Babylonian Empire

A300 is a short-to-medium-range wide-body airliner designed and produced by European Airbus Industries.

Zhang Feng watched the horizon moving rapidly outside, watched the water in the glass remain motionless, and the plane flew off the ground smoothly, starting the journey.

Due to the time difference, when we landed in Paris, France, the lights were already on, and there was a brightly lit big city below.

The plane landed at Paris International Airport.

Zhang Feng was in a good mood, because after the plane entered French airspace, two Mirage planes escorted it.

All countries already know about Iraq’s purchase of F-20 fighter jets and production lines from the United States. Especially the major arms dealers in France are very much looking forward to Qusay's ability to buy a large number of things from France this time, so they attach great importance to his visit this time, and the specifications almost catch up with the head of state.

For example, when our country conducts foreign military sales, the prices of certain weapons are based on the internal selling price, with an extra zero added at the end.

Dassault is the most active, because Iraq bought the F-20, so Dassault sold the Mirage F1 to Iraq in advance, and the follow-up sales plan is still being implemented. If Iraq develops the F-20, then their losses It is very large, so the escorts are two latest Mirage F1s, hoping to continue to receive orders from Iraq:.

From later generations, Zhang Feng has seen the night scenes of those bustling big cities, but the other country bumpkins don’t know, especially Gasal, who sees the redness below, and when his mouth is tense, the word for firefighting Speak up.

As a result, the people around him laughed.

Sarah has already made up her mind. Now, her identity is just an ordinary translator.

The a300 slid slowly to the apron and stopped. A ramp truck stopped precisely in front of the aircraft door.

Opening the hatch, Zhang Feng was the first to come out. He was still thinking about the scene he saw on TV. Could there be a sea of ​​people welcoming him below?Will there be countless people holding flowers and cheering their names, and then a beautiful French woman will give herself a large bouquet of lilies?

Unexpectedly, Zhang Feng was completely disappointed as soon as he poked his head out.

It was dark all around, only the landing aid lights on the runway were shining, there were no expected scenes here, and there were only a few scattered personnel from the Iraqi embassy in France on the ground.

Seeing Zhang Feng coming down, a person headed up to the gangway and said, "Welcome Your Excellency Qusay to France. Our embassy staff are eagerly looking forward to your arrival. I am the ambassador to France, and my name is Naif."

After he finished speaking, scattered applause sounded from below.

"Everyone has worked hard." Zhang Feng said, shaking Nayef's hand:.

Nayef looked at Zhang Feng's expression, as if he was not very happy?Didn't he do well?

Nayef has already found out that this second son is completely different from the eldest son Uday. He doesn't like extravagance at all. Even when he came to France, he booked ordinary hotels, so he didn't invite a large number of extras to stage the show. A scene of warm welcome, could it be that this made him unhappy?

Zhang Feng was not unhappy about the lack of extras, he just thought that there were no French people to come forward, as if he didn't take himself too seriously.

Suddenly, a flash of light came to my mind. The French are too smart. When it comes to business acumen, they are no worse than the Jews. They found two planes to escort themselves, which was considered a face for themselves, but they did not come to the airport to greet them , because after all, I am not qualified enough, and if I come to the other party's land to buy things, the other party seems to want to kill me with arrogance?I bought a plane with the United States, which made the Gallic Chicken unhappy?

Perhaps, he was just thinking too much, Zhang Feng looked at the crowd coming down behind him, and said to Naif: "Let's go, go back to the hotel first."

Everyone got on the bus, only Sarah, seeing those staff members sitting on the bus, felt a little reluctant.

Zhang Feng was already sitting in the embassy's high-end Mercedes-Benz car. Looking at Miss Sarah outside, he couldn't help feeling soft-hearted again. He opened the car window and waved to her.

"Thank you, Your Excellency Qusay." Sarah said, opened the car door, and got into the car gracefully.

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1 Chapter Fifty: Prince Alwaleed ([-])

1 Chapter Fifty Prince Alwaleed ([-])——

Paris is the capital of art and the most romantic place in the world: .

Through the car window, you can see everything outside, whether it is cultural connotation or urban architecture, even the neatly repaired lawns and shrubs, you can feel the graceful and luxurious bearing.Occasionally, on the side of the road, there were two people kissing lingeringly there, all of which made the people in the inspection team sigh.

It's just that Zhang Feng didn't bother to watch these. The TV dramas of later generations have been opened up to this extent. However, if Khomeini saw them, he would probably want to go up and shoot them to death with a machine gun. This is the cultural difference.

Zhang Feng closed his eyes, he knew that the road ahead would not be so smooth.

Sarah looked at Zhang Feng curiously. It was the first time she observed this man so closely, and found that he had extraordinary control power, and he was not as excited as the people on the bus behind. The differences of others.

However, within 5 minutes, Sarah heard the other party's slightly emphasized snoring, and Sarah realized: it turned out that the other party was just asleep!

This instead allowed her to look at this man with less worry.

At this time, Qu Sai has lost his immaturity, the lines on his side are very clear, and his face is full of maturity and stability.

This is the legendary Iraqi man!

Sarah looked outside, and she had already walked to the most famous Champs Elysees Avenue in Paris. Originally, she wanted to give him a free tour guide!Unfortunately, this is the location of the most famous high-end consumer goods in the world, and it is the favorite of the French upper-class aristocratic society.

Suddenly, the Mercedes-Benz stopped abruptly.

A person came across diagonally, regardless of the vehicles driving in the middle, and ran to the other side of the road suddenly.

And behind him, several people were chasing after him, holding shining machetes in their hands.

As the car stopped, Zhang Feng was startled awake, and then saw everything in front of him. "Search to see the fastest"

It turns out that it's the same everywhere, behind the glamorous things, all the dirty things still exist, what I see, I'm afraid it's the French version of Young and Dangerous.

All of this has nothing to do with Zhang Feng, he is just a passerby.

He also knew that the other party's actions must be very fast, because the police will be dispatched in a short time, and by then, those who have not escaped will be sent to the police station, right?

Seeing the two people passing by, Zhang Feng was about to let the car drive away, when an unexpected situation happened: .

The young man didn't get rid of the people who were chasing him, but after seeing the car of the Iraqi embassy, ​​he ran towards this side instead.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed through Zhang Feng's mind. Could it be another conspiracy, an assassination plan by Mossad against him?

Since it was on French soil, Zhang Feng's men did not carry weapons, which is not allowed by law.

However, if the other party wants to assassinate him, he should place a car in front of him to block the road, but the front is quickly wide open, and he can escape at any time.

Zhang Feng was ready and ordered the driver to get ready to drive. Then, he glanced at the young man again.

At this time, he was almost overtaken by the opponent, and the sharp machete had been raised high by the opponent.

"Help him quickly, he is my brother!" Suddenly, Sarah beside him said.

your brother?Zhang Feng's brain was short-circuited in an instant, and he said that there are no encounters in life. Isn't this a bit exaggerated?

However, Zhang Feng has already decided to rescue him, because the person who ran here is an Arab at first glance, and he can be regarded as his half brother!

At this time, the other party was still four or five meters away from the Mercedes-Benz. Zhang Feng quickly opened the car door, and then threw his own dagger.

Although guns and ammunition cannot be carried, Zhang Feng still carries self-defense weapons such as daggers with him.

Throwing a dagger, at a distance of less than ten meters, Zhang Feng can completely hit a hundred shots.

"Hey!" With a sharp wind sound, the dagger flew over the scalp of the Arab youth, and inserted into the raised arm of the man behind.