Chapter 1204 Useless Deputy Minister of Internal Security
Long Zhan got the channel from Black Fox, and then got another insurance.
As the boss behind a PC company, what Long Zhan lacks most is elite subordinates and connections, and he is especially good at calling people to fight.
If you have advantages, don't waste them. If you can use them, you should use them.
At the very least, it can be used as an emergency plan, which can be used immediately in case of danger.
So Long Zhan chose to "get someone nearby" and contacted the mercenary queen Bai Meigui, whom he had recently worked with, and made a "small deal" with her after friendly negotiations.
White Rose has devoted itself wholeheartedly to whitewashing, and with the help of Long Zhan, it has officially developed in Europe.
Some of the troops have already arrived in Lyon.
There is only less than 500 kilometers from Lyon to Paris. As long as Long Zhan calls, the masters of the mercenary group will be here soon.
Compared to mobilizing troops from the Titan headquarters, this side has an incomparable and huge advantage.
After being fully prepared, Long Zhan set off to meet the master.
I took a taxi and came to a remote bus stop. After getting off the bus, I looked around and found nothing unusual. I sat on a chair on the platform and waited quietly.
Not long after.
A middle-aged man wearing a hat walked slowly along the street from a distance, and finally sat on the opposite end of the chair next to Long Zhan.
There was a distance of about 1.5 meters between the two of them, and they looked like two completely unrelated strangers.
"Can I wait for a taxi at the bus stop?"
Long Zhan looked forward and seemed to be talking to himself, and what he said was very nonsensical. Normally, no one would take the initiative to answer the conversation.
The middle-aged man in a hat who sat down was different. He actually responded cooperatively: "Give me 10 francs and I can call you a taxi."
The secret codes are correct, no need to pretend anymore.
"You already know the situation. I need to know where those traffickers are." Long Zhan went straight to the point.
"You made Paris such a mess. You killed one person and injured one on the first day you came. This is too bad. Can you be calm?" said the middle-aged man.
"No, my man was kidnapped by human traffickers. It was the Albanians who did it. There will be no peace here until she is rescued. If necessary, I don't mind blowing up the Eiffel Tower." Long Zhan said firmly.
"Don't forget, this is Paris, not your American New York. If you act so randomly, aren't you afraid that I will arrest you?" the middle-aged man threatened coldly.
Black Fox may not have made it clear when he contacted him, and most likely he didn't make it clear on purpose, causing misunderstanding among the middle-aged people, because Long Zhan is an agent of the CIA or FBI.
"If you thought you could catch me easily, you wouldn't sit here talking to me." Long Zhan said disdainfully.
"Don't forget who you are talking to." The middle-aged man said with a dark face.
"I don't know who you are, and I don't want to know, because it's not necessary for me." Long Zhan didn't take this approach at all.
"This is very necessary."
The middle-aged man reached into his collar, took out a business card and handed it over.
Long Zhan took the business card, looked at it and read: "Vivek Kondelao, Deputy Minister of Counterintelligence of the General Administration of Internal Security, his title is not small."
After reading it, I stuffed the business card into my pocket with my backhand, not paying attention to the "national unit" on it.
Too lazy to argue with this guy anymore, he opened the window and said frankly: "I don't want to turn Paris upside down. You tell me the Albanian's lair. I will leave as soon as I find my people." Vivek Kondelao was very happy.
I want to arrest Long Zhan immediately, but I don’t want to offend my big brother, the US intelligence agency.
He could only hold back his displeasure and said: "They came from the east, about six or seven years ago, there were only 15 to 20 of them, and no one took them seriously.
But now they have grown tenfold, and we don’t even know how many people they have, let alone where their home base is.”
"Then where can I find them?" Long Zhan asked with a frown.
"I can't give you an accurate answer now, but I can go back and organize people to investigate for you. During this period, you'd better not act recklessly, otherwise..."
"Okay, I have to go. The day lilies are getting cold while you investigate."
Long Zhan interrupted Vivek Kondelao's words. He felt that this trip was a waste of time and was too lazy to listen to his nonsense anymore. He stood up and left in a big stride.
The Albanian human traffickers gang has been entrenched for so many years but has not been cracked down and eliminated by law enforcement agencies.
In the remaining 80 hours of the Dragon War, it is impossible to wait for any result.
Fortunately, Long Zhan has always understood one truth - to make iron, you need to be strong yourself, and he did not pin all his hopes on this "master".
Relying on others is just icing on the paper after all. Long Zhan had prepared a preliminary action plan in advance.
Vivek Kondelao, who saw Long Zhan leaving, did not stop him or pursue him, but he took out his phone with a sullen face.
"The French are really unreliable. I wasted an hour."
Long Zhan didn't know that Vivek was targeting him, so he walked around a few streets complaining crazily. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, he hailed a taxi on the side of the road.
"Take me to a place with lots of chicks. I need something cheaper."
Long Zhan's words have revealed all the elements. All taxi drivers are city-savvy, and as men, they understand the meaning of Long Zhan's words better.
No need to ask anymore, just start driving.
The taxi drove on the road for more than ten minutes, and the sky became completely dark. Under the dim neon lights, women began to appear on the roadside, dressed in sexy and cool clothes. They looked like they were greeting each other after passing the car.
This group of women is not trying to free ride, but is a profession that exists in basically all countries——
Street girl!
In layman's terms, it's a chicken.
The reason why Long Zhan took a taxi and asked the driver to take him to an area overrun with chickens was to find the missing clues.
What the Albanians do is to traffic in women and then force them into prostitution by drugging them.
Since the women who are kidnapped and kidnapped by them will eventually become street women, then as long as we start from the street women, we will definitely find Albanians.
At least the chicken head can be lured out.
The chickens under Chicken Head's hands are usually imported goods. Since they are goods, there will be a source of goods, and the Albanian trafficker gang who specializes in trafficking happens to play this role.
As long as you can catch a chicken head, you can get the purchase location from him, and you can find the lair of the Parisian traffickers.
Dragon War's plan is very perfect, but whether it will work or not depends on the effect.
"Okay, just stop here."
Long Zhan stopped the taxi on an inconspicuous roadside, paid and got out of the car. He did not rush up to find the chicken, but first found a hidden place to look at it.