Evans stood outside the exit of the Karachi Jinnah International Airport passageway, he checked his appearance at the glass reflection next to him, carefully smoothed out every small fold in the collar and cuffs of the suit, adjusted the bow around his neck, and then practiced smiling at the glass, trying to make it look extra warm in this cold winter.
Evans is a Turk who arrived here in a hurry on a private jet from Istanbul, Turkey, last night, and was so busy that he didn't even have time to sleep.
Booking a hotel, a car, a bodyguard, and the most difficult thing to do, he had to organize a detachment of mercenaries before the Boeing 777 that flew from London to Karachi before eight o'clock this morning landed.
Evans is an employee of the Global Princesses Society, and is collectively referred to as the "Personal Butler".
The Princess Club is a very low-key but very luxurious private club, with a total of no more than 1oo members, and the membership alone costs $5 million per person, and then there is a membership fee of $1 million per year.
Therefore, the members of the princess club are either rich or expensive, all the children of tycoons from all over the world or the princesses of Middle Eastern countries, or the ladies of European royal families, each of whom has a dazzling title and halo on their heads, and every time they go out, they will be surrounded by countless noble sons and stars holding the moon, spending a lot of money to please them.
Evans is the best employee of the Princess's Central Asia branch, and the reason why he was sent to Karachi this time is nothing more than to welcome a strange client.
Obviously, the members of the princess's club were all women, and most of them were noble women, but this time the list of tasks was in hand, but Evans was surprised that this curious guest was going to Afghanistan at this time, and to the city of Bamiyan, near Kabul. shi\t This is Evans' first reaction after reading the task list, isn't this looking for death, now that the war in Afghanistan is flying, the Yankees are engaged in anti-terrorism over there, and they are invading the war-torn land.
However, after just one "shit", Evans immediately began to prepare.
One of the benefits of the princess's expensive dues is that no matter what the client asks, even if they want to go to the moon or go on an expedition to the Mariana Trench, they will do everything they can to meet them.
There is nothing impossible, only people who can't do it.
This is the slogan of the princess club.
Renting a car, making routes and itineraries, and security plans are all simple things that Evans has at his fingertips, but it is obviously not an easy task to assemble a strong detachment of mercenaries in a matter of hours.
This bizarre request almost made Evans jump overboard.
Fortunately, the recent war in Afghanistan has brought Blackwater to its counterparts, including a small detachment in Pakistan.
Through special channels, Evans found the top management of Blackwater, and after showing the golden sign of the princess club and quoting a sky-high reward, Evans finally obtained a mercenary team composed of former seals, delta, and 6 members.
Now, there are three Humvee armored vehicles and a vicious special forces detachment waiting to be dispatched at any time, and these mercenaries who fight for money will follow you without frowning even if you want to go to hell to see Satan.
An hour had passed, Evans looked at his watch, looked up at the flight plaiculation, and the radio in the waiting room sounded with a sweet female voice.
"Flight KC3245 from London to Karachi Jinnah International Airport has landed" Evans coughed lightly, cleared his throat, and stood at the exit of the passage, his eyes constantly sweeping into the passage, lest he miss everyone who came out of the passage.
In fact, the aristocratic client was very recognizable, and the princess's library had photos of each client, and Evans admitted that when he first saw this beautiful girl, he had a feeling that he could dedicate himself to her at any time.
If Evans were asked to describe how this client named Selena felt to him, he would describe her as pure as the snow on the summit of the Himalayas, unpolluted, and she had a charming gold that would make people intoxicated when they saw it, so beautiful that it was as if one had stepped into a fairy tale and saw Snow White.
She must be a royal princess.
Evans thought.
Soon, his eyes were on target.
A young girl wearing a length-length gauze skirt and a short furry white coat wrapped around her upper body walked slowly from the passage to the hall, the unforgettable gold scattered on her shoulders, and all the tips around the tips were rolled into lovely waves, and the whole person looked like a noble girl in ancient Rome.
It's her "Dear Miss Selena, welcome to Karachi."
Evans stepped forward and bowed, and then wanted to take the girl's luggage, but as far as the eye could see, the other party was empty-handed, and she was just carrying a small woolly bear backpack.
"Miss Selena, excuse me, where's your luggage?"
Selena smiled brightly, and her big eyes were inlaid with jewel-like blue eyes, which were so beautiful that people were fascinated.
"You can hold it for me."
It was actually a Winnie the Pooh, the size of a cat.
Evans was stunned, he didn't expect that this aristocratic little girl had traveled thousands of miles to Karachi and had to go to Afghanistan, and she only brought a Winnie the Pooh In his guess, the aristocratic client must have been some kind of fanatical traveler or explorer with a special hobby, like Lara in Tomb Raider, who likes to travel in the most dangerous places in the world; Or humanitarian volunteers, whenever there is a battlefield full of artillery, they will fly to the local area to spread love.
"Miss Selena, are you planning a trip to Afghanistan or" Evans cautiously inquired about the client's purpose.
"No, I'm looking for someone in Afghanistan."
Selena was very crisp, and had no intention of hiding or avoiding it.
"Looking for someone" Evans is even more confused, when is this coming, is she here to find a lover is like a romantic plot in a movie, the handsome and dashing male protagonist may be an officer, or a war photographer, or a doctor without borders, full of love and running all over the world to rescue civilians in the most dangerous places, and then the heroine is a beautiful girl with a noble birth and a rich family.
Then the male protagonist lost contact because he was accidentally involved in the war, and then the heroine overcame all difficulties, broke through the resistance of her family, and quietly came to this war-torn land of blood and fire, with a bunch of tough mercenaries to snatch back her lover in the hands of the ferocious enemy, and then hugged and kissed on a sunny mountain somewhere, completing a love soap opera that is extremely bloody but can earn the tears of countless glass-hearted girls.
"Excuse me, do you know the one you're looking for," Evans pondered, whether to find a man or a woman, as a professional personal butler, such abrupt words seemed indescribable.
"Man, his name is Long Yun, he is a Chinese."
Selena's crystal clear eyes were overflowing with sincerity and purity, making it impossible to doubt her words.
"Oh" Evans suddenly flooded with boundless acid in his heart, fuck that Chinese must have saved the earth in his last life, so there is such a return, it is really a dog \ shit peach blossom luck "Where exactly is he?"
"I don't know, for the time being, I guess he's near Kabul, but he's always going to Bamiyan, we can go to the Bamiyan Buddha and wait for him
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