You are a white-skinned person and go to Africa to say that they are all family. Good guy, Lake always thought that Colson was the only one who licked the black man, but who would have thought that one mountain was even higher than the other.

That night.

The Immortal Consortium gave a note to Paris, and the old story reiterated the missile-shooting aircraft of Immortal Airlines last year, and then told Paris again that if Paris cannot safeguard the interests of its consortium in Africa, then the Immortal Royal Family will come to tell them that the interests of Immortal Consortium are strictly prohibited from being violated by anyone.

The foreign ministers in Paris attached great importance to this matter, and looked very interested in the private words from the Immortal King and the Immortal Queen of the Immortal Mission.

After all, since World War II, it seems that breast-like methods have suddenly become a fashion, and Paris has always wanted to change this, but it seems that there is no better opportunity to find.

One sentence.

If you are at the same level, you can't beat it. I guess you'll have already slipped here automatically?

When fighting a small country, the world is so big, there are only a few plates, how can I fight?

As for the King of Kings, Paris had thought of letting him know who was the overlord of Africa, but unfortunately, even the Federation carried out several air strikes, which left the King of Kings unharmed with the help of various black witchcraft and black shamans.

But now?

What if the Immortal Royal Family is willing to stand on the side of Paris?

Can do it!

the next day.

The Parisian Council directly brought the directors of four other countries into the group chat. When they met, they said in one sentence: "The king of all kings in Africa is too much to bully me in Paris, and it is tolerated. Who is unbearable? I want to kill him. You should retreat. At that time, don't say that I will fight your flowers and plants, I will not compensate you."

The four ministers were shocked and looked at the Paris directors who were speaking such domineering words as soon as they came up. In a trance, they thought that Louis XIV, the Sun King, had returned to the world.

The London Councilor coughed in disbelief: "Are you serious, brother?"

The Parisian director looked at the strange eyes of the London director and his face turned red: "Of course, whoever is cowardly, how much time does it take for you to be? Speed, don't be too slow. My big knife is already hungry and thirsty. I don't care if you breastfeed me, but a little king of kings, breastfeeding me like this is simply seeking death."

A bang!

The Parisian director was hammering the table in front of him with great anger.

Next second.

The Parisian director jumped up while covering his feet scalded by tea, his expression twitching: "Hot, hot, hot..."
Chapter completed!