Xu Chuan watched with a telescope as Victor Miguel got into the car and left. The body was left untouched at the scene.
It's not yet half past six, and it's not completely light yet.
Looking at the video in his hand, Xu Chuan himself felt a little funny that he had so easily obtained the evidence that the director of the French Security Bureau had committed a murder.
This guy couldn't have woken up and was suffering from hysteria.
"You guys continue to follow him, I'll go over and take a look."
Separating paths from Fiennes, Xu Chuan came to the corpse by himself.
She was dressed in nothing special, just like an ordinary female white-collar worker, with her eyes wide open.
I put on my gloves and looked through the other party's pockets. I found a wallet with several banknotes and bank cards in it.
He put his bank card next to the body and took a photo with his cell phone, then sent it to Birkhoff to see if he could find out the woman's identity.
The most special thing is that there is a Glock 17 in the holster on the waist.
Tsk, is this a murder and silence, or is the director cleaning up the family?
After flipping through it, there was nothing else except these.
These French guys are really interesting. No matter what their purpose is, this mess is now full of holes.
He stood up and walked back to his car. By this time, Birkhoff's information had been sent.
Judging from the bank card registration information, this woman is an American, graduated from Ivy League, and currently works as an executive at a financial intermediary company in France.
Except for speeding twice, he has no criminal record and his tax registration is complete. It can be said that his background is quite clean.
Xu Chuan whistled and said nothing more. This person must be from the CIA or other American intelligence agencies.
Thinking back to the Heimdall from before, this is probably what he would not have said when he met Victor Miguel just now.
This woman should have discovered something and was silenced by the other party at the risk of offending the CIA.
Now it seems that Heimdall's situation should be very dangerous, but Xu Chuan is not worried.
Because, firstly, it has nothing to do with him, and secondly, he doesn't think these French guys can do anything better than the black marshmallow version of Heimdall.
Of course, the most important thing is that Chigida is following you there.
But in fact, these things are no longer important now, he has almost figured out the cause and effect.
There may be discrepancies in the details, but the fact that these people planned to rob the bank certainly did not escape.
Xu Chuan now wants to know how they are going to rob the bank and transport the cash or gold out.
"Bell, you'd better check online."
While driving back to the show's apartment, Xu Chuan received news from Birkhoff.
French right-wing organizations issued a statement strongly condemning the current disruption of order in Paris by illegal immigration.
They shouted slogans to drive all illegal immigrants out of France, and they also held demonstrations.
They also have many supporters, and the people who were previously neutral were completely fed up with the chaos of the past two days.
It was obvious that by daybreak this would be a grand and unique conflict.
"You guys are really good at playing..."
Xu Chuan muttered, and he smelled something different.
When I got back to the apartment, of course no one else got up except the people from the show crew.
Sun Chao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot because he received a notice from the Paris Tourism Department in the middle of the night yesterday that there would be a protest near their apartment today.
The Paris police will close the road at 8:30. If they want to leave today, they'd better pack their bags and run away immediately.
Seeing the other party's appearance, Xu Chuan smiled and said nothing. He decided to be an ordinary team member today and would never rush anyone.
The program team has informed others of the situation and asked them to get up before seven o'clock today and set off before eight o'clock.
However, Xu Chuan felt that these guys who were holding back and pushing back would definitely mess things up.
Things were just as he thought, some people were still lying on the bed at half past seven.
No matter how much Song Qian urged her, she always looked unhurried.
"Friends, we must set off before eight o'clock..."
Song Qian shouted in the living room, then took the sandwich handed over by Xu Chuan and took a bite.
Then I felt something was wrong, "Hey, why don't you look like you are in a hurry today?"
Xu Chuan took a slow sip of the coffee and then spread his hands and said, "Aren't you all annoyed that I call you like a duck every morning? Isn't it a good idea if I don't bother you today?"
Song Qian's doubts have not diminished, but she is in a state of anxiety and has no time to think about these things.
Her friend has already arrived to take them to the train station, but her group members have not gotten up yet.
Only then did she realize the importance of Xu Chuan. At least she didn't have to shout like this every morning, and her voice was almost hoarse.
"Get up quickly, get up quickly..."
Jin Daxi was urging Zhao Yutong, who was in the same room, but the woman was already awake but was looking at her phone on the bed.
"It's okay. If we were really in a hurry, someone would have come here to rush us..."
Jin Daxi resisted and did not look back at the camera.
"Whose luggage is this that hasn't been packed yet?" Song Qian's voice sounded again outside, but Zhao Yutong acted as if he hadn't heard it.
At a quarter past eight, Yuan Minghao in another room was drying his hair unhurriedly.
Chen Zi came over and shouted outside the door, "Xiao Yuan, are you okay?"
"Okay, sister."
Then I put down the hair dryer, spent another two minutes finishing my style, and then pushed my luggage out of the room.
Chen Zi was already quite impatient, and then they saw Xu Chuan standing by the window of the living room looking outside, with his hiking bag beside him.
"Xiaochuan, it's time to go, do you want me to help you carry your luggage?"
Yuan Minghao said something.
Then I heard the other party turn around and say, "Okay, help me take it down."
Yuan Minghao's expression stiffened for a moment, but he still put on a smile and came over to carry his hiking bag.
Then he didn't move it.
"Okay, if you carry it down, why don't you carry it back for me?"
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Xu Chuan pointed to another street not far away, "Don't even think about leaving today."
A large number of police officers and people holding signs have gathered there, and the march along the Seine has begun.
Downstairs, Sun Chao was anxiously talking on the phone.
Xu Chuan turned around and said, "It's all about this anyway, whoever ends up will be embarrassed."
He now found that these people were quite innocent, they could walk into the cage by themselves without using their brains.
He took out his cell phone and sent a message to Sheila, saying that today's concert is safe.
But there is a new question. Under this situation, can the concert still be held?
…
Sean Blair was waiting for people from the French Security Service to come and pick him up at the agreed upon location.
Zoe beside her lowered her head, obviously not recovering from yesterday's blow.
Just two days have passed since the incident, and the streets of Paris have already changed.
There used to be an endless stream of tourists, but now they have disappeared. In some areas where public security was not good, there were acts of vandalism, looting and burning everywhere.
"Is this what you want?"
Sean Blair sneered, and then watched several young people smash the windows of street shops and break in.
At this time, he didn't know that his hometown would sooner or later become more abstract than this.
Zoe raised her head and glanced, "People like you don't understand our ideals."
"Ideal? What is your ideal?"
Anyway, the French guy hasn't come yet, and Sean Blair wants to know how the other party will answer.
"Everyone has true equality and freedom, and can do whatever they want."
Zoe said decisively.
Sean Blair burst out laughing, "Then you should go to Somalia. People there are very equal. Almost all of them don't have enough to eat. They are also very free. They can go wherever they want. No one cares about what they want to do.
Just do whatever you want, no one even cares about killing people there, it must be a good fit for you."
Then he loses interest in communicating with the other party. He has seen too many such idiots.
Yilake, Libiya, Chuliya, Zukelan, without these idiots, how could the CIA disrupt the other party's social order so easily.
Although he often told these people when he was in these places, he was using the training he had received to brainwash them, and he himself did not take it seriously.
Zoe didn't know how to refute for a moment, but she didn't want to think too much, the security bureau's car had already arrived.
Two guys in suits got out of the car. They showed Sean Blair their IDs and then said the agreed password.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong, one of them put handcuffs on Zoe and then asked the two people to get in the car.
This is an explosion-proof vehicle commonly used by the Paris police. The back compartment can accommodate six fully armed special police officers and various equipment and tools.
In addition to Sean Blair and Zoe, there are three other people from the Security Bureau.
The car started and the cabin shook a little.
Sean Blair did not relax while leaning on his seat, but quietly looked at the three people opposite him.
The other party seemed a little nervous, and his whole body was tense.
However, the situation in the past two days made them react this way, which is not unreasonable.
Zoe, on the other hand, lowered her head and covered her face with her hands. She didn't know what she was going to face this time.
The fear of the future made her feel a little nauseous, and of course it might be motion sickness. She raised her head and wanted to tell the other person that she felt like vomiting, and then she saw a person sitting opposite her.
She had seen this man before. When her boyfriend Jean asked her to leave Paris, she saw this man in front of Jean's house.
A moment of fear suppressed her nausea.
The eyes of this man and Zoe met, and they instantly understood that the other person had seen him.
Pretending to be nonchalant, he reached for his pistol.
Sean Blair on the side felt Zoe's emotions keenly, and he immediately understood that there was something wrong with these people.
He immediately made a preemptive strike and rushed over, hitting the chest of the person on the opposite side.
The other party was already planning to draw a gun.
Chigida was following behind in the car. She was already a little tired of this task.
You can neither shoot nor kill, which is really boring.
At this moment, she noticed the explosion-proof car in front of her shook, and then heard a gunshot from inside the car.
Qianjida immediately became excited and shouted, "Follow me, follow me..."
Sean Blair in the explosion-proof car was fighting one against three. Although Zoe on the side knew that she would die if she didn't fight hard at this time, her fighting power could not even restrain one of them.
Sean Blair held the gun in one of the people's hands and pressed the two people against the wall of the carriage. If it weren't for the narrow carriage, he might have died several times.
The third man had already thrown Zoe off his back, and the woman hit the ground of the carriage and fainted.
He only has one chance now, which is to grab the gun of the person in front of him, and then see who can survive to the end.
At this moment, the car was obviously hit and then swayed left and right.
All the people in the carriage fell out.
Sean Blair looked at the pistol that fell in front of him. As soon as he took it in his hand, he was thrown against the wall of the carriage.
The car overturned...
The explosion-proof car was squeezed onto the sidewalk by Chigida's car, then hit another car, and then rolled over on the ground seven or eight times before coming to a stop.
"Ha, this is kind of interesting."
I laughed while looking at the explosion-proof vehicle that was emitting black smoke.
I don't know how long it took before Sean Blair, whose face was covered in blood, pushed open the trunk door and climbed out with difficulty.
Then he sat on the ground against the car with a gun in his hand, panting.
It took at least five minutes before he remembered to feel for any other injuries on his body.
The few times he rolled around in the carriage almost shook his internal organs, and the other people inside had already fainted, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
He crawled back first and checked Zoe's vital signs. Fortunately, the woman was still breathing.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As for the others, Sean Blair tied them up with zip ties while these people were still unconscious.
One of them was shot and his life or death is unknown.
Then he picked up the phone that fell on the ground and contacted his superior, Karen Dacre.
However, no one answered the phone after ringing for a long time, so he finally had no choice but to contact the intelligence station.
Deputy Tom Ludy told him Karen never returned.
Sean Blair immediately realized something was wrong and Karen was in danger.
There was something wrong with the Victor Miguel she went to see.
"Damn it..."
Karen was so careless, but it's really hard to tell. Who would have thought that people from the French police system and the security system could collude.
After pulling Zoe out of the car, someone at the scene had already started to call the police.
It's just that the Paris police are really busy today. Who knows when they will come over to deal with this traffic accident.
Qianjida's car stopped in front of the overturned explosion-proof vehicle.
She reached out from the car window and patted the door, then shouted to the black man, "Hey, do you want a ride?"
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"Is there really nothing we can do?"
Sun Chao is in contact with people from the French tourism department.
The other party also had a headache, "Didn't I tell you when the road would be closed?"
This sentence left Sun Chao speechless, "Then when will the blockade be lifted?"
The other party was very patient, "The security department informed me that it won't be long, but I can't guarantee you. Do you understand?"
The Security Bureau doesn't want to block it for too long. After all, the impact is really great. As soon as they arrest the people, they will immediately lift the highest alert level.
Other departments don't even know what the Security Bureau wants to do.
Only then did Sun Chao finally give up.
After hanging up the phone, I immediately cursed, these scoundrels are really good at causing trouble.
He was definitely not scolding the French Security Bureau who didn't even know where to open the door, but the ones who didn't get up in the morning.
You must know that delaying this day means that all subsequent plans will have to be temporarily changed.
The group of people going to South Africa have already coordinated with the local tourism department, but now this change may require them to rearrange all their itineraries.
"That only saves one day here in France."
They discussed and discussed, and it seemed that this was the only option.
Others in the apartment were also discussing this matter.
"Didn't you say the road won't be closed until half past eight?"
Yuan Minghao knew very well in his heart that he had messed up this matter, but it was a small matter of dishonesty that cost a lot of money.
Of course, others could see what the other party meant, but except for Zhao Yutong, who also got up late, who echoed the question, no one else dared to speak at all.
Because Xu Chuan, who had been sitting on the sofa without speaking, felt really oppressed.
Who knows if he didn't say a word correctly and he would be thrown out of the window along with Yuan Minghao.