"Murad, I think you should think about it again." Sito Riera helplessly held the car door, trying to stop his friend for the last time.
"Sito, I have to go to Paris." Murad understood that this old friend was indeed thinking about himself, but at this time he could no longer listen to anything.
That video brought enough stimulation to Murad, just as Xu Chuan expected, no father could bear it.
Sito Riera knew that he could no longer stop him, so he could only open the car door and get in. He must ensure Murad's safety for his future plans.
They are going to the airport now. It is just dawn. It will take less than two hours to get to Paris from here. If everything goes well, they can come back later today.
The first ray of sunshine in the early morning in Paris pierced the clouds, and piercing police sirens sounded on Paradis Street in the 10th arrondissement. Parisians saw more police cars in the past two days than in the past month, and they didn't know what happened.
On a streetlight at the corner of the street, a stiff corpse swayed from side to side with the breeze, like an old rag doll with a rope around its neck. The visual impact was quite exciting.
"Firl did it again?" A policeman in civilian clothes stood under the street lamp and watched several men lowering the body from above.
"I don't know, but the forensic doctor must be working overtime again." Amelia Ryder looked at the body that was slowly placed on the ground.
"It doesn't matter, there's only one body this time, and they haven't finished the previous inspection." The policeman squatted down and used his gloved right hand to remove the hair from the body, "Let's see who it is this time."
Amelia frowned and looked at him, "Garrett, be careful."
"What does it matter? It's clear on this case that they don't want to investigate further, otherwise Firl would have been wanted for a long time. They are worried that if they really arrest him, they will be asked about some things that no one else can know." His name is Garrett.
The policeman did not care at all as he fiddled with the corpse in front of him.
"Shit, I really hit the jackpot this time." Garrett recognized the corpse as Marco Hoxha, the protagonist in the popular video on the Internet, the boss of those Albanians.
This matter must not be hidden from the media. Of course, the Paris city government has no intention of keeping it secret. Compared with the dozens of corpses and abducted girls before, these government officials were a little surprised and lucky this time that Firl did not create another incident.
A big case is coming.
Of course, one day later they realized that they were rejoicing too early.
Xu Chuan watched Curtis and Albert take off their black clothes and raised his eyebrows. He felt that it would be fine for the two brothers to cover their mouths, so they could wear whatever clothes they wanted.
For the sake of the unity of the team, Xu Chuan felt that he could not let them know this idea, "You can make breakfast by yourselves in the kitchen. Also, don't blame me for not reminding you that Modoc entered the kitchen just now. It took at least half an hour.
Come out." Xu Chuan made an expression that you all understand.
"Fuck, boss, why didn't you stop him?" Albert thought of the fear of being dominated by antifreeze.
Xu Chuan picked up the dinner plate on the table and smiled, "I've finished eating." No one could refute this reason.
The two people rushed into the kitchen, trying to save their breakfast, "Modoc, you bastard..."
Ignoring the fuss of a few people, Xu Chuan took a backpack and walked out, saying hello to Swag and Pike who were checking the vehicle, "Don't forget to pick up NIKI and the others. I'll go out for a walk.
Contact me if you have anything, but it’s best not to contact me.”
"Does he mean to contact him or not to contact him?" Pike raised his head and looked at Swager speechlessly, asking in confusion.
The good security environment in Province 93 in the past two days makes people think that this is a wealthy area. Not only have the gunshots that can be heard everywhere disappeared, but there have not even been a few robberies on the streets. The business premises in the red light district are even more...
It's closed down.
This is of course not because the Paris Police Headquarters moved its office here, but because the gangs here know that an organization named Firl killed all the Albanians. No one knows whether these lunatics will
There is a next goal.
This caused the top leaders of various gangs gathered in the 93rd department to strictly order everyone below them to tuck their tails between their legs and be a good person. Anyone who dared to take the initiative to cause trouble would be drowned in the Seine.
Xu Chuan didn't know much about these things, so after he strolled leisurely for five minutes, he was finally surprised to find, "Oh, why is no one robbing today?" This meant that he couldn't get change for taking the subway.
Two hours later, Xu Chuan finally sat in a Starbucks near the Arc de Triomphe, lying on the seat as tired as a dog, "Oh, shopping is really not suitable for me."
There were a bunch of perfumes and small luxury items in the backpack, and there were several oversized shopping bags on the chairs nearby.
Xu Chuan, who originally thought he was quite smart, didn't understand the scent of the perfume or the color of the lipstick at all, so he could only ask the service staff to pack the entire series like a rich man, and then he regretted that this pile of things was still...
Quite heavy.
I took out my mobile phone and took a few photos of the things I bought and sent them to Xu Ziwen and Dong Qin. There was a seven-hour difference between Beijing and Paris, so it should be afternoon there now.
After sending the photo, Xu Chuan took the phone and counted down in his mind, "3, 2, 1", and the ringtone rang on time.
"Brother, why did you buy these?" came an urgent white voice on the other end of the phone, and Xu Chuan couldn't help but smile.
"It's for you. Didn't it say these are new models?" Xu Chuan took out the instruction manual in the bag and was confused when he read it.
"Brother, you are really my brother." Xu Ziwen, who was far away in the capital of China, lay on his bed in his bedroom, "My mother's company has just obtained the domestic agent for this brand, so you understand."
"What the f?" Xu Chuan looked at the things in front of him speechlessly, wondering whether to retreat.
"Haha." Xu Ziwen turned over and let out a sweet laugh like a silver bell, "It doesn't matter, you bought it anyway, so I reluctantly accepted it."
Dong Qin opened the door from outside and came in, "Come out with me for a walk in the afternoon. You have been in the house for three days and you are not afraid of mold."
"My brother's phone number, he bought a bunch of new Chanel models, the one my mom got back last week." Xu Ziwen smiled and patted the big bed under him.
"Hey, the phone hasn't been hung up yet." Dong Qin pointed to the phone in her hand, "He will really return it."
"Ah, don't retreat, brother, I'm not laughing at you, really, really." Xu Ziwen said good things to the phone repeatedly.