The strongest city king in history

Chapter 247
Thinking of what the driver said during the day, Paris at night has a charm that is not there during the day.Li Liyan looked at Paris under the night, and got a little understanding.The fashionable beauties coming and going on the Champs-Elysées have their own styles and make people feel refreshed.

The sycamore trees on both sides of the road are covered with colorful lights, dreamy and beautiful, just like the place where the prince and princess meet in a fairy tale.

The night wind blows away the heat of the day, making people feel a sense of comfort from the bottom of their hearts.

. . . .

Even if the wind blows away overnight, the killing intent remains undiminished.

Jiang Mengshu frowned, "The killer in the Louvre may not be a member of the Dark Church."

Li Liyan had already shown Jiang Mengshu the golden blood bullet.Jiang Mengshu was also shocked, and bluntly said that if this kind of bullet spreads out, it is estimated that all people in the dark world will be panicked.

"We don't have to worry about it. Tonight, Geman will naturally tell us the answer." Li Liyan was full of confidence, and put the bullet back into his pocket.

At the moment, the two of them didn't have much appetite to eat.

"Liyan, have you ever thought about what will happen if this mission fails?" Jiang Mengshu sat on the stone chair with her hands behind her back, raised her head, and looked at the moonlight and starry sky.

Unexpectedly, the girl would say these words, Li Liyan was silent for a while, "I never thought about it." From Li Liyan's point of view, how could he fail?I am an inhumane place!No. [-] in the world!The Dark Council, the second of the four major powers in the dark world, was destroyed by himself.How could such a self fail?

Really can't fail?
Li Liyan really never thought about this problem.

Even at the most critical moment, I will always turn defeat into victory, so for so long, I have never considered the result of my failure.

Even I never think that I will fail, and my victory is a natural victory.

Jiang Mengshu seems to have simulated this problem countless times.

The girl with a cold face looked at Li Liyan seriously, and said the longest sentence since she went abroad: "If the mission fails, I will cover you. As long as I don't die, you won't die."

After all, the girl let out a long breath, as if she finally released what was suppressed in her heart.

As long as I don't die, you won't die.

Such domineering words were spoken by the girl in front of her who looked like an iceberg goddess.

Li Liyan felt a soft touch somewhere in his heart.

How wonderful.

"En." Li Liyan nodded obediently, but then said in his heart, how could I let you protect me, I should be the one protecting you.

The two returned to the Four Seasons Hotel, and a burst of light slowly moved in. An old car with a clean and unstained appearance slowly stopped at the hotel at the driver's door, which naturally attracted the two who were about to enter. people.

"Dear Mr. Li Liyan, your clothes have been made, please accept them." The old tailor wore glasses, and his hair was meticulously combed as if every strand of hair had been meticulously processed by a machine tool.

Such people are usually extremely confident and persistent in their craft and attitude.

When Li Liyan took the bag of clothes, the old tailor bowed briskly, turned his head and got into the car, and started the classic BMW car that seemed to be produced and designed 60 years ago. when.

Jiang Mengshu withdrew her gaze, and said in a low voice, "BMW 502 4-door convertible, produced in 1955, with a total of 57 units produced."

Hearing Jiang Mengshu's whisper to himself, Li Liyan seemed to have discovered some secret, and remembered the time when he went to Jiang's house.

In the vast parking lot on the hillside of the Jiang family, there are all kinds of luxury cars and even excavators.

Maybe, not only Jiang He, but Jiang Mengshu is also a car fan?

Thinking of Jiang Mengshu's pink Audi R8 again, Li Liyan's understanding of Jiang Mengshu finally deepened.

Not sociable, iceberg goddess, beautiful and beautiful, likes racing cars, does her own way.

. . .

At eight o'clock, the first hunter, Geman, arrived at the lobby of the Four Seasons Hotel as scheduled.

(End of this chapter)