This answer shocked the wealthy John Smith. Xu Chuan covered his cup with his hand to prevent the old guy's saliva from spraying in.
Xu Chuan shook his head, "If I guessed correctly, you should really thank Zakayev. This is a good opportunity for you to clear your identity. If you want to get an amnesty, what better opportunity is there than saving the president's life?"
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Smith sat down slowly, "You are right, and there is no way to remind them, no one will believe it, just like Yemen."
Xu Chuan was very pleased that at least this uncle did not immediately think of reminding the governments of various countries. He curled his lips and said, "The only lesson humans have learned from history is that humans will not learn any lessons, and they will not believe it."
"Besides, maybe I thought wrong." But that said, he really didn't want to guess wrong. From the moment he heard the words Victor and Frigatebird, he had already put Umbrella in his account.
All available funds were transferred to Europe. The last time such a good short-selling opportunity appeared, Serbia was still called Yugoslavia.
What I'm struggling with now is whether to bring Allen Wayne with me, and there's no reliable trader yet. The funds this time are too large, and the leverage is astronomical, so I definitely won't be able to handle it.
If it were other circumstances, he would ask Alan and his father to introduce him to one, but in this situation, he really couldn't completely trust this Anglo-Saxon.
It is definitely not right to eat alone, so he has contacted Casper Heikmedia. The more funds for this kind of financial operation, the better. Of course, compared to the entire market, his own funds are only a lot.
That's all, it won't be taken seriously at all.
It all depends on how far Zakayev can go this time. Whether he is a young model in a club or a job in the sea, it all depends on him.
Curtis came in from outside the bar and also picked up a bottle of beer, "Boss, we found that Patrice St. Clair."
This name was one of Marco's confessions, and he was mainly responsible for the auctions of high-end goods and personalized goods. Kim originally belonged to the high-end goods category. If Smith hadn't arrived quickly, she would have appeared at the auction.
Although there are not many people with this name in Paris, there are still a few with the same name. It took Swager and others to search for him for a while before they found him.
Greed is the original sin. If this guy ran away immediately after Marco's accident, Xu Chuan and the others would really have nothing to do, but there happened to be an auction here today, and they needed to sell some high-end products.
This club in St. Clair is a membership-based club, and each member has to pay a large membership fee. Several customers have clearly expressed interest in this product. If they breach the contract, it will cause irreparable damage to the reputation of the club.
"Take care of your shirt." St. Clair frowned and looked at the men beside him. He had almost obsessive-compulsive requirements for clothing.
The subordinate helplessly adjusted his collar in front of the reflective elevator door. Only the guy next to him could see this tiny wrinkle, and he couldn't help complaining about this obsessive-compulsive disorder in his heart.
"How do we get in?" This is a high-end hotel located on the banks of the Seine River, next to Notre Dame Cathedral. On the opposite side of the road, seven people sat in two cars and looked inside the hotel.
It was obvious that this reception was private. There were security guards checking invitations at the door. People who entered were either rich or noble. Guys like me, who were simply dressed, would definitely not be able to get in through the front door.
"I brought a bomb made by Williams..." Before Murdoch could finish speaking, the others said almost at the same time, "Shut up."
Xu Chuan lay on the car window and looked at the brightly lit Notre Dame de Paris not far away, which had not yet burned down. He felt a little ironic. If this was a movie, the population auction inside was interspersed with the glamorous beauties and scenery outside.
, will definitely become a classic.
The bomb cannot be used. There are too many innocent people here, and something big might happen. "Go to the back door and have a look."
"There's a lot of surveillance here. It's difficult to infiltrate without alerting anyone, and most importantly, our identities are too easily exposed." Two cars circled on the nearby road, and Pike watched.
The streets around them speak of their concerns.
He is right. Although the number of surveillance here is not as exaggerated as it would be in China ten years later, it is still at the level of urban centers in developed countries. Without Birkhoff's technical support, it would be difficult to install surveillance equipment on the streets.
"What if we do it while they are transporting goods?" Xu Chuan touched his chin, considering various possibilities.
"The problem is that we don't know their routes. If there are too many routes, we don't have enough manpower, and we have to deal with St. Clair." Smith also has a headache.
It is close to the city center, there are tourist attractions nearby, and there are many police patrols. This requires that there should not be too much noise during the operation, otherwise they will not be able to run very far at all.
"Hey, there's something going on here." Xu Chuan couldn't help but say something in his native dialect. He wanted to keep things simple this time.
"How about we pretend to be robbers and attack by force." Albert came up with an idea that Xu Chuan liked very much, but it was naturally opposed by others.
"Boss, there seems to be something going on here." Curtis said inexplicably on the intercom. In order not to attract attention, the two cars deliberately stayed far apart.
"Ah, what happened again?" Xu Chuan muttered speechlessly, feeling that he really didn't look at the almanac when he went out this time, so he could only ask Albert to turn around and go back.
More than a dozen police cars have been parked in front of the hotel, and now there are heavily armed special police at the front and back doors and even in the river. "They are from RAID." Swager's voice came on the intercom.
"Why are people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs here?" Smith said doubtfully.
RAID is the abbreviation of French re cherche assistaion dissuasion, which means search, assistance, intervention, and deterrence in Chinese. It is also called the Black Panther Commando, an elite force affiliated with the Ministry of the Interior.
"Rejoice. Fortunately, we didn't break in by force just now, otherwise we would have been blocked by someone at this time." Xu Chuan wiped the cold sweat on his head.
Most of the RAID equipment is G36C and Glock 17, and they are all wearing heavy body armor. An unknown number of snipers have been deployed on the building not far away. It would be really troublesome if they were blocked inside.
"Why are they here?" The car of Xu Chuan and others did not dare to park nearby. There was a pile of contraband in the car. This would really kill people.
Inside the hotel, Interpol agent Jack Valentine and French Interior Ministry agent Amelia Leder had stopped Patrice St. Clair.