Sean Blair got out of the car and looked up at the surrounding buildings.
"This guy will avoid all the cameras. This place is good and can be easily and quickly entered and exited."
This is an intersection, with dense buildings around it and not very high.
"It can be convenient to use the roof, what is No. 44 doing."
He reported the suspicious location to the command center and asked the other party to check the background of the building.
"No. 44 is a drug den. I have been investigated twice a year, so it's too conspicuous."
“Where is No. 48?”
“It’s a hotel run by immigrants.”
“No. 52?”
“No lessor registration record, no criminal history, and no bank statement.”
"They trade in cash, I'll go there and take a look."
Although using this method has narrowed the scope of the target, it still requires the most basic visits if you really check it.
Michael Mason, who is in Apartment Building No. 52, is sorting out the money he has made in the past two years, most of which is stolen money.
There are photos of him wanting to be played on TV now. Although the photos are quite blurry, he can still recognize himself.
He needs to run away immediately.
"Fuck...that damn Bichi."
How did he know that there was a bomb in his bag, and now when he thought of him walking two streets with the bomb, he felt a chill on his back.
It was so lucky to not die there.
After tying all the belongings into rolls and tied them on their bodies with tape, Michael Mason immediately picked up his bag and went out.
He lives on the top floor. As soon as he walked to the stairs, he heard someone talking at the bottom of the building, "Have you seen this person before?"
Michael Mason looked down from the stairs and a black man was asking about a black aunt living here with a photo.
"I've seen it, he lives on the top floor."
The black aunt reached out and pointed up, and Michael Mason immediately shrank back and leaned against the wall.
The black man who was looking for someone didn't look like a good person, and it was probably coming to find him at this time.
Michael Mason didn't have time to think about it and immediately returned to the room, locked the door, then opened the window and climbed onto the roof.
He was about to climb over the vents and exhaust ducts and find an opportunity to go down from the other side of the building.
But it was obvious that he was not Spider-Man. He fell directly from the top when he was turning over the second flue, almost falling from the roof.
Fortunately, his good luck has not disappeared, so he saved his life again.
But that's it, Sean Blair was looking at him affectionately through the window in the corridor.
Michael Mason got up and ran.
Sean Blair knew without looking at the photos that this kid must be his target. He immediately kicked open the door in front of him and chased after the open window.
...
Xu Chuan and his group were located in Chinatown in District 13, and the architectural style here seemed to bring people back to China at once.
It became kind all of a sudden.
In a grocery store, Yuan Minghao picked a semi-soft sword for performance, weighing less than a pound.
The others, led by Zhao Yutong, are discussing how to celebrate Yuan Minghao's birthday, and the day after tomorrow will be Yuan's handsome man's birthday.
Xu Chuan, who was standing beside him, felt very impatient. NM is not a very familiar person, and he is not a whole year old, and he celebrated his birthday on Gou Ba.
A group of people who don’t even remember their parents’ birthdays were so enthusiastic about celebrating their birthdays for someone they had known for a few days.
So hypocritical.
But as he said, the acting must behave like a little.
He sighed and said, "Oh, when I see this, my fifth sister often celebrates her friend's birthday."
Zhao Yutong said without thinking, "Yes, I have many friends, and they look for me on their birthdays."
After saying that, she realized that it was Xu Chuan who said this.
The other party's smile-like expression made her always feel that the meaning of this sentence was meaningful.
However, she thought for a long time but couldn't figure out what hole the other party was digging.
At this time, Yuan Minghao and Song Qian had already paid the money and came out of the grocery store.
In order to ensure a sense of surprise, everyone immediately pretended that nothing happened.
Xu Chuan looked at the time and greeted everyone, "The time is almost over, let's go back and have a rest first."
They are going to come out to see the night view of the Eiffel Tower at night, and if the clothes of these celebrities are not changed, will they be kept for bugs?
The subway system in Paris is indeed quite convenient, except for the price, it is not that big.
When they returned to the apartment, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.
"We took a break for two and a half hours, and then went out to find my second sister's friend, and they invited me to dinner and went to the Eiffel Tower after dinner."
Xu Chuan compared a six gesture to everyone, "Set out on time at half past six, and you will have the time yourself."
He can see now that as long as these people don’t give time to death, they can definitely drag time to an outrageous level.
"If you don't follow time, you will find a way to pass."
If someone else said this, no one would believe it, but no one would doubt it.
And if you dare not go, haha, Master Xu has gone, if you don’t go, are you very brave?
As for the filming of the program team, Xu Chuan doesn't care at all. Not to mention that Mango TV dares to cut his part randomly, he doesn't care even if it is broadcast like this.
"Okay, you can rest for a while."
Chen Zi and Song Qian pushed him back to the room, these two people may be the only ones who don't take his words seriously.
In fact, everyone has no time to rest. A few who attach more importance to tomorrow's performance have already started practicing their own programs.
The sound of Hulusi was heard intermittently in the room opposite.
On their side, Yuan Minghao also moved the coffee table in the living room and danced his sword there.
A simple routine is not very skillful, nor very good-looking, but it is enough to deal with foreigners.
As for Rongzishan, he was already asleep.
Xu Chuan was sitting on the sofa and watching the song score that Xue La gave him, a very thick stack.
He hummed the notes on the music score gently. After watching it for ten minutes, he raised his head and said in surprise, "Oh, I'll wipe it..."
Then I quickly browsed the other music scores.
Well, he's pretty sure this woman can transform into a singer-songwriter.
Oh……
He smiled and said that there are no fools who can get involved in the American pop music circle.
Her original album is really good, with her own style.
To be honest, he is better than Xu Chuan. He is very clear about his copying of those he copied, and the occasional singles may not be obvious. If it is a whole album, he will find that his style is completely inconsistent.
Of course there is no problem with changing styles, but if you suddenly jump from folk songs to reggae, it will definitely make people feel very strange.
So apart from the two albums specially customized for Girls' Generation, most of them gave singles.
Xuela's album is different. She writes lyrics and composes herself. Maybe some details may be almost interesting, but they have a very strong personal style.
Oh, Xu Chuan was a little relieved, with an expression that the old father thought his daughter had become a talent.
Well, this metaphor is a bit problematic, but it means that.
Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard a gunshot from the building opposite.
"Bang……"
He was so familiar with the sound of this 9mm ammunition that he almost rolled down from the sofa and fell on the floor.
Pull out your HK45 from behind your waist, and then push the sofa hard towards the window.
At this time, Yuan Minghao did not realize that what had just been gunfire.
However, he was already shocked by the gun Xu Chuan took out casually.
Once again, I warned myself in my heart that I must not attract the person in front of me. Apart from my identity in China, this guy is really ready to fight hard at any time.
Xu Chuan did not remind the other party either, and he immediately contacted Feins on the walkie-talkie.
Of course, his bodyguard also heard the gunshots and was sending someone to check them out.
"Be careful about safety and give priority to alarms."
As long as it is not targeted at him, there is no need for Xu Chuan to meddle in other people's business.
He pointed to Yuan Minghao who was still standing there and asked him to take the mirror on the table.
That is the makeup mirror that Yuan Minghao often carries with him.
Yuan Minghao walked over and picked it up and sent it to Xu Chuan.
After taking it, Xu Chuan extended the mirror out of the window and observed the situation of the apartment opposite from the mirror.
Even if I haven't eaten pork...
Yuan Minghao immediately remembered the plots in various war movies, how could this look so much like a sniper-proof person?
I wih, Yuan Minghao, who reacted, immediately fell to the floor.
He looked up at Xu Chuan with a hint of resentment, and he seemed very dissatisfied with Xu Chuan's failure to remind him.
Xu Chuan raised the gun in his hand at the other party, and Yuan Minghao immediately lowered his head.
Xu Chuan's sarcastic voice sounded across from the other side, "What do you think you are? Will someone use a sniper to deal with you?"
Well, although what Xu Chuan said was very unpleasant, it seemed to make sense.
"BOSS, the danger is lifted, do you want to come and have a look?"
Feins' voice came from the walkie-talkie.
"I'll go over now, Over." Xu Chuan then got up from the ground.
This gunshot did not cause much chaos, after all, not everyone in the world can hear gunshots every day like Americans.
Even in Europe and Paris, no matter how bad the public security is, most ordinary people will regard the gunshot as an explosion of something, such as fireworks.
The security guard in the apartment across the street had already run away, and the door was open, so I wonder if I had gone to call the police.
Feins' men were guarding downstairs, and Xu Chuan followed them upstairs and saw a black man lying on the ground at the corner of the third and fourth floors.
"Dead?"
Feins shook his head, "Just dizzy."
He asked someone to turn this black sorrow over. After Xu Chuan saw the other person's appearance, he cursed in his heart, "Damn, Heimdal!"
OK, what is the plot?
Feins pointed to an open door above.
Xu Chuan walked over and looked at it. This was a soundproofing interrogation room. Surveillance is installed at every angle outside and can also be used as a safe house.
Combined with Heimdal who fainted outside, this wouldn't be the CIA's safe house.
Oh, this is so interesting.
There were two ropes cut with knives on the ground in the interrogation room, as if someone had been tied up.
Judging from this, he should have broken free and ran away. He was able to escape under Heimdal's hands and knock people out. That must be at the level of Thor.
If he remembers correctly, Thor seems to be a mercenary...
Well, Master Xu’s thinking is a little confused.
"BOSS, come and check out the surveillance."
A bodyguard had already walked to the surveillance room and retrieved the surveillance record.
Xu Chuan walked over, and then he saw the little thief from last night.
Then he should have guessed wrongly before, only a little mouse was interrogated by Heimdal.
It seems that the CIA has also known about the suspect in yesterday's explosion.
This thief is really unlucky, but how did he break free from the rope and attack Heimdal?
The video was adjusted faster and continued to play, and then they found the answer.
Two people pretended to be couriers and knocked on the door and attacked Heimdal, whose target seemed to be the thief.
"What a mess?"
Xu Chuan pointed at the two guys on the screen and said, "Photo taken it, who is Chacha?"
Then he said to Lynn Feins, "Call for the person named Victor or something."
The other party nodded with his cell phone.
By the time the security chief arrived, the police in Paris had blocked the place.
Of course, Xu Chuan and his group had already retreated, and Heimdal and the others didn't care.
Victor Miguel glanced at the blocked building, then looked at the apartment where Xu Chuan and the crew lived opposite him.
This is a coincidence...
The people from Hua Shaotuan were lying by the window watching the fun. This kind of fun is not often seen in China.
It is said that the previous sound was gunshot. Unexpectedly, they experienced explosions and gunfights in more than a day after arriving in Paris. This is so interesting.
There was no danger, so Xu Chuan did not stop them.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Knowing that the director has arrived, Xu Chuan went downstairs and told about the previous story.
"You know, I don't want to cause trouble, but I also have to make sure I'm safe."
And Victor Miguel said, "If that were the case, it might be better to leave the problem to us."
Victor was really annoyed about these people breaking into the scene.
"If you say so, you, the security chief, know that Americans have a secret interrogation room here?"
Xu Chuan didn't care about the other party's thoughts, and he had thought that this person seemed to have problems since before, so his first choice was to stimulate the other party.
Victor Miguel opened his mouth, and he didn't expect the other party to be so direct. This was just slapping him in the face.
His face changed, but after thinking about his purpose, he decided to endure it.
"Okay, Mr. Grylls, I'm not here to talk to you about these."
"I want to know, have you moved after you go in?"
Xu Chuan shrugged, "I went in and took a look. There should be my fingerprint on that table."
"Where are the others?"
Xu Chuan shook his head directly, "Of course not."
Victor Miguel looked at Xu Chuan seriously, "I hope our exchange this time is sincere."
"That's for sure."
Xu Chuan answered with great sincerity.
His people have already dealt with the scene. As for his fingerprints that were left intentionally, nothing would seem too suspicious.
As for the surveillance outside, it was destroyed by the Americans, what does it have to do with him?
If the French want to investigate the two guys who pretend to be couriers, they just need to do a sketch with the security guard and adjust the surrounding surveillance.
As for the interrogation room of the CIA, the angry security director is about to go and question the crime.