my beauty world

Greed stopped talking, muttered words, spit out ancient Latin, drew strange patterns with his hands, and pointed at the back of the car.

Something seems to have changed and nothing seems to have changed.

The two cars went farther and farther, and finally disappeared.

Ronan drove out a Citroen from the garage, asked Anna to get in the car, went to a nearby fast food restaurant to have breakfast, then left Turi, restored its original appearance on the way, and returned to Paris.

Seeing the handsome face in her memory, Anna asked curiously, "You... how did you do it?"

Of course Ronan wouldn't explain it, so he casually said, "It's a makeup technique."

Anna turned to look at Ronan: "You came here to save me?"

"There are other things to do along the way." Ronan roughly said the arrangement: "I haven't finished my work yet. I will meet a friend later. She will arrange for you to go to England and return to Billena Island from England."

He thought for a while: "I'll contact my family when I go to England."

Anna nodded first, then asked with concern: "What about you? We won't go back together."

Ronan said, "I have something to do."

Anna was full of things to say, but after going through so much, she was no longer as innocent as before, and finally only said one sentence: "You have to be careful."

Ronan drove all the way north, returned to Paris, entered the tenth arrondissement again, and found the Alim Hotel that he had made an appointment with Ilsa.

When I came to the top floor of the hotel, I quickly knocked on the door five times, and the door opened a crack: "Come in."

Ronan and Anna entered the suite.

Ilsa's eyes fell on Anna, and she sized her up a little. She was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old Latin girl with a flowery and sweet smile.

Then go to see Ronan, Ronan has returned to his appearance on Billena Island.

Ilsa said directly: "I've made contact. Around eleven o'clock, my teacher passed through Paris and took her back to England in person."

Anna immediately said, "Thank you, please."

Ilsa's expression was stern: "There are some situations in Billena Island, you need to stay in London for a while."

"What's the situation?" Anna asked anxiously, "My family..."

Behind Ilsa is one of the few intelligence agencies in the world: "The governor of Billena Island, Garza, was killed by American mercenaries, and the town dock was also destroyed by American mercenaries, temporarily interrupting traffic. Sophia Hotel and your family are safe and sound, You stay in London for a while, and when the situation over there is a little more stable, I will arrange for you to go back immediately."

Anna didn't know what to do, so she could only look at Ronan, who nodded slightly.

"Okay." She replied.

But Ilsa stood up, walked towards the bedroom of the suite, passed by Ronan, and said, "Let's have a few words alone."

Ronan got up and followed.

When Ronan came in, Ilsa closed the door, put her left hand into her pants pocket, and looked at Ronan: "Can you tell me your real name?"

Ronan thought for a moment: "Ronan."

"On the day I returned to London, MI[-] received a notice from the CIA to assist in the investigation." Ilsa said simply: "There is a terrorist in the notice, who ordered people to launch a suicide bombing attack on a supermarket on the US border, blowing up many border crossings. key facility, murdered multiple DEA and CIA agents, bloodbathed the Tijuana offices of an American company..."

Ronan only said four words: "Convert black and white."

For those who are willing to believe, this sentence is enough.

For those who do not want to believe, it is useless to explain more.

Ilsa looked towards the living room of the suite, as if she saw the girl named Anna.

And everything that happened on Billena Island.

Compared with the CIA report, she trusted her eyes more, and said, "Be careful, the CIA will not let you go."

"I know." Ronan went to open the door: "I'm leaving."

Ilsa guessed, "What are you going to do?"

Ronan said, "Go find someone."

Ilsa thought for a while and said, "I'm lurking in an organization that is currently short of money. If you have money, you can hire them to do things."

"There's no need for this matter." Ronan came and went by himself: "If necessary, I will contact you."

Coming out of the bedroom, Ronan said to Anna, "Be careful on the road."

Knowing that Ronan was leaving, Anna came over and hugged him vigorously, very excited: "I will! I will..."

Ronan patted her on the back lightly, went out of the room and went downstairs, leaving the Arim Hotel.

Around eleven o'clock, a middle-aged man in a suit knocked on the door and entered the room.

After Ilsa's brief introduction, the man smiled slightly at Anna: "I'm Galahad, you can call me Harry."

This is Ilsa's teacher, an upright gentleman, and Ilsa solemnly entrusted Anna to Galahad.

Afterwards, Galahad took Anna into the car and returned to London.

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1 second to remember the public:.

Chapter 64 Misleading (for collection)

As the sun rose and dispelled the winter cold, Ronan walked along Haussmann Avenue in the ninth district towards the Ouya Building directly in front of him, and stopped until he reached the square in front of the building.

The newly built Ouya Building is not tall, less than ten floors, and it is located directly opposite the Opera House.

The building adopts a retro design, with ancient Greek columns on the front, mixed with Baroque style.

Like the high artistic taste advertised by all kinds of luxury goods, the mansion looks like a work of art from the Renaissance era.

There is a small square in front of the Ouya Building, and there are countless tourists taking photos with the building as the background.

"Hi, handsome guy!" A couple stopped Ronan: "Can you take a group photo for me?"

Like ordinary tourists, Ronan nodded with a smile and took a group photo for them.

Coming to a quiet place, Ronan sat on a bench and observed the people coming and going in and out of the building.

Occasionally, trucks come and go directly into the underground parking lot to unload.

The driver of the car would never have thought that the raw materials in the car were corpse oil extracted after killing a person.

The employees who work in this building probably don't know how the products they sell come from.

Taking the Ouya Building as the center point, Ronan walked around twice. During this period, he encountered the French police, but after recovering his original appearance, he was very different from Ryan Brandt, and no one rushed to question him.

Finding a suitable location, Ronan went to a department store to the west, went to the top of the building, and took out the binoculars to observe the Ouya Building.

At about ten o'clock he saw Karl Otto with his white ponytail at the gate of the building.

White braids, black sunglasses, so eye-catching.

At the same time, write down the model and license plate of the car Karl Otto was traveling in.

At noon, I followed the car to the nearby Eighth District, and saw Luc Oubia, the current head of the Obia Group.

The two are the face of their respective firms, and photos can be found online.

Ronan's ultimate goal is Grenouille, and it is not appropriate to startle the snake for the time being.

It is best to choose these three people to do it together when they are in the Ouya Building.

Without them, the business would have stopped for at least a few years if they could find media exposure.

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Turi, the agents of the Security Bureau only took half a day to track down here.

Then it didn't take much effort to confirm the house where Ronan and his party lived.

But there is no monitoring here, it can only be inferred from the traces.

Jean-Claude rushed over from Paris himself.

"It is certain that King Ilya has been here." A technical agent came to report: "According to the intersection residents, two cars picked up people early this morning, all of which have Spanish license plates."

Another person said: "There is no other discovery, people should have gotten into those two cars."

Jean-Claude made a very natural judgment: "They are with Oro Ibia!"

The assistant came over from the side: "Director, the latest news, His Majesty Ibia has just returned to Madrid and made an official appearance."

Jean-Claude clapped his fists: "That bastard went to Madrid!"

"How do we do that?" the assistant asked.

Jean-Claude breathed a sigh of relief: "Let the people in Madrid dig him out and determine where he is."

Ouya Company is not short of money, as long as they find someone, no matter professional killer or mercenary, they can always find someone to deal with that bastard.

The matter here is put aside for the time being, and a group of Security Bureau boarded the car and returned to Paris.

In the car, Jean-Claude called Luc Obia: "The person's whereabouts are confirmed, and he followed Oro Ibia to Madrid. Yes, it is absolutely certain! Luc, you and Karl can put down Come to think of it, with such a big mess in Paris, he will definitely not come back in a short time."

He changed his hand to take the phone: "I'm asking someone to check his specific whereabouts, and I'll leave it to you when it's confirmed. I'm rushing back from Tuli to the Ouya Building? No problem."

After hanging up the phone, Jean-Claude said to the driver, "Go to the Ouya Building in the ninth district."

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On the top floor of the Ouya Building, the perfume extraction laboratory.

Jean-Grenouille, the owner, has curly hair and looks only about 30 years old.

In the laboratory, various utensils have already been replaced with modern equipment.

Although he has been the most outstanding perfumer in Paris and even France since the eighteenth century, Grenouille is also progressing with the times.

He pressed the button, and in the washing room next to him, the sound of water stopped and the sound of wind shower sounded.

When the main ingredients were completely dried, Grenouille pulled the wrench, and a glass door slowly opened, and the crystal bed containing the main ingredients came out along the guide rails and stopped in the center of the laboratory.

On the crystal bed lay a bald girl who had shaved off all her hair.

If Anna was here, she would recognize her classmate Alison.

The girl had already lost consciousness, Grenouille bent down, his nose twitched constantly, sniffing the smell that ordinary people couldn't smell on his naked body.

Smelling from head to toe, Grenouille straightened up and shook his head slightly: "Medium."

He took out a crystal bottle, closed his eyes, grabbed the girl from the air, and said ancient Latin in his mouth.

The girl suddenly opened her eyes, her pupils dilated unnaturally.

There was a golden yellow liquid, which was extracted by Grenouille and put into a crystal bottle.

The girl's natural and even breathing stopped, her pupils continued to dilate, and she died very quickly.

Grenouille sealed the crystal bottle separately, put it in the freezer for later use, and started the equipment again. Two girls with Eastern European faces were sent to the laboratory by the crystal bed.

Soon, there were two more bottles of ingredients in the freezer.

The three naked corpses were lying in the laboratory like this. Grenouille looked at them in a daze, as if thinking of his favorite red-haired girl and her unique body fragrance.

He pulled out a necklace from under his neck, and a golden yellow crystal bottle was hung at the bottom of the necklace. After shaking it slightly, the perfume in it gave off a charming halo.

This is Grenouille's most satisfying work, using a unique girl to extract the top fragrance and create a magical perfume!

Bang!Bang!

There was a sound of knocking on the window, and Grenouille chanted a spell casually. An illusory hand appeared by the window out of thin air, opened the window, and let in a giant bat like a flying fox.

The bat has a hairy human head, hanging upside down from the ceiling, and said to Grenouille: "Master, Her Majesty is about to wake up, please prepare your Majesty's favorite perfume."

Grenouille didn't care much about things other than perfume these years, and asked, "Can the recovery of magic power support her awakening?"

"Prepare the perfume as soon as possible!" Bat didn't answer, just urged: "I'll come back in a week."

Grenouille waved his hand: "Understood."

The bat flapped its wings, flew out of the window, quickly climbed to the height, and flew away like a big bird.

Grenouille was thoughtful. Those legendary powerful creatures fell into a deep sleep because their magic power disappeared. Now that their magic power is gradually recovering, are they starting to come back?

Karl Otto entered the laboratory at this time and looked at the three corpses: "Teacher, are you satisfied with this batch?"

Grenouille frowned: "The best is nothing more than a mediocre product. I need top-quality raw materials! Only high-quality raw materials can make top-quality perfumes."