Chapter 150 The French police will also work overtime (monthly pass)
Xu Chuan took out a standard SIG516 with a 14.5-inch barrel and tried it on his shoulder. "I always feel that the 5.56 caliber is not powerful enough. I still like the 7.62 full-power bullet."
He misses his FAL very much now. The sound of 7.62×51 bullets indoors can make people’s ears bleed. Sometimes even shock bombs are omitted, and it is powerful enough that ordinary body armor cannot stop it. He uses a metal folding butt.
, sturdy and durable, and feels extremely smooth when used to hit people.
"After that, someone will send a few MK17s over, so that everyone can get familiar with them." This matter was settled.
After that, the four Smiths were sent away. As for whether Albert would actually give sleeping pills to his lifelong enemy Murdock, it is not known.
The Paris police headquarters was working overtime all night, which is not common in France. "Emilia, your coffee." Garrett walked into the office and put the coffee cup in his hand on the table.
"I'm sorting out the information. I just received an order from above to hand this case over to the Territorial Surveillance Bureau." Amelia didn't even have time to raise her head.
Garrett whistled, "You can't get off work then." He had been working overtime almost every day recently.
"You don't seem to care much about this case." Amelia finally noticed her partner's negative performance.
"What's there to care about? The ones who died are the scum of those gangsters." Garrett pulled up a chair and sat next to the desk.
Amelia shook her head and decided not to pay attention to this partner who had a strong sense of justice. She was going to finish the work at hand and might be able to go home early today.
"Amelia, this is Agent Macon from the Territorial Surveillance Bureau." A colleague from the police station brought a middle-aged man in casual clothes to Amelia's office.
She handed the compiled information to Macon, "Most of the identification results haven't come out yet, you need to rush them yourself."
Macon frowned, looked at Amelia but didn't say anything, simply thanked her, took the information and left quickly.
"Oh, are DST's benefits so good now?" Garrett sat aside and turned to look at Macon's back.
"What should I say?" Amelia, who was packing her things to get off work, asked absentmindedly.
"His clothes and leather shoes are all custom-made, costing at least six figures." Garrett stood up with a joking expression on his face, "This guy seems to have collected a lot of dirty money."
"Maybe he already has money?" Amelia picked up her bag and was already preparing to walk outside.
"Ha, rich people stay up late at night and come here to work overtime?"
Henry Macon didn't know that he had become the topic of chat between the two policemen. He wanted to send the information back quickly. Of course, if it wasn't his immediate boss's intention, he wouldn't have come here in the middle of the night.
"Isabelle, you go to bed first, I have to work overtime today." Jean-Claude Pitel, the deputy director of DST, was explaining to his wife on the phone in the office, "Okay, dear, go to bed."
Seeing that Macon was already outside the door, he hung up the phone first, "Macon, have you got it?"
Macon handed over the documents in the bag, "I got it. The appraisal results haven't come out yet. You know how many things need to be appraised in the past two days."
Looking up at the serious eyes of his deputy director, Agent Macon immediately changed his tone, "I will urge them to get the results as soon as possible."
Pitel opened the file, looked at various photos of the scene, and frowned, "Did Firl do it this time?"
"I asked the police on duty. Judging from the shell casings left at the scene, the weapons used this time were very mixed, and someone nearby heard the attackers speaking Russian." Macon could see the mood of his boss.
Not very good, try to be as concise as possible to tell what you know.
Pitel sat behind his desk and was deep in thought. He was not worried about the fighting between gangs. I believe the politicians above thought so too, but they were very worried about this inexplicable anti-human trafficking organization.
It’s not like there are no similar organizations, but others will at most find clues and ultimately need to rely on the police for rescue, and now Firl’s execution ability is really amazing.
They are only targeting human traffickers now, but will they target customers who have purchased goods and services in the future? Who can guarantee? If they feel that buying and selling is the same crime, they will also kill all these buyers.
Now that some people have requested that this organization be classified as a terrorist organization, it means that some people above are already afraid.
The arrested Patrice St. Clair was engaged in high-end business, and his customers were all respectable people. The number of people who asked me about this person's whereabouts today was almost double digits. What on earth do those people in Firl know?
Are there any remaining videos on the Internet? These are all unknown.
If so, what will they do with the other parts? Threaten, blackmail, or prepare to kill the remaining people like those gangsters? These questions have kept many people awake. It is undeniable that Firl is already in the upper echelons of Paris.
A storm of terror arose in some circles.
Pitel shook his head, "Let's investigate secretly. Let's ask the Russians tomorrow if they did it?"
"Even if it is, they won't admit it." Although Macon felt that there would be no gains, he still agreed.
"That website, let's end it first. Almost all the Albanians involved have been cleared out. Others, I have no obligation to help France fight corruption. The few policemen released before are enough to make them think we still have something on our hands.
It’s the most advantageous.”
Xu Chuan and Nikita discussed it and felt that the website could be put there first to attract everyone's attention. Anyway, with Birkhoff's technology, there is no problem in letting Umbrella hide behind the scenes. The important thing is that it can
An investigation direction that misleads many people.
"Basically there is no other information about Zakayev. You can just stroll around Paris and treat it like a vacation." Xu Chuan stood between Nikita and Michael, holding their shoulders.
Seeing Michael's unkind eyes, Xu Chuan took the initiative to raise his hand and let go of his girlfriend, "OK, I hope you can disguise yourself. You are now illegally entering the country."
"You don't need to remind you about these things. Each of us is more experienced than you. Just take care of yourself." Nikita glanced at Xu Chuan and despised him with her sexy voice.
"Oh, a group of wanted criminals, what's there to be proud of?" How could Xu Chuan give up on this?
Nikita took out her phone and found a photo, with a charming smile on her face, "Then first, tell me who this girl is?"
Xu Chuan glanced at the photo of himself walking with Alsha on the beach in Tijuana. Looking at the composition, which looked like a murder scene, he knew it was secretly taken by Curtis.