Super Cute New To Marvel

  Chapter 56 I want to make a new rule

The blue Lamborghini sports car pulled out a beautiful curve, drove through the Arc de Triomphe square, into the bustling street, watching the traffic flow, Fisher had to say that his choice was correct, Lamborghini really low-key a lot, at least the streets of Paris There are no arrogant armored vehicles running rampant all the way.

  After turning the front of the car into Kellybel Street, the Peninsula Hotel was close at hand. Fisher parked the car at the entrance of the hotel and a doorman wearing a top hat stepped forward to greet him.

  "Welcome to Paris!" After receiving the key in Fisher's hand, the porter cautiously drove the sports car out of the gate and headed to the parking lot.

   and Fisher led Presco into the lobby of the hotel.

  The receptionist who had confirmed Fisher's identity early on was already waiting in the lobby, and greeted him when Fisher entered the lobby.

"Is it Mr. Fisher? I am the personal butler of the hotel, Carmel Charlotte, who will serve you during your stay in Paris. I hope you have a good trip!" The face of the lobby manager who speaks fluent English With a professional smile, he bends down slightly, his professional attire involuntarily reveals a deep career line.

"Hello, Ms. Charlotte, can you take me to my suite? I've been on the plane for several hours and I am a little tired!" Fisher's attention was not on the other party at all. He would be really a bit tired. Hungry, plus the C17 pilot was a Maozi pilot who drove the White Swan before, so he really didn't rest well on this journey.

  "Book a one-month suite first, and this will bring me a glass of ice water! Then prepare some food to send to the room!" Fisher took out his credit card and handed it to the other party.

  "Please wait a moment!" Camille nodded, then turned and walked to the lobby bar to get the room card, while Fisher led Prescal to the rest area.

It was the evening at the moment, and many people were tasting coffee and desserts in the rest area. As a privacy-conscious hotel, the spaces between the rest area compartments of the Peninsula Hotel are relatively large, and the lights are relatively dim, while in the rest area. In the center, there is a long reservoir. Water flows from the pool and flows into a special pipe beside the pool, and then from under the floor to elsewhere.

   "Wow!" Seeing the pool, Prescott looked very excited.

   "Want to play? Go!" Fisher smiled and rubbed the dog's head, then untied the rope and let the dog go to play in the water by himself.

  The shiny black back jumped into the pool with a one-hundred-meter dash, and started playing with it. The splashing water and the movement of playing also attracted the attention of many people.

  "Sorry, sir, your dog is playing in the pool..." A young man with a manager hanging on his chest came over. Although what he said was dissuasive, his tone seemed a bit yin and yang.

   "What's wrong, isn't this pool here for playing?" Fisher picked up the sugar cube and put it in the coffee just delivered.

   "No, this pool is a decoration. The guests here are all high-class people. If you indulge your pet like this, it will cause us a lot of trouble!"

   "High-class people?" Fisher swept around the onlookers, and saw that many of them looked like eating melons while watching the excitement.

   "Okay!" Fisher took out the checkbook from his pocket, tore off a page and started writing.

   "Sir, this can't be solved with a tip!" Seeing Fisher's actions, the French manager sneered in his heart. These American upstarts are really lacking in quality.

   "No, it's not a tip!" Fisher finished writing the last zero, then got up and threw the check into the manager's hand. "I want to buy this hotel and make a new rule. You can play in the pool!"

"This!" The manager looked at the string of zeros on the check, feeling a little at a loss for a while. He looked at Fisher, only to find that the other party had lost the thousands of dollars of custom-made suit on his body and entered on his own. The pool played with Prescott.

  Fisher's generous performance really shocked everyone present. The guests who were waiting to see Fisher's jokes all raised their ears and waited for how things would go down.

"Sorry, Mr. Fisher, your room has been cleaned up!" At a critical moment, the personal butler, Carmill, who was arranged by the hotel for Fisher, came over, sent Fisher's credit card back, and then stared behind him. The colleague who took the measures took a look.

   "I'm sorry for the trouble you have caused. Regarding today's matter, the hotel will give you a satisfactory answer. In addition, you and your pet can play here anytime!"

  I have to say that the same is at the manager level, and the difference between Carmel and the other person is highlighted.

"Okay! But I still want to buy the hotel! The Peninsula Hotel doesn't sound good, so let's rename it to Atlas!" Fisher took the wet dog out of the water, and followed Carmel. Back on the elevator.

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"You have only been in Paris for less than three hours, so you bought a hotel and made a new rule! Are you serious?" Fisher just lay in bed after taking a bath and getting ready to sleep. Kate called.

   "Yes, this hotel sounds good, the environment is beautiful, the facilities are first-rate, but the people are a little bit silly, buy it as a company benefit!" Fisher took a look at the time, um, he can sleep for an hour and a half.

  "Employee benefits? Thank you for having a boss like you! You have spent an extra seven-figure amount of wronged money on buying a hotel. Isn't it good to use this money as a bonus?"

   "Uh, Kate, money is called money only if it flows. What's the point of saving it?"

   "Okay, you rest, I will be responsible for the follow-up!" Kate rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and then hung up the phone.

  And Fisher was relieved, put his head under the pillow and fell asleep comfortably.

Woke up and refreshed. When Fisher walked out of the bedroom shirtless and wrapped in a bathrobe, he found that Carmel was squatting on the ground and feeding Prescol with nutrition cream. The dog looked at with watery eyes. It's quite lethal.

  "You fell into it!" Fisher couldn't help but interrupt when he saw Carmel preparing to unscrew another nutrient cream, "This guy usually cheats my mom on snacks!"

"Ah, Mr. Fisher!" Carmel heard the voice and stood up hurriedly. "Sorry, I'm here to send you clothes. I have already sent your suit for dry cleaning. After finishing the cleaning, I will I bring it to you personally! And, here are your car keys!"

   "Okay, thank you!" Fisher nodded, then took the replacement clothes on the sofa and walked into the bedroom.

  "Do you need me to help you?"

"No, thank you!" Fisher is very clear about the other party's idea. For this kind of woman who is close to him with a very strong purpose, Fisher does not like it very much, because once a problem occurs, it will be very troublesome, Justin Hammer is a good example. Justin Hammer and Tony Stark can be regarded as the two most stalled arms dealers in the United States. Of course, Stark is by nature, and Justin is purely trying to compete with each other. That's it.

For example, Stark likes magazine cover girls, while Justin likes to find Hollywood movie stars, so the problem arises. Stark’s cover girls only need Pepper to fix them, and sometimes those people just want to touch them. Stark’s **** pectoral muscles are enough, there is nothing else to ask for, and the ones Justin finds will always make Justin make all kinds of bad checks, such as money and fame. I really don’t want to spend millions on a one-night stand. For this reason, I have to go to court with the female stars who were voted for by him. The New York tabloid also wrote a joke specifically for this. The legal department of Stark Industries is In the fight against piracy, the legal department of Hanmer Industries is attacking the New York tertiary industry, and Justin Hanmer has the largest legal team in the United States, but it is only used to help him calm his bad reputation among actresses.

And this Camille was so deliberately to please Fisher, he just wanted to go a step further in the hotel, Fisher didn't mind helping her get another level up, of course, sleeping together is fine, sleeping with a dog is more fun than a woman too much.

  "Do I need to order dinner for you?"

   "No, no, I may not be back tonight, maybe you can prepare a breakfast for me!" The well-dressed Fisher picked up the car keys and went out.

  "Uh, Mr. Fisher, if you need to see the scenery of Paris, I can be the tour guide or the hotel can arrange it! We also provide a shopping membership card and special car transfer!"

   "No, thank you, I'm just going to do a private business, and the schedule for visiting Paris has to be arranged later!"

  Leaving a somewhat lost personal butler, Fisher drove all the way to the safe house, and he should go to the auction in four hours. He had to make arrangements for it!

The safe house set up by Cormac is under a noisy bar. The owner is also a member of the Titan. Because he lost an arm in the battle, he chose to retire after undergoing prosthetic surgery and returned to his hometown to open a bar. .

  "BOSS, welcome to Paris!" Seeing Fisher coming in, the bar owner was particularly surprised, leaving behind a companion who was drinking and bragging, and led Fisher into the backyard of the bar.

  "They are in the wine cellar, I went to the front and stared!"

"Okay, hard work!" Fisher still attaches great importance to such veterans. One day when the giant U decides to rebuild the world order, they will be very qualified leaders and dark children. Therefore, regarding their welfare and subsequent treatment, Titans always try to do their best.

  After the boss left, Fisher opened the door of the wine cellar and walked slowly down the wooden steps.

   Rows of huge oak barrels came into view, and the air still had a faint aroma of malt. There was a long table in the innermost position of the wine cellar. At this moment, the action team members were eating a simple dinner around the table.

"It looks like the food is good!" Although the tableware and environment are a bit simple, the food on the table is not, filet mignon, seafood pasta, and fried crispy pork ribs and beef tongue. Look at Fisher's belly. Also groaned.

   "If it's good, come here!" The Prophet let go of his stool, beckoning Fisher to sit down, and then he pulled a chair and sat next to Fisher.

  "It should not be as good as what you usually eat, don't dislike it! BOSS!" The gunner handed Fisher a plate full of food, quite embarrassed.

   "I usually don't eat so well. I dislike it. If you don't believe me, ask the prophet, he knows!" Fisher was also polite, taking a fork and stuffing a full of noodles and steaks into his mouth.

  "I'll testify on this!" The prophet nodded. He and Fisher had known each other as early as the army, and naturally they knew Fisher's usual situation.

   "By the way, what are you going to do if you call us secretly?" After wiping out the food in front of him, the prophet poured Fisher a glass of freshly squeezed juice, curiously asked.

"I'm going to an auction later, and I need to get the same item. You are my back-up. If the thing is successfully photographed, you are responsible for sending it back to the Iraqi base. If it is not photographed, we will take the thing. come over!"

  "Can you tell me what it is? It is so important?" The ruins looked puzzled.

   "Vibration!"

  "Vibration? What is that?" The youngest Aas was puzzled.

  "A rare metal, rarer than gold!" The Prophet explained to others.

   "Yes, this kind of metal is very important for the development of our air and space forces. I came here to make sure nothing is wrong. Are there any questions?" Fisher looked around and asked.

  "Where are the enemies we might encounter?" The scout raised his hand, "Are we allowed to use lethal force?"

  "The enemy may only have light infantry. It does not rule out that the opponent has heavy armor. I have prepared an expert exoskeleton for you. This can be solved. As for lethal force, it must not be used without endangering your life, understand?"

"understood!"

   "Okay, this is the satellite map and three views of the environment for the auction to be held. Prophet, I will leave it to you!" Fisher patted the opponent on the shoulder.

"Of course, leave it to me, oh, by the way, what about your safety, or you take the ruins, that kid is a good hand, once you fight, four or five guys can't get close to him! On your side There is only one John and two bodyguards, it is difficult to deal with problems!" The prophet put forward his own opinion.

   "It's okay! You forgot, I was also from the Marine Expeditionary Force, and the focus of the evening is on the vibrating, not me. If something goes wrong, the enemy will only come to the vibrating, understand?"

   "Okay, keep the communication open that night, and call whenever possible!"

"Of course!" Fisher still respects the prophet. Although the other party is a bit black, he is more like an Englishman. He is calm, decisive, and good at thinking. There is no such thing as any task he has performed. Failure.

After one hour.

   "Well, everyone, check the weapons, we are ready to go!"

  　 four thousand four thousand, sleep to sleep

  (End of this chapter)