Chapter 911 I am your dad
In order to hide it easily, the "spotted viper" in Brian's hand did not have an obstructive silencer. The clear gunshot alarmed various nearby birds, and they flapped and huffed. It flew up into the sky with its wings and circled around the canopy of the tree.
The battle started and ended in just a few seconds. Cassell followed Brian's instructions throughout the whole process and crouched down with his head in his arms as soon as he heard the gunshot.
Every time a gunshot rang out, he shook involuntarily as if he had been shot. It took him a long time to hesitantly stand up and look behind him.
The corpses of the two hooded men behind him were quite frightening. Their tofu brains were shattered on the ground, which made the great writer tremble in fright and quickly turned his head to look ahead.
It turned out that the one in front of him was similar. Brian shot him through the chin, and the bullet flew out of the top of his head, even the Tianling Cap flew away.
The only person alive was the person who was standing in front of the two people and was the leader of the conversation. Brian had just fired four shots, breaking his limbs. At this time, the other person was rolling on the ground and screaming in pain.
"Is this the end?" Cassel looked around suspiciously, but could not find Jack.
“Not yet.” Brian walked to the corpse in front of Cassel and stretched out his feet to turn it over. He saw that there was still a bloody hole in the armpit of the corpse, and the bullet came from It went between the ribs and hit him right in the heart.
He roughly estimated in his mind the position where the deceased had been standing before, then turned around and pointed the "spotted viper" in his hand at a pile of bushes beside the path.
"Do you still need me to say please?"
In Kassel's surprised eyes, after a bunch of sparse bushes not far away rustled for a while, a small bush suddenly grew taller. A large section turned into a human form.
"Calm down." A deep voice came, "If I wanted you to die, you would already be a corpse."
"That's not necessarily the case. My companions should have already I found you." Brian responded unceremoniously.
The humanoid bush let out a disdainful snort, pulled off the camouflage net on his body and walked towards the two of them. In his hand, he was holding an early model of AUG assault rifle with a silencer, which was the one in the old version of CS. That "Rubik's Cube Rifle" is also called "Mirror" by players.
The setting sun, which had gradually set down the mountain, cast its afterglow through the leaves in the forest, illuminating a head that looked like a big braised egg red.
"Frank? Frank Moses? Why are you?" Jack's doubtful voice came from the other side of the path. Bruce Willis's big bald head was too conspicuous.
Casel looked to the left and then to the right, looking a little confused, "Do you know each other?"
Jack shook his wet trouser legs and walked onto the road awkwardly. He stayed motionless on the oak tree for eight or nine hours. The mineral water bottle Brian prepared for him had a mouth that was too small to be used. In order to avoid exposure, he just put it on the trunk of the tree.
This is nothing to be ashamed of. The job of a sniper is so disgusting. Professional snipers will change their diet in advance before performing a mission, and even develop a vegetarian habit to reduce the number of excretions and avoid being unable to hold back during the mission. A large one attracts wild animals or patrolling dogs.
"I saw the location of the phone, and I was wondering why you stayed here motionless for several hours." Frank looked a little embarrassed.
Half of the questions in everyone's minds were suddenly solved. It turned out that the mysterious man who tortured Roger Hansen before was Frank, and he also knew Jack. No wonder he left the mobile phone and the note and pointed it out to him.
"Why didn't you make a call if you kept your cell phone?" Jack was confused and didn't understand what the old CIA was doing.
When he asked this question, Frank became even more embarrassed, and his voice lowered a lot, "I took the fastest direct flight to Paris, but I didn't expect you to arrive so early."
"The fastest flight you've ever taken." Jack was speechless for a while, feeling like his filter was broken. Well, it seemed reasonable to think about it.
An old CIA veteran who had retired for many years rushed from New York to Paris while wanting to conceal his identity. Taking a commercial flight using a fake passport prepared in advance was indeed the fastest way.
"What is going on?" He had a lot of questions that needed to be answered.
"Clean these up first, and wait until we get to a safe place." Frank said, walking up to the kidnapper who was still moaning on the ground, and shot him in the head to end his pain. "This guy is gone. Used it."
Then he bent down and took out the other party's mobile phone from the body, took out a number and wrote it down, then shot the phone to pieces, and then picked up the bullet casing on the ground.
On the other hand, Brian took out two prepared shovels from the trunk of the Citroën C5, handed them to Cassel, who was still in a daze, and motioned for him to help dig the hole.
The mud in the forest is actually not that easy to dig because there are too many tree roots and there are also large and small rocks. After Jack changed his pants in the car and came out, Cassel, an industrious guy, dug a small hole. . Taking the shovel in his hand, Jack and Brian worked together. It took half an hour to dig a pit nearly two meters deep and bury the four corpses and several weapons together.
Jack only fired two shots in the tree, and the bullet casings had been collected by him. Brian also picked up all the bullet casings left behind by the shots he fired.
At the same time, Frank also lost the Mercedes-Benz pickup truck driven by the kidnappers somewhere, and appeared again in a Renault SUV, waving to the three of them, "Let's go, take you to a place." A safe place.”
Jack followed him out of the Fontainebleau Forest and back to Paris, finally stopping under an old apartment building.
Walking up the creaking stairs to the attic on the top floor, Frank opened a door and made an invitation gesture to the three of them, "This is one of the safe houses I originally arranged. It is safe for the time being."
The room was full of dust, and it looked like it had been idle for many years. The air was filled with a musty smell caused by not opening the windows for a long time.
“What do you want to drink?” Frank took out a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet that had been there for an unknown period of time and was also covered with dust.
"Who is he? Is he also an agent? Do you know who kidnapped my daughter?" Cassel came up with a series of questions.
Although this room seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, it still had water and electricity. Frank washed four glasses and placed them on the table, and poured wine into them with a pretended relaxed expression.
"It doesn't matter. I was just asked to help rescue your daughters. Don't worry, as far as I know, they should be safe now."
"I know you, Frank Moses, One of the best covert ops agents we have ever had, who killed countless drug lords, terrorists, and even subverted a certain country's government.
Even after retirement, he is still labeled as 'red', absolutely. There's no way anyone can hire someone like you." Brian directly revealed someone's background.
"What is a 'red' label?" Cassel looked at Brian and then at Frank. Seeing that neither of them had any intention of paying attention to him, he looked at Jack again as if asking for help.
"'R·E·D' red, retirement, extreme, dangerous."
After explaining, Jack picked up the wine glass and took a sip, and directly expressed his suspicion,
"They are actually here for you, right? The kidnapping of Sara Elmasri was to make this case It will become national news or even international news, thus informing you who is hiding in Texas."
Frank's cheek twitched slightly, and his expression was a little struggling, "I said it's not important, it's important. I want to find a way to rescue those two girls. Didn't I tell you to come to Paris alone before, why did you bring these two guys with you?
Okay, I admit that one of them may be able to help a little, but the other one is completely useless. Adding to the chaos."
"Because we are flying on a C-17 transport plane, there are enough seats in the cabin, so there is no need to grab the earliest flight ticket." Jack poked someone's sore spot very sinisterly. Then he explained something.
"Believe me, if I don't take them with me, they will make a bigger noise."
"Wait, I don't understand." Cassel couldn't wait for the two of them to slowly attack, and stood Between Jack and Frank, "What does this have to do with Alexis and Kim? Why did the other party want to arrest them?"
Frank looked at Cassel and then at Jack, hesitating for a long time. Then he faced Brian and said with difficulty, "Their target is Alexis. Your daughter was just implicated. I'm very sorry."
Brian resisted the urge to throw a punch, "It's nothing now. It’s so hard to hide, tell the truth, what’s going on?”
Frank touched his bald head and sighed, “This is all my fault, I was too careless. I don’t know how the other party found out about my relationship with Alexis, and knew that as long as I caught her, I would definitely show up and find a way to save her.”
Cassel was furious. Listen to what this old bald man said, "Why? What relationship do you have? I saw Alexis being born with my own eyes. You old bastard, tell me what you said." It’s clear!”
“She is my granddaughter!” Frank was furious when he heard Cassel yelling at him, “Richard, you are my son!”
With a clang, the wine glass in Jack's hand fell to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor. The glass was not broken, but was spinning on the wooden floor.
What did you hear? Is the world crazy? He looked at the shiny bald head in front of him, and then at Cassel with his thick "hair", but he couldn't find any similarity between the two faces.
(End of this chapter)