Around 8pm.
Under the escort of a large number of armed special police, Matthew and Henry sent all the treasures found today into the underground vault of the Louvre.
Mike led a senior French lawyer to witness the entire escort process and watched with his own eyes as the treasures found in the underground secret passages were stored in the vault.
After finishing these things, they returned to the hotel.
When he returned to the hotel, he immediately reported the situation to Xiao Ran.
In the blink of an eye, the time has come to around 9:30 pm.
Xiao Ran, Elaine and the others were sitting on the sofa, laughing and chatting while watching the news on French TV.
The news footage shown on TV was the scene of a shootout in the Marais district of Paris.
To be more precise, it was the scene after a fierce gun battle.
According to news reports, the shootout took place in an ordinary apartment building in the Marais district.
The police do not know who the two parties in the exchange of fire were and have not yet found out.
During the exchange of fire, both sides used pistols, assault rifles, as well as explosive bombs, grenades and other weapons and equipment, and the fighting was very fierce.
Paris police found one to two hundred bullet casings and three bodies at the scene of the exchange of fire.
Two were in an apartment inside the building and another body was in a hallway outside.
It can be seen from the TV pictures that the apartment and corridor have been riddled with holes and completely transformed into a Syrian-style decoration.
Looking at the picture on the TV, a smile quickly flashed in Xiao Ran's eyes.
He had basically guessed who those guys who were randomly shot into pieces were.
Elaine and Fang Yufei, who were also watching the news, were both frightened and regretful.
"I didn't expect that the Marais District would be so chaotic, and such a fierce gun battle would break out. There will probably be a martial law search tomorrow."
"We still want to go shopping in the Marais district tomorrow, but it's definitely out of the question now."
Xiao Ran looked at them, then smiled and said:
"If you can't go shopping in the Marais, then go to the Champs Elysées. There seem to be more luxury stores there."
Elaine shook her head.
“It’s different. The Marais district and the Champs Elysées have different styles, and the shopping experience is also different.”
"The Marais area pays more attention to unique personality, while the Champs Elysées is more popular. I prefer the Marais area"
Following closely, Fang Yufei nodded in agreement.
"The items in the luxury stores on the Champs Elysées can be purchased in stores in other countries and cities. At most, the prices are slightly different."
"Many of the items in some boutiques in the Marais are unique. Even if there are the same products, the quantity is very small, so we want to go shopping in the Marais."
Hearing this, Xiao Ran shook his head slightly.
"I really don't understand why you women are so keen on luxury goods and want unique things. You are just afraid of matching others' clothes. Isn't it enough to dress beautifully and comfortably?"
Before he finished speaking, the two beauties gave him a blank look.
"I have the nerve to say that you are not the same. Otherwise, why would you be wearing a custom-made suit and leather shoes? Why are you wearing an antique watch?"
"Especially when it comes to collecting antique art, I wish every piece of antique art in my hands was unique..."
While talking, Xiao Ran's cell phone suddenly rang.
He picked up the phone and glanced at Laixian, then stood up and walked to the study.
After entering the study room, he answered the phone.
The next moment, the voice of the French presidential envoy came over.
"Good evening, Sean, I didn't disturb you, did I?"
"Good evening, Mr. Special Envoy, what's the matter with you?"
Xiao Ran said with a smile.
The French guy on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:
"Sean, I wonder if you know about the tragic gun battle that took place in the Marais this evening?"
"In this shootout, a total of three Eastern Europeans were killed. According to police speculation, they should be Poles."
"Someone on the other side of the exchange of fire should also have been injured, but those guys fled the scene. The police are investigating."
Hearing this, a smile immediately appeared on Xiao Ran's face.
At this time, he already understood why the French presidential envoy called him.
The next moment, he smiled and said:
"What a coincidence, Mr. Special Envoy, we just saw relevant news reports on French TV."
"Judging from the live footage, the gun battle was indeed quite tragic. The scene of the exchange of fire was riddled with holes, just like the Syrian battlefield."
Hearing what he said, the French presidential envoy on the other end of the phone suddenly started breathing much heavier.
After a pause, this guy continued:
"Mr. Sean, since this morning, there have been several shooting incidents targeting Poles in Paris. Nearly ten Poles have been shot dead one after another."
"The Polish Embassy in France has protested to us, asking the French police to take action to protect the personal safety of Poles in France and to track down those cold-blooded killers."
"We don't know whether this series of shootings and assassinations is related to you or whether it is related to the events that happened yesterday, but I think it is still necessary to remind you."
"This is Paris, not Syria. No matter what grievances you have with the Poles or how deep your hatred is, you cannot treat Paris as a battlefield and launch vendettas wantonly..."
Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Ran interrupted him coldly.
"Mr. Special Envoy, I can tell you very clearly that the series of shooting incidents that occurred today have nothing to do with us, including the gun battle in the evening."
"My whereabouts today are very clear. I will discuss the deal with you in the morning, go to St. Michel Boulevard to explore the treasures in the afternoon, and never go out again after returning to the hotel."
"The same goes for my armed security personnel. This can be easily checked. Therefore, today's series of shootings have nothing to do with us."
"I don't know who these mysterious gunmen are and why they targeted the Poles. Maybe they have deep grudges with the Poles and that's why they are so ruthless."
The French presidential envoy was silent for a moment, and then said in a deep voice:
"These things are not your best, Sean. I'm just sending you a message. It's a warning!"
"No one can turn Paris into a battlefield, and we will never tolerate such lawless behavior."
The next moment, Xiao Ran said coldly:
"I heard it very clearly, Mr. Special Envoy, one thing I must declare is that no matter when the time comes, we will never give up our right to self-defense."
Not enough words to speculate!
After chatting for a few words, the French presidential envoy hung up the phone on his own initiative.
Xiao Ran immediately left the study, as if nothing was wrong, and went to the living room to continue watching TV and chatting with Elaine and the others.
At the same time, in an office at the Elysée Palace.
The French presidential envoy who had just made a phone call was cursing angrily.
"Damn bastard! I'm sure those Poles who died today were definitely assassinated by that bastard Sean."
"He is retaliating, but this is Paris, not fucking Syria. No one can turn Paris into a battlefield."
While he was talking, a subordinate suddenly knocked on the door and walked in, and then whispered:
"There is news from the police station that all the evidence of today's series of assassinations and shootings has just been taken away by several guys from the intelligence department, leaving nothing behind."
"I went to the police station with several agents. It is said that there were two Americans who looked domineering. They were most likely CIA agents, and they were the ones who wanted the evidence."
Hearing this, the French presidential envoy was completely dumbfounded.
"Ah! CIA agent? How is this possible?"
"Are those killers all CIA agents? Is that bastard Sean using CIA agents to take revenge?"
Streets of Marais district in Paris
