Condelao appeared in the small leisure park built on the east side of the Place de la Concorde, built along the Seine River, and found a long bench to sit down.
Two groups of men wearing sneakers and sportswear, who appeared to be coming for morning exercise, began running in circles nearby.
His eyes would glance at Condelao from time to time.
A few minutes passed. Condelao did not see the scheduled dragon battle appear. He raised his wrist and looked at the time and found that the time had exceeded the scheduled 7:30.
After thinking blankly for a few seconds, Condelao took out his cell phone and called.
The call came through quickly.
"Have you arrived yet?" Condelao asked.
"I've arrived." Long Zhan replied.
"Why don't you come over and see me first? We can sit and chat together."
Kondelao looked up and around, but did not see the familiar big man. He frowned and said, "Where are you? Why didn't I see you?"
"I can see you clearly and hear your voice, that's enough."
After Long Zhan said this, he changed the topic and said in a mocking tone: "Let those fools stop running away. Their acting skills are really bad."
Condelao's face turned ugly, and he waved to the two groups of runners, indicating that they could stop.
Two groups of morning exercisers running along the park track stopped confused and cast doubtful glances at Condelao.
Condelao ignored the two groups of people and gestured in the other direction.
Communication came immediately from the headset:
"Boss, we have locked the signal and are determining his location. He is nearby. Please keep the phone open."
The technician who spoke sat in front of the computer and quickly checked and narrowed down the location of the signal source.
Kondelao, who received the reminder, was very professional and calmly communicated with Long Zhan: "This is not a premeditated plan. I hope you don't misunderstand. They are just protecting me because you are too scary."
"I'm scary? Haha." Long Zhan laughed.
"Since you entered Paris, it has become a mess. Isn't this mess enough?" Condelao said angrily.
"I don't care whether you mess up or not, I just want to find the person I want." Long Zhan also raised his tone.
"I know, you still have 70 hours..."
"There are only 56 hours left."
Long Zhan interrupted Condelao's words and kept looking around Condelao with a telescope in his hand.
"Boss, the position is locked."
When Condelao heard what the technician said, his heart dropped, and his tone changed drastically: "No, you haven't had an hour now."
While speaking, he raised his right hand and moved his index and middle fingers quickly, giving the command to act immediately.
The men who were pretending to be doing morning exercises received the order and immediately ran to the road outside the park.
at the same time.
There are cars parked on the roadside that look like they are not moving, cars parked in front of stores that look like they are going in to buy something temporarily, cars that are not moving in alleys...
More than a dozen cars rushed out, all running towards the apartment building across the road from the small park.
Long Zhan saw this grand scene, but he was not nervous at all. Instead, he pretended not to notice it, and joked in a mood: "It's been an hour? What, you helped me find someone?"
Condelao ignored Long Zhan's teasing and said seriously: "My boss wants to arrest you, and for Wendy's sake, I convinced him to send you back.
If you don't want us to get into trouble, I suggest you cooperate with my work."
Condelao took out a ticket from his suit pocket, held it high above his head, and then said: "Air France flight 001 takes off at 2 noon today, first class, you will return to the United States very comfortably."
Condelao regarded Long Zhan as a member of the CIA, that's why he was so polite.
If it were agents from other countries who came to their own country to cause chaos, they would kill more than a dozen people in just one day.
I'm afraid Condelao was not sent home first class, but was surrounded by special police and agents.
"First class is really luxurious."
Long Zhan sneered coldly, his voice suddenly rising and he said: "If you could use your efforts to arrest me to clean up those damn human traffickers, those bastards would have been gone long ago, and I wouldn't have come here.
Now my people are missing here, and you have no reaction at all. You are just a bunch of trash, but you want me to leave like this. Are you dreaming?"
Long Zhan scolded the general in front of him for his evil deeds, which made Condelao unable to get off stage.
He could only hold on and said: "Listen to me, seventeen corpses, eight hospitalized, five cars destroyed, an apartment destroyed, a big commotion at the airport...
You have caused too much chaos to count. My boss wants you to go to jail, but I have tried my best.
Most importantly, if you continue to stay in Paris, the whole of Paris will be overthrown by you, so you must leave and return to your country.
Now that my people have surrounded you, I advise you to give up your struggle."
Long Zhan looked ahead through the telescope at the large group of plainclothes people climbing up the stairs, and said in a leisurely manner: "Are you sure they can really catch me?"
"???"
Condelao, who was originally confident, was shaken by Long Zhan's confident attitude.
He followed the cell phone signal to find the precise location. Long Zhan on the other end of the phone has been talking to him. Could there be an accident?
Condelao didn't believe it and thought Long Zhan was being stubborn, so he tried to persuade him: "Stop struggling. You can't fight the government. It's you who will suffer if you continue to make trouble."
"I don't want to fight the government, and I don't want you to be in trouble. I just want to save my people."
After Long Zhan vented loudly, he adjusted his tone and said: "Our conversation should be over. If you really don't want Paris to become more chaotic, I advise you not to waste your energy on me and quickly find a way to find those damn human traffickers."
After saying that, Long Zhan hung up the phone and threw the phone into the river.
What's strange is that Condelao's cell phone still shows the call in progress.
"Don't be impulsive, listen to me... Hello, hello? Are you still listening?"
Condelao heard no response from the other side, so he could only put his hand into the collar of his suit, press the intercom of the wireless micro headset and ask: "Did you catch him?"
"No, I didn't see him at the signal point." His subordinate replied in confusion.
"No???"
Condelao was even more puzzled than his men. He was still on the phone a few seconds ago. How could there be no one there? Could he still be invisible?
This is too weird!
"Look for it, look for it for me, look for it in every corner."
Condelao almost shouted the order, his men rubbed his numb ears, and organized people to conduct a careful investigation on the spot.
The area of the roof is so large, and the cause of the strange incident was quickly found.