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- Chapter 91 Napoleon
When Jin Lang returned to his residence on the outskirts of Cairo, he found that his men were looking for him.
"where did you go?"
Seeing Jin Lang coming back, the doctor couldn't help but ask.
"It's okay, just walk around."
After finishing speaking, Jin Lang entered the room, fell on the bed and fell asleep.
The doctor looked at his back, but he was thinking, can he survive for a whole day just by walking around? But he didn't ask any more questions, shook his head and walked away.
Jin Lang didn¡¯t sleep well that night, with the shadow of that woman always hovering in front of his eyes, and those eyes that made him heartache.
It wasn¡¯t until early the next morning that everyone noticed Jin Lang walking out with dark circles under his eyes, but seeing that he looked a little unhappy, no one else dared to ask anything.
"Master Apostle, what should we do now?"
After breakfast, Salva couldn't help but ask Jin Lang for instructions.
Jin Lang rubbed his aching forehead and said, "You all go back and solve the problem of Al Qaeda quickly. The doctor also goes back. I want to stay in Egypt for a few more days."
The subordinates looked at each other without speaking, and could not help but look at the doctor next to them.
The doctor frowned and said, "I'd better stay, you don't have enough manpower alone."
Knowing that the doctor was worried about him, Jin Lang couldn't help but look at him gratefully: "Don't worry, don't you know my abilities yet? Nothing will go wrong."
Seeing that Jin Lang insisted on doing this, the doctor didn't say much. At noon, he led his people on the Allah and rushed to Arabia, where there was still something waiting for them.
Jin Lang was not very interested. He always wanted to see the woman again, so he often went to the Sphinx, but found nothing for several days.
"Friends, we meet again."
The Italian man appeared in front of Jin Lang again, looking at him with a smile.
Jin Lang had a bad impression of him, but he didn't want to be too unreasonable, so he had to give him a friendly smile.
"Have you found your woman?" Years ago the man took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to Jin Lang.
Jin Lang took a deep breath of smoke and shook his head in disappointment.
The young man always looked carefree and said nonchalantly: "Why don't I take you to other parts of Egypt? I know this place very well, and I can find some beauties for you to have fun with. By the way, you are Do you like white girls or yellow girls? It can¡¯t be a black girl, right? Hehe, I didn¡¯t expect that we two have similar interests. I also want to like black girls with big butts, I just have enough energy.¡±
Jin Lang listened to the other party's series of babbles, mixed with a few laughs, and felt that this man was quite interesting, as if he didn't know what it meant to be worried.
"What are you worrying about? Let's go have a drink."
The young man pulled Jin Lang into a Ford. Seeing that he looked like a fashionable swinger, he didn¡¯t expect to like Ford cars. In Jin Lang's impression, this kind of young man drives a BMW, Mercedes-Benz, and Ferrari all over the world to pick up girls.
The two of them came to a bar in the commercial center of Cairo. Although it was broad daylight, it was still open and there were many people inside. After finding a seat and sitting down, the young man ordered two glasses of vodka. This kind of strong drink is usually liked by bold and bold men, but he didn't expect that a tall and thin young man like him also likes it.
¡°Try it, it¡¯s a serious Russian taste, it¡¯s strong enough.¡±
The young man took two sips with a satisfied expression on his face.
Jin Lang also took a sip, but felt a hot stream of heat rush into his throat, almost making him look embarrassed and spit it out. But immediately a stimulating smell of alcohol rushed into his stomach. It was indeed very domineering. It was worthy of being a famous liquor.
"How is it, isn't it good? Of course, when I led the troops to fight against Tsarist Russia, I fell in love with this vodka at first sight, and later brought it back to France. It is still memorable to this day."
The young man took two more sips, and then ordered two more drinks. He drank up a glass of vodka but was not drunk at all.
Jin Lang didn¡¯t take his words to heart, thinking he had fainted from drinking. Leading troops to fight against Tsarist Russia? Tsarist Russia was destroyed more than a hundred years ago. Could it be that he is hundreds of years old?
Seeing the smile on Jin Lang's face, the young man seemed to know what he was thinking, but he changed the subject: "Friend, I don't know your name yet. You should be from China, right? China is not bad, you have one head. The sleeping lion will one day rise again."
Hearing the other party praise his motherland, Jin Lang couldn't help but be a little optimistic about him, and said with a smile: "Yes, I am Chinese, and my name is Jin Lang."
The young man stretched out his hand and said with a smile: "Napoleon, he used to be French, but now he is Italian."
Jin Lang shook hands with him and said with a smile: "Your name is really domineering, Napoleon, His Majesty the Emperor, haha" Jin Lang felt that this man was really interesting, even his name was the same as the famous French general Napoleon the Great.
But he didn't expect that the other party's face suddenly became lonely: "Your Majesty, it's all in the past." After that, he drank another glass of vodka.
He really knows how to follow the conversation. Jin Lang chuckled and drank up a glass of vodka. He felt that the wine was indeed strong enough, just right for his current mood.
Napoleon still didn¡¯t seem drunk after three glasses of vodka, and Jin Lang couldn¡¯t help but admire his good drinking ability. Although he can also drink, he must rely on supernatural powers to avoid getting drunk.
"I've heard of you."
Napoleon suddenly turned his head and smiled at Jin Lang.
Jin Lang¡¯s heart skipped a beat and he said, ¡°No way, I¡¯m just an ordinary person.¡±
¡°Ordinary people?¡±. Napoleon stared at Jin Lang with a smile in his eyes.
Jin Lang slowly put down his wine glass, looked into the other person's eyes and said, "Who are you?" Jin Lang was already sure that the other person was definitely not simple.
"Am I not Napoleon? Who else could I be?" The other party smiled and looked at him in amusement while drinking.
"Which elder of Zion are you?" Jin Lang suddenly said something, still staring at the other person.
Napoleon was suddenly stunned, as if he didn't expect that the other party would guess his identity. Seeing his expression, Jin Lang knew that he had guessed correctly, and he couldn't help but be even more surprised. It is said that the members of the Zion Presbyterian Church are all old monsters who have lived for hundreds or thousands of years. If the other party is really Napoleon, he would be about 600 years old now.
But after the famous Battle of Waterloo, Napoleon was imprisoned on the Island of Elba. It is said that he died of old age there, so how could he suddenly appear in Egypt?
"You're quite smart." Napoleon turned back to his princely manner. "It seems that old boy, the Godfather of the Mafia, was right about you. You are a talent."
Jin Lang listened to the other party's praise, but he didn't feel anything in his heart. He didn't need anyone's evaluation for what he wanted to do.
"By the way, that little princess Mira is taking advantage of you. I've been staring at it for a long time, but I didn't expect that it would finally fall into your hands. It's such a pity." Napoleon shook his head and continued to drink.
Jin Lang smiled softly: "Mila won't like an old monster."
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Napoleon sprayed the bartender in the face with a sip of wine. In the angry eyes of the bartender, Napoleon threw out a few bills and settled the matter. Then he turned his head and looked at Jin Lang and said: "I hate people calling me an old monster. Am I very old? I feel that I am quite handsome."
Looking at Napoleon¡¯s narcissistic look, Jin Lang just smiled slightly.
"How come you, a dignified elder of the Zion Presbyterian Church, suddenly came to Egypt?" Jin Lang asked pretending not to care, but his eyes were secretly studying the other person's expression.
"It's just for fun. Anyway, I have nothing to do all day long. I've almost finished dating all the European beauties except Mira. Isn't this starting to reminisce about the taste of Egyptian beauties." Napoleon's expression did not change and he replied casually.
Jin Lang didn¡¯t think he was here specifically to pick up girls. Would an old guy who had lived for hundreds of years do such a thing? Picking up girls? He was a majestic emperor of the First French Empire and had never seen such a beautiful woman.
"By the way, interesting things may happen these days. If you are fine, stay a few more days and join in the fun with me." Napoleon had a smile on his face, as if he had discovered something of interest. Same.
Jin Lang's heart moved, and he couldn't help but guess whether it was Tutankhamen's thing. It is said that His Majesty the Emperor led an expedition to Egypt back then. Although he seemed frivolous now, Jin Lang knew that he also had an iron-blooded side.
"How about it, are you interested?" Napoleon said while blinking at the golden waves.
Jin Lang shrugged and said that he could do whatever he wanted.
"Okay, after we finish drinking, let's go find a girl."
Napoleon laughed and pulled Jin Lang out of the bar.
The two got into the Ford car and rushed towards the next destination. In the car, Jin Lang couldn't help but ask the question again. Napoleon replied: "This Ford car is a good thing. It was made by my own company. Of course I Like it."
Jin Lang suddenly broke into a cold sweat on his forehead. It turned out that Napoleon was still the boss behind the Ford Company. It really didn¡¯t matter.The only thing I can't imagine is that I can't imagine it.
The two of them drove to a dance hall on the same street while chatting. Many men and women came in and out, which was very lively. At first, Jin Lang was a little disgusted with this place. Seeing Napoleon's eagerness to try, he didn't know what to say. He felt that it was necessary to have a good relationship with this big boss of the Zion Presbyterian Church. How could he say that his father-in-law was so cool? Work under him.
As soon as the two entered the ballroom, there was a loud ding-dong-dong sound inside. Jin Lang rarely came to such a place, but he didn't show any discomfort. Since he was here, he just came to have fun. He had a slumped face. What's going on?
Napoleon seemed to be very familiar with this place, and he started to shuttle through the crowd with Jin Lang. Wherever he passed, there was a burst of women's screams, because Napoleon's hands always touched the wrong place, but Jin Lang who was following him suffered. , all the women looked at him with angry eyes.
Chapter 91 Napoleon
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