Evans stood outside the exit of the VIP aisle of Karachi Jinnah International Airport, did he look at the reflection of the glass next to him, carefully smoothed out every small fold of the collar and cuffs of the suit, adjusted the bow around his neck, and then practiced smiling at the glass, trying to make it look extra warm in this cold winter.

Evans is a Turk who arrived here in a hurry on a private jet from Istanbul, Turkey, last night, and was so busy that he didn't even have time to sleep.

Booking a hotel, a car, a bodyguard, and the most difficult thing to do, he had to organize a detachment of mercenaries before the Boeing 777 that flew from London to Karachi before eight o'clock this morning landed.

Evans is an employee of the Global Princesses Society, and is collectively referred to as the "Personal Butler".

The Princess Club is a very low-key but luxurious private club, with no more than 100 members, and the membership alone costs $5 million per person, and then a membership fee of $1 million per year. Therefore, the members of the princess club are either rich or expensive, all the children of tycoons from all over the world or the princesses of Middle Eastern countries, or the ladies of European royal families, each of whom has a dazzling title and halo on their heads, and every time they go out, they will be surrounded by countless noble sons and stars holding the moon, spending a lot of money to please them.

Evans is the best employee of the Princess's Central Asia branch, and the reason why he was sent to Karachi this time is nothing more than to welcome a strange client.

Obviously, the members of the princess's club were all women, and most of them were aristocratic women, but this time the list of tasks was handed to Evans's surprise—the curious guest was going to Afghanistan at this time, and to the city of Bamiyan, near Kabul.

SHI/T！

This is Evans' first reaction after reading the to-do list, isn't this looking for death? Now that the war in Afghanistan is raging, the Yankees are fighting terrorism there and invading that war-torn land.

However, after just a "SHIT", Evans immediately began to prepare. One of the benefits of the princess's expensive dues is that no matter what the client asks, even if they want to go to the moon or go on an expedition to the Mariana Trench, they will do everything they can to meet them.

There is nothing impossible, only people who can't do it.

This is the slogan of the princess club.

Renting a car, making routes and itineraries, and security plans are all simple things that Evans has at his fingertips, but it is obviously not an easy task to assemble a strong detachment of mercenaries in a matter of hours.

This bizarre request almost made Evans anxious to jump into the sea, if Pakistan had one.

Fortunately, the recent war in Afghanistan has begun, and Blackwater has deployed a lot of people here, and one of the teams is in Pakistan. Through a special channel, Evans found the top management of Blackwater, and after showing the golden sign of the Princess Club and offering a sky-high reward, Evans finally obtained a mercenary team composed of former seals, deltas, and marines.

Now, there are three Humvee armored vehicles and a vicious special forces detachment waiting to be dispatched at any time, and these mercenaries who fight for money will follow you without frowning even if you want to go to hell to see Satan.

Time had passed and gone, Evans looked at his watch, looked up at the flight ranking board, and the announcement in the VIP waiting room sounded with a sweet female voice.

"The second flight from London to Karachi Jinnah International Airport has landed......"

Evans coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and stood at the exit of the VIP passage, his eyes constantly sweeping into the passage, lest he miss everyone who came out of the passage.

In fact, the aristocratic client was very recognizable, and the princess's library had photos of each client, and Evans admitted that when he first saw this beautiful girl, he had a feeling that he could dedicate himself to her at any time.

If Evans were to describe how his client named Selena felt to him, he would describe her as pure as the snow on the summit of the Himalayas, unpolluted, and with charming blonde hair that would make you intoxicated when you look at it, so beautiful that it is as if you have stepped into a fairy tale and seen Snow White.

She must be a royal princess. Evans thought.

Soon, his eyes were on target. A young girl wearing a long-length gauze skirt and a short furry white coat slowly walked from the passage to the hall, her unforgettable blonde hair scattered on her shoulders, and all the tips of her hair were curled into lovely waves, and the whole person looked like a noble girl in ancient Rome.

It's her!

"Dear Miss Selena, welcome to Karachi." Evans stepped forward and bowed, and then tried to take the salute from the girl's hand, but her eyes were empty, and she only carried a small furry bear backpack.

"Excuse me, how is your salute?"

Selena smiled brightly, and her big eyes were inlaid with jewel-like blue eyes, which were so beautiful that people were fascinated.

"You can hold it for me."

It was actually a Winnie the Pooh, the size of a cat.

Evans was stunned, he didn't expect that this aristocratic little girl had traveled tens of thousands of miles to Karachi and had to go to Afghanistan, and she only brought a Winnie the Pooh!

In his guess, the aristocratic client must have been some kind of fanatical traveler with a special hobby, fond of traveling in the most dangerous places in the world; Or humanitarian volunteers, whenever there is a battlefield full of artillery, they will fly to the local area to spread love.

"Miss Selena, are you planning a trip to Afghanistan or are you going to ......" Evans cautiously inquired about the client's purpose.

"No, I'm looking for someone in Afghanistan." Selena was very crisp, and had no intention of hiding or avoiding it.

"Looking for someone?" Evans was even more confused, when is this coming, looking for someone? Did she come to find a lover? Just like in the plot of the movie, the handsome and dashing male protagonist may be an officer, or a war photographer, or a doctor without borders, running around the world to rescue civilians in the most dangerous places, and then the heroine is a beautiful girl with a noble birth and a rich family. Then the male protagonist lost contact because he was accidentally involved in the war, and then the heroine overcame all difficulties, broke through the prevention of her family, and quietly came to this war-torn land of blood and fire, with a bunch of strong mercenaries to snatch back his lover in the hands of the ferocious enemy, and then hugged and kissed on a sunny mountain somewhere, bending into a love soap opera that can earn the tears of countless glass-hearted girls.

"Excuse me, do you know the ...... you're looking for," Evans pondered, whether he was looking for a man or a woman? As a professional personal butler, such abrupt words seem to be unspeakable.

"Man, his name is Long Yun, he is a Chinese." Selena's crystal clear eyes were overflowing with sincerity and purity, making it impossible to doubt her words.

"Oh......" Evans suddenly felt a boundless sea of acid in his heart, FUCK! That Chinese must have saved the earth in his last life, all with such a return, it is really a dog/peach blossom luck!

"Where exactly is he?"

"I don't know, for the time being, I guess he's near Kabul, but he's always going to Bamiyan, we can go to the Bamiyan Buddha and wait for him."