Chapter 915 is made public
The urban area of Paris is divided into numerical districts, which are spirally distributed from the inside out like a snail shell, with District 1 as the center and spreading outwards. It is divided into 20 districts in total. These 20 districts Known collectively as Little Paris.
Similar to the elusive security distribution in New York, the security situation in Paris also makes outsiders scratch their heads. The details vary in each district, but generally speaking, the security situation in the southwest is relatively high. Okay, Northeast deviation.
The tenth arrondissement has two important transportation hubs, Gare du Nord and Gare de l'Est. The former leads to Belgium and the latter to Germany, so the mobility of people is extremely high. In addition, Paris' famous red light district is also located Here it is.
Brian put on a leather jacket, a black suit and a dark tie. He walked to a red door and looked left and right.
Not far away, Jack, dressed as a postman, nodded slightly towards him. Brian turned his head expressionlessly, pushed open the door, and strode through the porch to the inner patio, where two Eastern European men were drinking beer and playing. Playing mahjong for two.
Seeing Brian walk in, one of them quickly stood up and stopped in front of him. Although the other strong man was sitting there without moving, he also cast a wary look and at the same time quietly put his right hand into his arms.
"Stupid pig." Brian greeted.
The Eastern European man standing in front of him had a thick mustache and a fierce look in his eyes. "What's the matter? We don't accept guests here during the day."
"I'm here to see you. Your boss." Brian stood in front of him, surpassing him in both height and aura.
"There is no boss." Mustache put on a poor look.
Brian took out a business card and handed it to him, with the words National Police printed on it.
France's law enforcement personnel are divided into two categories, the police and the gendarme. The police are divided into two types, the national police under the management of the French Ministry of the Interior and the city police responsible to the local municipal government.
These three types of law enforcement personnel can roughly correspond to the criminal police, armed police forces and auxiliary police of a large Eastern country.
The French urban police do not have the power to enforce criminal cases, and their functions are administrative and auxiliary. The national police and the gendarmerie have the same functions and can both be responsible for criminal cases.
The difference between the two is that the national police are mainly concentrated in and around large cities, while the gendarmerie is more responsible for small towns and villages. As the name implies, the gendarmerie has the power to arrest deserters and deal with crimes within the army.
Mustache did not panic when he saw this business card, "We are not street gangsters. Mr. Macon is in charge of our area."
"Macon has changed departments. Now I'm in charge here, so take me to see your boss. I won't repeat it a third time. Of course, you have the right to refuse, but I won't be alone when you come to visit later."
< br>Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped the earphone hanging on his left ear with a very threatening tone.
Mustache looked nervously at the strong man who was still sitting there, and winked to signal him to keep an eye on Brian. He said "wait" and turned around and left in a hurry.
It didn't take long for him to reappear, standing on the steps and tilting his head slightly towards Brian, "Are you armed?"
"It's in your hand." Brian pointed at him, still holding the gun in his hand. That fake business card made a mouthful of noise.
The strong man who had been sitting without getting up kept staring at Brian's back. He didn't turn his head until he disappeared at the end of the steps. However, he was surprised to find an old man wearing a peaked cap standing next to him. Guy.
"Stupid pig?" Frank said hello with a smile and then suddenly took action, pointing a knife as fast as lightning, directly smashing the strong man's Adam's apple.
"Ho ho." The strong man covered his throat but couldn't breathe. He struggled and fell to the ground. He kicked his legs helplessly a few times before making no sound.
The red door was opened again, and Jack walked into the inner courtyard with a nervous Cassel.
“Keep here.”
Frank has dragged the strong man’s body to the corner, pulled a rainproof cloth to cover it, and then handed his Beretta 92F to his son. He patted him on the shoulder again and took the "Spotted Viper" with a good silencer from Jack.
The two walked up the steps to a terrace. As far as they could see, a red bean was thrown in front of one of the corridor doors.
Jack opened the door directly and entered. In the room closest to the corridor, there were two Eastern European men playing cards. When they heard the noise, they looked up and looked at him through the window. "Puff! Puff!" There were two soft sounds, and each of them had a blood hole on their forehead.
The sound of breaking glass alerted people in the other room. Someone stuck his head out to investigate the situation. Frank behind Jack raised his hand and shot.
At this time, there were also sounds of fighting upstairs, and the noise was quite loud. There were even two gunshots. Frank couldn't help but frown, because Brian really didn't have a weapon.
"Want to go up and help him?"
"No." Jack shook his head and joked, that was Liam Neeson. As long as he didn't run into Darth Maul with a lightsaber, No one can kill him.
The two of them walked all the way through the corridor and guarded the stairwell, killing three more Albanians who came for reinforcements after hearing the noise, until Brian's hoarse voice came from above.
“It’s all done, you’d better come up and take a look.”
Brian, whose murderous look was still on his face, dragged a bearded man to the stairs, holding a lot of weapons in his hand like a dead dog. A captured M1911.
"Uh, did you kill them all?" Jack was a little worried. There were corpses all along the way with these two killer partners, and there would be no one left alive to question later.
"This is Mark Ocha, confirmed." Brian kicked his beard, who was still breathing, as an indirect acquiescence.
Jack stepped over Mark Ocha, who was beaten until he was breathless, and walked into the corridor. This apartment building was a bit old, and the layout was quite similar to the old-fashioned Khrushchev Building. The corridors were winding and winding. Rooms of different sizes.
The first room is not big, it is a small restaurant with a kitchen. It is in a mess at the moment. There are two corpses lying at the door. There are four more in the restaurant, including the one who showed Brian the way before. That mustache, there is a table knife stuck in his heart.
According to the plan they discussed before, Brian was responsible for posing as the French National Police and asking to see Mark Ocha in the name of negotiating protection money. Jack and Frank followed up to ensure that no one could run away.
Jack continued to walk forward. Behind him, Brian and Frank continued to guard the stairs. Their eyes looking at his back were full of contradictions.
This is the lair of the Albanian gang, which houses many girls who have been kidnapped and trafficked, but it is also an underground women's branch. Every night, these girls will be forced to live in one after another. Receive guests in a small room.
The reason why Brian and Frank's eyes are full of contradictions is because they want to find Alexis and Kim as soon as possible, but they don't want to see some heartbreaking scenes, so Jack can only do the rest of the work. .
He opened one of the doors, and the smell of low-quality perfume mixed with some unspeakable smell filled the entire room. There was only a single bed inside, and a disheveled girl was sleeping. The loud noise outside just now failed to wake her up.
This scene is not charming at all, but brings strong physical discomfort to people, because one of the girl's hands is handcuffed to the radiator, and the other arm is full of pinholes and cigarette butts. The circular scar that comes out.
In the second room and the third room, Jack opened the doors one by one along the corridor. The scenes in the rooms were similar.
Some rooms have single beds, and some have double-decker iron frame beds, but without exception, every girl is handcuffed, and there are more or less traces of drug injections on her arms. Pinholes and scars.
After checking all the rooms, Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had expected it, he was still very lucky that Alexis and Kim were not among these girls.
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A group of foreign reporters rushed into the red door, among which the bulky RIA News Agency reporter and the Reuters reporter with agile legs and feet were the first.
The French police who arrived a little later looked at all this with their mouths agape, not knowing how to stop these media people who are known for their fast running.
Across the road not far from this magical cave, in a Citroën sedan that is common on the streets of Paris, Cassel in the passenger seat put down the mobile phone in his hand, took out the phone card, broke it in half, and threw away the mobile phone. Into the trash can on the roadside.
"The news agencies in various countries that I know have been notified. In two hours at most, the situation inside will be spread all over the world."
"Let's go." Frank, who was sitting in the back seat, sighed and put his head on The peaked cap covered the face of Mark Ocha, who was still unconscious next to him.
Jack started the car, and the tires of the Citroën ran over the unique cobblestone road in France and disappeared at the end of the street corner.
(End of this chapter)