"You are a terrorist! You have defiled the glorious title of Interpol, you are a complete bastard!"

Young Master Long is now the immediate boss and the immediate boss of all Interpols. Paul St. Sith, who has gray hair and equally pale face, stood in the office and cursed furiously. The object of his cursing was naturally sitting lazy on the sofa in a corner of the office, using a match stick to clean his ears, and Young Master Long, who was full of indifferent face.

"Do you know how much trouble your actions will cause us?"

"The trouble has been resolved, old man!"

"Ah, the compatriots you found used hypnosis to delete the amnesia of the victim and his wife. This is called solving the problem?" Paul accused angrily: "Fortunately, all the information has been blocked, otherwise we will be in great trouble! The victim is the webmaster of the Times Daily's reporter in Paris! Do you know what this means?"

"Ahhhh, it's comfortable!" Mr. Long turned his head and tapped his fingers on the ears. A few pieces of earwax fell gently on the leather sofa like white snow. The smooth calfskin surface had these pieces of earwax, which looked like a spit on a white rice paper. It was so dazzling and so eye-catching. Paul was so angry that he was about to go crazy, but Mr. Long said lazily: "That's not hypnosis, it's a phantom god**, a high-end thing, a hundred times better than the hypnosis of your Western devils. But you don't understand, alas, don't understand!"

Mr. Long muttered: "I'm not playing the piano with a cow." He said this sentence in Chinese.

Paul looked at Mr. Long in anger and gasped for a while.

He had no choice but to do this tall and mighty Chinese who was as powerful as a god.

He had just joined the Interpol, but he used extremely violent and bloody means to clean up a gangster's base alone. He was secretly photographed by the gossip reporters, causing endless storms. The reporters criticized the barbaric Chinese, and their slogan was - "The criminals also have human rights," "Is it the police or the butcher?"

He immediately sent him to Central and American states, but he had a huge uproar here, but he became so gentle when he arrived in the Caribbean. When the police needed him to use his power to explore the island at night to find the traces of Bill Fox, he actually went on strike! Is this damn guy all his brains full of muscles? Is he still a policeman?

The next thing was even more unbearable! In order to arrest an unconfirmed suspect, he used violent means to requisition the house of a couple with a high social status and influence, and even illegally detained them for several days! He could use the credit card of the parties involved to buy takeaway food with confidence! The reason was that he spent all his own money by buying arms on the black market!

He kept saying that he wanted to capture the suspect alive, but he actually fired the suspect with a 20-caliber machine gun! The most fatal thing was that there were two innocent people in the suspect's car!

And what method did he use to force his subordinates to fire? He pointed a gun at his subordinates' head, threatening that if he didn't fire, he would shoot his subordinates to death. He could even use the safety of his subordinates' family to threaten a good policeman with a record of excellent service for more than ten years! Oh my God, is this still something that a normal person can do?

Collapse, Paul has a tendency to completely collapse from spirit to health.

Over the past decades of working as a policeman, he has met many evil people, madmen, cruel people, and fierce people, but Young Master Long is definitely one of the best!

"I want to abandon this guy!" Paul held his chin with one hand and looked at the big guy who was sitting on the sofa with a pair of impenetrable oil and salt, and was not afraid of boiling water. He pondered: "I'd better fire him before he causes big trouble next time and knocks the Interpol headquarters to heaven! But maybe, maybe, maybe, this will destroy our good cooperative relationship with the Chinese police?"

"Obviously, this guy has a good background in China. The people he recruited to wipe his butt have wonderful abilities. The skills used by those people are a hundred times better than hypnosis. Yes, that's true." Paul hesitated a little. He was reluctant to drive Young Master Long out of the Interpol like this. This is a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus, a heavy chariot. He has an irreplaceable role in many occasions. But he is also a mobile ** bag. Who knows when his next outbreak will be?

When he thought of the machine gun that was preserved as evidence, Paul's brain twitched.

"This is a pervert!" Paul defined Long Shao.

He convinced himself that yes, he was reluctant to abandon a subordinate with strong strength. Such a person could not put him in a peaceful and peaceful place. Without other bandits, this guy could crush all peace and tranquility. However, if he was thrown away from those dangerous places, this guy would have a wonderful effect.

"Then~~~" Paul laughed, and now there is a good place for this guy to toss. It's a cursed place, where the real hell is. If this pervert can mess up something, it would be perfect. He began to pray for the people there, hoping that they could withstand the madman's toss. God might bless those unlucky guys, right?

Paul's eyes began to be filled with tenderness and sweetness when he looked at Mr. Long. Thinking of that place, he felt that Mr. Long was so cute, as cute as an angel. He had strong personal abilities, rough style, and cruel and direct means. He even took the initiative to go to the black market to complete certain tasks, and he didn't even need to issue a penny of funds! Praise God, this pervert should be used to deal with those lunatics!

"Anyway, he can't buy a nuclear warhead! Then, let him do it!" Paul smiled with satisfaction. He was sure that Master Long would destroy the unlucky guy there, but it would not make things uncontrollable. Master Long might buy a few tanks on the black market and bombard them indiscriminately. If he had the money, Paul confirmed that he would do this. But nuclear warheads are difficult to get with money, and things would never be so bad!

"Dear Dragon!" Paul smiled.

"Listen, let me tell you, is it a fine or a close thing? Damn, I will continue!" Mr. Long carelessly clasped his toes, and his roar was a pair of hoops.

Paul bent his lips and chuckled softly, "Dear Dragon! I finally found a task that is very suitable for you. Go and complete him, and I will promote you when I come back!"

The Long Shao's eyes lit up and he looked up at Paul. Feng Yuan was tortured by Long Shao, and even Fang Wen could not provide any information about him in a short period of time. Long Shao was worried that the matter would be a bit big this time. If he was driven back to the country, he would fall under the surveillance of the old monks again. This was a very unhappy thing for Long Shao.

He was able to go on another mission and promised to promote him once he completed this matter. Mr. Long felt that the old guy in front of him might not be too hateful!

"Ok, old guy, tell me what's going on." Young Master Long put on his sneakers barefoot and wiped his odorous fingers on the leather sofa a few times. He stopped until the smooth and smooth leather surface of the mirror was wiped several times.

Looking at the sofa with distress, Paul gritted his teeth and said, "A World Anti-Drug Conference will be held in Athens in a week. Those attending the conference are senior police officers from various countries. As an international organization to combat illegal crimes, our Interpol not only organized this conference, but also needed to take certain practical actions."

"Well, you asked me to go to fight drugs?" Mr. Long looked at Paul with his head tilted, his eyes rolling quickly: "Where is the mission location? My actions..."

Paul said quickly: "The mission location is a primeval forest in Africa, where there are many tribes and the nearby countries are very turbulent. Your actions are directly responsible to me. You can act as you please. I will give you the greatest right to act!"

"The greatest right to act?" Long Shao's eyes lit up like a pair of small light bulbs. He smiled and said, "What's the right to act?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Paul said with a unique French grace: "Unlimited power. If you are happy, you can flatten that primeval forest with a nuclear warhead!"

"Old man~~~ You can't joke, are you?" Mr. Long looked at Paul with a very delicate look.

"Oh~~~Dear Dragon, how could I joke?" Paul said in the joyful tone of being sold and helping others lose money: "If you can get a nuclear warhead, you can blow up the pussy in that forest! Hahahaha! Of course, my greatest expectation of you is just to hope that you can capture important figures in several of the groups. This is amazing."

He punched the sofa with a strong punch, and Young Master Long shouted: "Fuck! You said so, I've done this business!"

With the loud noise, Paul stared blankly as his beloved sofa completely turned into pieces, his mouth twitched, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

Young Master Long stood up and stretched out his hand and said, "Give me a document! It must be noted above that I am going to eradicate drugs. No matter what I do, you have to help me carry it!"

Paul took a deep breath and shouted loudly with the awareness of a gambler when he was on the gambling table: "As long as you are not there to hurt innocent civilians, I will take care of everything for you!"

Young Master Long gave Paul a thumbs up, he grinned and slapped Paul on the shoulder, almost dislocated his shoulder.

"Old boy, I have a habit!" Young Master Long grinned with a grin, and proudly took several official documents from Paul's hand, and rushed out of Paul's office happily.

Paul looked at the back of Young Master Long's roaring away, and suddenly felt a chill that rushed into his heart. He vaguely felt that something seemed wrong. What did he promise him just now?

"It's okay, it should be okay." Paul wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and comforted himself in a low voice. But his heart was still very cold, very cold. The first chapter of the road, goodbye,
Chapter completed!