courier in movie world

Chapter 59 Joining the Special Forces
"Scarlett, are you sure it's here?" General Hawke stood in front of Louis' bar in casual clothes.

"Mosen has performed very well recently. In order to celebrate their promotion, they will have a carnival here tonight. Calculate the time, and it should be here now." Scarlett flicked her glasses, looked at the information transmitted on the screen, replied.

"Damn bar, I hate this kind of place!" General Hawke recalled the experience four years ago inexplicably.

Entering the bar, the deafening sound of music rushed over. General Hawke gave Scarlett a wink, signaling to search separately, and Scarlett rushed to the bar first.

The position of the bar is slightly higher, sitting there, condescending, you can scan most of the dance floor.Not long after Scarlett sat down, three or five men came over to strike up a conversation.

She casually dismissed several of them, but among them was a tall and handsome man wearing a pair of gold-rimmed glasses who lingered relentlessly.

Just when she was furious and wanted to kick the man away, she heard a low, magnetic voice coming from behind her.

"Man, in Paris, you don't get the favor of beautiful women like you!"

Scarlett looked back, but was slightly startled. The person in front of her was the target player they recruited tonight, Mosenkobre.

Not long after get off work, Mo Sen was dragged into the bar by a group of high-spirited colleagues. Facing this special bar culture, he was really not interested, and he didn't know that the group of people were celebrating him. Still want to take this opportunity to vent.

After drinking three to five cups, the team members around him disappeared completely, either running to the dance floor to find prey, or running to the secret corner to seek excitement with the girlfriend who had already made an appointment.

He was left alone.

"Fickle Frenchman!" Mawson would now suspect that the notes and hints he received in the morning were nothing more than malicious jokes.

Just as he was drinking in a muffled voice, bored, he suddenly noticed a touch of bright red on the bar counter, and Scarlett's fair and beautiful face came into his eyes.

He was taken aback for a moment, and then he recalled that this beauty was a member of the special forces, and then he picked up his wine glass and approached her, and only then did the scene just now happen.

Hearing what Mo Sen said, the handsome man's face was gloomy. He took a few steps closer and whispered to Mo Sen: "This is my prey, get out of here!"

Mo Sen raised his hand, pretending to be relaxed and said, "Brother, don't be nervous, I'm just here to have fun." After listening to Mo Sen's words, the man's eyes showed contempt, as if he thought Mo Sen would apologize next time, he turned around when it is time to leave.

But he saw Mo Sen reaching out and patting his shoulder, exerting a slight force, and suddenly there was a heartbreaking pain on his shoulder blade.

"I'm in a good mood today, and I don't want to hit anyone. Either you get out of here obediently, or I'll break your bones!"

"It hurts... It hurts! I'm going, I'm going now!" The man's eyes flashed a gloomy resentment, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.

"get out!"

Mo Sen let go of his hand and signaled the other party to leave.

For such a small role, he is too lazy to be cruel. Who knows if this is part of the assessment, or not to leave a too sinister impression.

After driving away the handsome man, Mo Sen sat in his place, "Beauty, I helped you drive away the hooligans, aren't you going to buy me a drink?"

Scarlett was slightly taken aback, took a deep look at Mo Sen, and then snapped her fingers, "Please bring this gentleman a glass of milk, it needs to be warm!"

Mo Sen's face collapsed, well, this girl is really sharp-tongued, she doesn't know how to take advantage of cheap things, she always strives to win, and wants to overwhelm others.

"My name is Mawson Cobray, what's my name?"

Mo Sen didn't know whether the woman in front of him came here to recruit him or if he had other missions. He just didn't want to give up any chance, so he pretended to be chatting and wanted to get some information.

Scarlett smiled but did not answer his question, but Mawson didn't care and took a sip of the milk handed over by the bartender.

Who knows how can there be hot milk in a place like this?
"Aren't you a native of Paris? Are you here for a trip? I can be your guide and show you the sights of Paris." Mo Sen continued to approach.

"This Mr. Mosen, what is the difference between what you are doing now and the gangster you drove away just now?"

Mo Sen opened his mouth and was suddenly speechless.

How can it be the same? The guy just wanted to sleep with you, but my purpose is to join the special forces through you. Of course, it would be great to have a sleep by the way.

Mo Sen could only mumble these words in his heart, but he didn't dare to show them on his face.Well, he had to admit that it was really tiring to talk to such a woman with high IQ and extreme ego!

But at this moment, he suddenly heard a deep male voice behind him: "It seems that this beauty doesn't like a young face like yours, maybe I should give it a try."

Mo Sen turned his head back, his eyes narrowed slightly, and an imperceptible joy flashed in the depths of his eyes.

It's General Hawke!
He lowered his head and hid the expression on his face by drinking milk. Since even General Hawke appeared here, the purpose of the two of them is self-evident.

"What should I do next? I greeted casually, or..."

Mawson was hesitating, but he heard General Hawke on the opposite side say straight to the point: "Mosen Cobre, an elite member of the French Anti-Terrorist Agency, once served in..." General Hawke reported a series of files on Mosen information.

Mo Sen pretended to be alert, "Who are you?"

"You may or may not have heard of our news. We come from a special international organization, with dozens of countries participating in the joint special elite force!"

"I'm General Hawke, and the person sitting behind you is Scarlett." General Hawke held out his hand, "I'm here to formally invite you, and I hope you can join the special forces!"

Mo Sen was so excited that he almost laughed when he heard this, but he could only pretend to be hesitant and asked for a lot of information in detail before hesitantly agreeing.

Seeing that he agreed to General Hawke, he seemed to let go of some kind of worry, and let out a long breath.

"I have issued an application. It won't be long before your file will be transferred out of the Anti-Terrorist Bureau. However, this is just an invitation and does not mean that you have fully joined the special forces."

"Your performance and results in the next assessment will determine your position in the special forces, whether you will become a front-line combatant like Scarlett or a second-line auxiliary operator."

"I hope you perform well, and your name can be seen on the list of front-line combatants." Speaking of this, he stretched out his hand and said solemnly.

"Mosen, you are welcome to join the Special Forces!"

Scarlett stood up and patted Mo Sen on the shoulder, "If you want to show me the scenery of Paris, it depends on your next performance!"

Mo Sen glanced at Scarlett's exquisite curves. Compared with the scenery of Paris, I am more curious about your scenery...

At this time, on the tall building opposite Louis Bar, a black figure slowly set up a sniper rifle.

(End of this chapter)