint in his eyes, and if anyone wanted to kill himself and his accomplices, planting a bomb inside was the best option. Just open the pizza box, and after a bang, everything is solved.

The delivery boy in red seemed surprised by this request and was stunned for a moment.

Just one moment, it immediately aroused a high degree of alertness among the three people in the car.

He felt a chill on his forehead, and the muzzle of a millimeter pistol was already attached to his skin, and the cold feeling penetrated into his bone marrow.

The delivery boy couldn't help but shudder, he looked very scared, his eyes were full of horror, his hands began to tremble, and the pizza boxes made a rustling sound.

"Sir...... This...... It's just seafood...... Seafood ham pizza ......"

After saying that, his face turned white.

"I say—" The muscles on the mustache's cheeks twitched twice, and with a fierce glint in his eyes, he commanded, "Three steps back!" Open it! ”

The air was as if it had frozen.

The delivery boy slowly took three steps back, then swallowed hard with a grunt, and with a blank face, he clasped his right hand on the pizza box, which was trembling enough to sift the chaff, and gently flipped the lid of the box......

He was so nervous that the entire pizza box was shaking with his body.

This made the mustache and the big blonde man even more suspicious, thinking that there was something wrong with the little guy.

The lid of the box was flipped up inch by inch, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the lid, and the mustache even gently half-covered the door in front of him, which could be used to cover the door if anything happened.

There's got to be something in the pizza box!

The three murderous elites in the car seem to have made up their minds that they only need to wait for a result.