"Haha, I'll say this guy is the best at making trouble."
Casper, who is still with Durand, certainly saw the video online. He probably hasn't laughed so much this year.
Selyol Durand smiled slightly, "The name of the God of Doom is not just a saying."
The two of them just regarded this as a small joke, and neither knew that this would have any impact on Xu Chuan.
"No, you may not understand how revenge this guy holds."
Casper sat opposite Durand with red wine, "I promise that no matter who is behind this matter, it will definitely die rather ugly."
He tasted the red wine in his hand and frowned, "This taste..."
Durand smiled, "This is produced by our own winery. There are only 200 bottles a year, and it is not found on the market."
His winery is located in the Loire Valley. He was originally brought here to try it for Xu Chuan, but who knew that this guy didn't drink.
Casper nodded, no wonder the taste is so soft, and it should be decades of aging.
"It seems that that guy Bell doesn't have this blessing anymore."
Cassab said, and then Durand, opposite, spread his hands and expressed his regret.
After talking, the two of them began to get to the point. Cassaber came to Paris this time to listen to Xu Chuan sing about the miserables.
Of course, this matter has nothing to do with this guy.
"You HCLI is going to acquire the Rocket Power business of Sisnek?"
Sisneke is France's largest private aerospace group, with its business covering the design and maintenance of civil airliners to fighter jets to propulsion technology of launch vehicles.
However, in recent years, due to the decline of the overall aerospace industry in Europe, Sisneke's rocket sector has been in a state of losses for many years.
But even so, it is not enough to acquire this department, and it also requires a lot of funds. At least Durand thinks HCLI is crazy.
"My father once said that if you want to conquer the world, you have to conquer the sea, and I think it's time to look up."
Casper had a unique smile on his family's face, and then handed over a piece of information he had placed next to him.
"Please allow me to formally introduce you to the latest HCLI project, the World Snake Project."
"We plan to lay 20,000 satellites on orbits of 350-1,200 kilometers in the next five years to build a space-based communication system covering the world, large capacity and low latency, and provide high-speed Internet services to customers around the world."
"Before this, we must first develop recyclable rocket technology that significantly reduces the launch cost."
Well, Durand's expression was like saying, you liar...
...
In London's 18th District, Michael Mason finally found himself locked in the room. He hit the door hard and then saw two police cars parked downstairs in the window.
At this time, he didn't know where he had been sold.
These damn black people should not trust each other.
He kept thinking about ways to go out, and then desperately lifted a chair in the corner to smash the door.
However, he found a vent behind the chair, and the material on it had corroded. He immediately put down the chair and kicked it hard towards the vent.
And at this time he could already hear someone going upstairs.
Fortunately, the vent has been disrepaired for a long time and the wood on it has corroded a lot. He didn't take much effort to kick off the grille.
He lay on the ground and looked at it, and he could go to the next room by himself.
Michael Mason immediately got over, and then cleverly pulled the chair beside him over to block the vent.
At this time, the door was opened by the black man named Baba with the key.
Following behind was Rafi Bertrand, the captain of RAID, and several of his team members.
The group of RAIDs holding G36C, MP5K and Remington 870 shotguns immediately searched the entire house, but no figure was found.
Rafi immediately felt that the black man in front of him had deceived him, and he immediately pulled the other person's collar, "Where is that guy?"
"He was still here just now."
Of course, Baba was full of doubts, "That guy was really here just now."
Through the vent, Michael Mason felt a secret feeling when he saw Baba being pressed to the ground by the police and beaten.
But now is not the time for him to watch the show. He immediately gently opened the door leading to the corridor from the room, and then tiptoed downstairs.
He is very familiar with this den for selling stolen goods. In order to avoid the police, there are many secret doors arranged here, which can be provided for customers and gangs to evacuate quickly.
At this time, Rafi had already discovered the passage blocking the back of the chair and immediately knew that the cunning boy had run away.
He cursed, their equipment would definitely not be able to get through, so he immediately picked up the walkie-talkie to contact the sniper who was already in place.
"Black six, he went to you, kill him."
They came here to kill this guy. This is the perfect scapegoat who took the blame for them. He must not let him run away again.
RAID came too urgently and could not block the entire building in advance. This was a way out for Michael Mason.
Relying on his familiarity with the terrain here, he went downstairs and walked out of the apartment from another exit.
He looked around alertly, but he did not notice that there was another RAID on the opposite roof that locked his chest with HK417 scope.
At this time, a black sedan rushed over, and the momentum scared Mason so much that he took several steps, especially when he saw the black American man in the car who had caught him.
He ran away when he wanted to pull out his legs, and then he heard the other party seemingly shouting, "Let's go down, get down quickly."
Sean Blair was a step too late, of course he discovered the sniper, but his small pistol was useless for targets about a hundred meters away.
He speeded up and wanted to put the car in front of Mason, but the gun had already fired.
Michael Mason staggered, then looked down at the blood flowing from his chest in surprise, not knowing what had happened for a moment.
Then the second shot fired, and his head was directly exploded by a 7.62x51 bullet.
“Fuck…”
Looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Sean Blair cursed in the car, then quickly refueled and drove away from the scene. It was obvious that the other party must be helpless.
...
Xu Chuan, who had just returned from Chamborgburg, was on the phone with Cang.
"Yem Garda? World Snake?"
When Xu Chuan heard this name, he really felt a long time ago and didn't know how to vomit.
"Sister, have you not passed the second phase yet?"
He already knew that Cassberg was here to discuss business with Durand, and he also promoted their space plan.
But when I heard this name was given by the woman opposite.
"This thing sounds like a big villain, so change it quickly."
Xu Chuan covered his forehead, and he felt that this woman was even more neurotic than him.
Koko, opposite the phone, took a deep breath, "What did you say?"
"Whatever, star links, constellations, galaxies, aren't ordinary? You're Italian and not Nordic, so why don't you call God mentally retarded?"
Then...the phone was disconnected.
"Hey...Damn, this dead woman!"
Xu Chuan directly cursed as he listened to the busy voice on the phone.
Then after a dozen seconds, I received a message, and Koko sent it, "Absolutely no change..."
Xu Chuan looked at the news and threw the phone directly on the table.
A few of them had returned to the apartment, and a group of people were lying in the room.
However, today's KPI has not been completed yet, so Xu Chuan certainly won't let these people rest.
"Get up and let's go for Notre Dame."
Xu Chuan stood in the room and clapped his hands, successfully shouting Yuan Minghao and Rong Zishan.
Then he went to another room to shout Chen Zi and some women.
"You really don't let us rest at all."
To be continued...