Chapter 142: Go and put him on the street lamp (monthly ticket)
"Mr. St. Clair, we now suspect that you are related to several cross-border kidnapping cases." Amelia Ryder, a young Interpol police officer, is showing Patrice St. Clair the red notice issued by Interpol and the French police.
arrest warrant.
St. Clair was really sweating this time. The goods in the basement of the hotel had not been sold yet. Everyone here knew him. It was really difficult to break away. "I want to contact my lawyer."
"No problem, this is your right." Amelia put handcuffs on him and let the RAID behind him take him out.
"Emilia, you have to be careful. The Interpol red notice was issued today, and the Paris police signed an arrest warrant in the afternoon. This is so strange." said the man, who is about forty years old.
Jack Valentine could only give this young female agent one more warning. He had no law enforcement authority in France.
"I understand." Although she has less experience, she can still understand the stakes involved.
A RAID member came out of the elevator and reported, "There is a situation in the basement."
After swiping the ID card found from the security guard, the elevator stopped on the first floor. The decoration here is similar to that of the hotel above, even more luxurious.
Several security personnel and the guests here have been controlled by RAID. A team member pushed open a door in the corridor, and Emilia and Valentin walked in.
In the center of the room is a small stage. Surrounding the stage are several cubicles with one-way glass. People inside are invisible to each other. There is a secret door at the end that has been opened and two policemen are guarding it.
In the room with the secret door open were several unconscious young girls, wearing only cool bikinis.
Valentin looked at the girl inside, and then looked at the layout of a few cubicles, and then he understood the situation here. The stage in the middle was used to display products, and people in the cubicles could use the equipment inside to directly
Place your bid in the auction.
He nodded, "It seems we came at the right time. This report is really accurate."
Outside the hotel, Pike and Xu Chuan got off the car from somewhere else and walked nearby. Among the few people, they were the only two who looked like normal people. It was okay to pretend to be tourists. Anyone else who showed up would be the police.
The object of focus.
"It seems like nothing will happen without us." The two of them mingled with the crowd on the roadside and watched St. Clair being taken into a police car by the police.
Xu Chuan touched his chin and said, "Let's go." The two squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the parking space two blocks away.
"I don't know if it's a coincidence or someone has already guessed the purpose of our action." Pike was a little confused.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, "It's unlikely. I think some high-level government officials who knew about it started to purge, and he was very sure that St. Clair didn't have any black material about him."
"And holding this St. Clair in your hand is still a deterrent to some people. Some people may not be able to sleep." Smith added.
"Okay, let's drive. Put the equipment back first. If the pile of things in the car is seen, it won't be RAID and police cars." Xu Chuan yawned and asked them to go back quickly, while he returned the car.
You can have a good sleep.
"By the way, let people show all Marco's videos." The human trafficking problem here in Paris is far more than what is seen in front of you. Marco is just one of them. There are more Albanian gangs and Russian mafia hidden in the dark.
at.
Killing Marco alone won't solve any problems. Even killing his whole family will only vent their anger. In a week at most, a new human trafficking network will be rebuilt, and the police and government departments that provide protection to gangs may be purged.
It won't take long for new police officers to be dragged into the trap.
Regarding these matters, Xu Chuan said that he really can't control so much. This is a market share of hundreds of billions of dollars every year. Who dares to stand in the way? At most, he will kill every one he encounters, even if he uses all Umbrella's resources.
It's all to no avail to track down these human traffickers?
"Also, throw Marco's body into Paradise Street." Returning to his temporary residence in Province 93, Xu Chuan opened a freezer and took out a Haagen-Dazs.
"By the way, you didn't put the body with my ice cream, did you?" Xu Chuan took a mouthful of ice cream and looked at the people standing together in front of him, looking very neurotic.
"Ha, the other freezer is broken..." Curtis rubbed his bald head and smiled a little awkwardly.
Xu Chuan opened the freezer again, removed the ice cream on top, lifted up the cardboard in the middle, and underneath was a black body bag.
Putting the things back and closing the freezer door, Xu Chuan looked at the half-eaten Haagen-Dazs speechlessly, and extended his middle finger to several people, "Bichi."
Adhering to the principle of never wasting anything, Xu Chuan ate the remaining ice cream without any care. He had done eating next to a pile of corpses. This was not a big deal at all, but he still wrote this in his little notebook.
A few stupid people made a note of it.
"Then pick one of you and hang the thing in the freezer on the street lamp on Paradise Street in a more conspicuous position." Xu Chuan pointed to the three Curtiss in front of him with the spoon in his hand.
"Ha, boss, don't imitate those old fools." Albert made a bitter look on his face and complained about this boss who didn't learn well.
"How can it be called random learning? I think this method is very good. I have wanted to try it for a long time. It can also stimulate Marco's father. No one should be able to watch his own son being hung on a street lamp."
Xu thought for a while, "Also, I have wanted to ask for a long time, what does this family named Hoxha have to do with Enver Hoxha?"
Several people looked at each other and said in unison, "Who is Enver Hoxha?"
"Tch, illiterate." Xu Chuan looked at several people with contempt and understood that asking these people was in vain.
Enver Hoxha is the former leader of Albania and the first secretary of the Albanian Party of Labor. He is a very complicated person. Under his leadership, Albania can be called Uganda in the North and Gambia in Eastern Europe. 'Hey, forget it, this is not important.
Something.', Xu Chuan thought, putting the problem behind him.
In Tropoje, Albania, Murad Hoxha is watching the new video on Firl's website, which is a half-hour edited interrogation video.
The protagonist is of course his son, "Murad, please stop looking." Sito Riera held his old friend's shoulders, trying to get him to look away from the computer screen.
Riera could feel Murad's body shaking slightly, "No, I want to finish reading it."