No matter how luxurious a car or RV is, it is not as spacious as the rear compartment of the MPV utility vehicle. Well, it is a van.

For the client's bodyguard, Qi Tianlin has the most experience, and the carriage behind the version is extremely spacious, which is one of the biggest reasons why Hegel and Terry praised it after using it.

When buying a car, it is important to have a space size. It is an indisputable fact that the space behind the van and the large SUV is large. However, Qi Tianlin stepped on this French-branded high-end mpv, which was different from the feeling of seeing the President not long ago. An extremely tall fat man in the back sat in the last row and looked at him with a very oppressive look!

If it were the former Qi Tianlin, he might have felt a little subconsciously trying to avoid this gaze!

How to say it, from the top figures he has come into contact with, the down-and-out Phoenix is ​​also somewhat majestic. The so-called eyes or momentum is really the demeanor accumulated by these people in their long-term leadership life. But the fat white male man over 60 in front of him looked a little frowning and squinting, and his eyes had a sense of scrutiny that penetrated the hearts of people, and it was easy to be uncomfortable.

Thanks to the conversation with the President just now, Qi Tianlin, who had changed into new clothes, felt quite refreshed. There was also a small and complete dressing room in the dressing room of the high-end store. He washed his face by the way, so he reached out and turned the two seats in the middle to sit down, and half facing Mr. Pilova: "What are you doing with me?"

When he said this, he looked at the roof of the car. It was not like the president's car, and there was an audio-visual playback screen. Then he turned his head and locked his eyes on the other party's face.

Perhaps it was his casual and somewhat inexplicable little movement that made the other party look at the ceiling, probably observing him, so he was unwilling to miss every detail. The old man spoke in a bit of a London accent. This is what Qi Tianlin often felt in London in the past two years. It was like many Chinese people who pretended to be big cloves of garlic and rolled their tongues and learned the accent of the capital, but this person's accent was obviously a little bit slim, but he didn't pretend on purpose: "Are you... a theist?"

This question is indeed abrupt. Qi Tianlin is a little strange, but he can uphold the basic principle of responding to interrogation and tell the truth. Just modify the key points: "Of course... I believe there is a god..." If there is no god, how could there be the magical power that Otar gave him, and how could there be his magnificent present moment?

The old man's face changed and his eyebrows opened: "What do you believe in? Buddhism or Christianity?"

Qi Tianlin still shrugged: "No, I've just been in Africa for a long time, and it's considered a local fetishism."

Mr. Pilova frowned again: "Fetessics? What does it have to do with Islam or Judaism?"

Qi Tianlin was a little impatient. He was indeed hungry. He had no interest in discussing religious beliefs with you: "It doesn't matter, it's just a small sect and tribal religion that can be seen everywhere in central Africa. There is no foundation. You know that we kill all day long, and we should be blessed with luck. Some people will bring lucky bullets or use a knife to scratch their bodies every time they go to battle. It's a similar approach. Okay, if you want to pull me into the church, I won't be with you, I have to go to dinner..."

Finally, the old man was a little surprised: "You... don't know who I am?"

Qi Tianlin looked at him again. Is he famous? Shaking his head: "I really don't know. I have been on the battlefield for a long time and have little contact with the outside world, so I have no intention of offending."

The scrutinized gaze wandered around him again, and the old man pressed the telephone next to him: "Drive to the restaurant, this gentleman is hungry..." He lowered his finger: "Let's talk while eating?"

Qi Tianlin didn't care: "The saying in our hometown is to eat without saying anything, eat less, so as not to bite your tongue."

Pyrova actually chewed and thought about this proverb. It seemed to be a habit: "There is a little reason... Then re-introduce it, my name is Jean Paul François Pyrova, and I am currently the special advisor to the Prime Minister's Office."

Compared with the president of the president of the presidential palace, does it sound inconspicuous?

Qi Tianlin nodded: "I look back and find information, and naturally I understand what kind of big shot you are. Let's talk about the topic and what the conversation is about. I repeat it again. I am good at the battlefield, so I hope to go straight and do not expect me to understand the communication skills of metaphors, hints, and symbolic techniques." In this regard, France and England are a bit of a pinnacle, comparable to China.

Pyrova seemed to be a little surprised by Qi Tianlin's communication style. He paused and looked outside: "The restaurant is here, sit down and talk slowly."

Qi Tianlin didn't object, but when he got up, he looked at the fat man behind him a little narrowly: "Do you need me to help you?" This is his characteristic, the demigod mentality that Otal gave him, and he was a little indifferent to what kind of person the other party was.

Pyrova smiled and pressed another button next to him. The last row of leather sofas, which he occupied more than half, slowly rose up to help him get up. At the same time, the seats by the door moved forward to free up a spacious upper and lower passage: "If you have money and skills, you can have these little things to facilitate your life."

Qi Tianlin did not agree with this: "God gave us this body, so we should treat and use it well. It is not very meaningful to rely on external objects..." He still reached out and the steps of the MPV were also lowered, but to a fat man who looked at nearly 200 kilograms, he was still an elderly person, and Qi Tianlin was polite.

Pyrova's secretary had already come down from the front and back of the carriage and was soundproofed in sections. However, Pyrova heard Qi Tianlin's words: "So you can fight others even with bare hands. Is this kind of belief?"

Seeing that he had stood up, Qi Tianlin let go of his hand, taking it for granted: "What if it is? All our beliefs are that we will not surrender, and our destiny will only be in our own hands."

Pyrova smiled and made an invitation: "A person like you is indeed the most suitable person to survive in the battlefield... It is rare that you can still manage so successfully after leaving those areas."

Qi Tianlin looked at this inconspicuous small restaurant, which didn't even have a luxurious street. It was just in a dark alley. The mpv car body was a little wide. They drove away immediately after they got off the car, otherwise it would block traffic here. The grey four-story classical house was similar to Qi Tianlin's Desert Eagle Company in Mooney. Now Susan has opened a restaurant downstairs.

There were no steps, just walk in like this. The dim lights, the walls were still made of stone, the fireplace was also slightly broken and ancient, and the ground was mottled and smooth. The gray-green stone was very fine. Maybe my wife, fiancée, and girlfriend came and could tell me the idea. Now, Qi Tianlin just casually saw where there were free space, because there were only a few tables in the restaurant.

Pyrova's secretary stood at the door and did not follow in. The old fat man didn't need a crutch. He walked to a corner slowly but familiarly. There was a black oak table here, and a faint yellow floodlight spotlight projected on the rough stone wall next to him. The waiter came over and bowed respectfully: "Sir... are you here... today is a C-type recipe?"

Qi Tianlin came over and saw him secretly and quickly took away a reservation card with a name on the desktop. It seemed that this old man had long-term seating?

Open a black chair with a little design style by yourself: "Just give it one according to his A-type B-type?" Do you think you are eating a set meal?

The waiter smiled without any resistance and made a record, leaving two glasses of aperitif and disappeared.

Pyrova stroked his fingers and said, "It's been almost three hundred years... Since then, our family has owned a seat..."

While Qi Tianlin complained that the people who play porcelain in China nowadays are always hundreds of years. What are you? You just go to steal other people's things, while smiling and looking around: "Are you sent the people today?" He really has no habit of going around in circles.

Pyrova did not respond to him: "Have you heard of Masonic?"

Qi Tianlin vaguely heard Annie mention: "The legendary high-level group?" If there is any top secret group in this world, it is the Freemason, that is, the mysterious Jewish financial group Annie mentioned before, mastering organizations from the Federal Reserve to almost all media companies, and even playing with the United States in the hands of the United States, it is conceivable that the fat man in front of him said that he was from the French Prime Minister's Office, why did he become a relationship with the Freemason again?

Pyrova smiled with a graceful attitude: "A group with a long history, a group with many celebrities, and a theistic group that only the top figures can enter... are you interested?"

Seeing that three or five waiters had brought the dishes, Qi Tianlin grabbed the napkin in front of him and gently spread it out. He made it a little bit more to facilitate the waiter to put a large number of plates on the table. No wonder Pilova is so fat. His favorite foods are roast chicken liver salad, raw vegetables, roast chicken and beef, and even the desserts are high-calorie things like red wine, pear ice cream, chocolate crispy.

When the waiter was ready to evacuate, he immediately started to feast on his mouth, filling his mouth with a full mouth before eating. Pyrova, who did not urge him to respond, muttered: "You invite every member to enter your organization, the premise is to attack your family first, and then kidnap or shoot him again. Is it a test?" For him, eating now is now full, and maybe he will use this fork to kill the other party directly later, which is to end the recent attack and disturbance incident. You can't kill someone first and then eat.

Pyrova smiled, put down his knife and fork, and picked up the wine glass: "Overyone thinks that when the Americans founded the country, fifty-three of the fifty-six people who signed the Declaration of Independence were Masonic members. It seems that the Freemasons represented the United States, but they didn't know that it was just a branch of the Freemasons in North America. To this day, the influence of the Freemasons has been so great that they can be seen everywhere, so how much has your actions in Karonmai and Fei made us lose, do you know?"

It feels like throwing down the wine glass and breaking through the wall and slashing into the five hundred swords and axes!
Chapter completed!