After coming out of Charles de Gaulle Airport, the taxi drove directly onto the highway and drove about 20 kilometers southwest, then onto the Ring Road in Paris. After a while, it stopped in front of an apartment building in the 17th arrondissement. down.
Most of the apartments here have two-level access control, but even so, the 17th arrondissement is not a place suitable for tourists. This location is very close to the 18th arrondissement, which is the famous red light district in Paris, next to the more famous 93rd department. , the chaos there is no less chaotic than in Tijuana.
The young man helped the girl take her luggage out of the trunk. It could be seen that the two of them had become completely familiar with each other after this journey.
The girl smiled very happily and stood in front of the gate talking and laughing with Pete.
"We have a party tonight, come with me, I don't have a female companion yet." Peter smiled and invited.
The girl accepted it readily, even a little flattered, "Really, of course."
"It's settled, I'll pick you up when the time comes." Peter also looked very happy.
"By this time, the girls have basically acquiesced that something can happen. Regardless of whether they will fall out later, at least at this time they have tacitly agreed." Parker sat in the back seat and explained to the other three people. The routine of young people.
"Okay, Parker, shut up." John Smith really couldn't listen. He had also learned this social method involving psychology, but it was used to establish relationships with locals behind enemy lines. To be precise, it was used for guerrilla warfare and counter-guerrilla warfare. He never thought it could be used to deceive girls.
"This is much simpler than psychological warfare. Your ex-wife couldn't have been deceived by this method." Albert turned to look at Pike.
Pike was quiet for a moment, stunned for a while, and said through gritted teeth, "To be precise, I was deceived by her in this way."
The air was suddenly quiet, and then several people burst into laughter. "You have times like this too." Albert patted the steering wheel and laughed.
The girl at the door of the apartment had already said goodbye to Peter and walked in. Peter looked at the house number carefully, turned around and took out the phone and dialed, probably to notify his accomplices.
"Pike, you and Murdoch are here to watch, while Albert and I go to the safe house to find some usable equipment." Smith unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car.
"What about the one at the back? Do you want to take him back first and ask for a confession?" Pike also got out of the car and was about to change seats.
"No, don't make the house dirty and difficult to clean. There will be plenty of space and time to chat with them later."
When he opened the trunk, the black man was still lying inside. Smith took out a sedative and gave him another injection.
There are still a few hours before dark, enough time for two people to move. There are Umbrella safe houses in Paris, and there are more than one. Who gives them a boss who likes to buy houses? In the PMC industry, Umbrella is definitely not the largest. The largest, but it must have the most real estate in the world.
There are Umbrella properties in the 5th and 6th arrondissements in the city center, but they don’t contain much military equipment. One is surrounded by universities, and the other is close to the Luxembourg Gardens. The security situation is relatively good in Paris, of course. There are also many police.
Although they believed that the police in Paris were generally not used to maintain law and order, but were used as models for display, there were too many tourists here. Explosives, that would really be regarded as a terrorist organization.
Therefore, there are not a large number of weapons and equipment in these two properties, only a small number of small weapons and some electronic equipment.
Other combat equipment are in two properties in the 15th and 16th districts. This is a traditional wealthy area with good security. You don't have to worry about being unoccupied for a long time or being moved by thieves, and there are not many tourists. Unexpected situations are less likely to occur.
Albert found a smuggling gang in Paris. They specialize in stealing cars from other parts of Europe, modify them and transport them to France for sale. These vehicles are very popular in the underground world.
It didn't take long for a black van to drive back. Smith had already packed several people's equipment, and the two of them quickly put several oversized travel bags into the car.
At this time, the gangsters finally discovered that the black man they were following was missing.
In a yard in the 10th District, "Where did that bastard go?" Marco Hoxha asked his men in confusion.
"Boss, after he called us and told us that he had a target, there was no news." A man with a scar on his right cheek put down the phone and shook his head. The call was obviously not connected.
Marco didn't think this was a big deal. It was just a common thing for these black men to desert while working. Maybe he felt that he had completed his work for the day by finding a target, and now he was in the bed of some woman.
"Make a note for me and don't hire these black people in the future." Marco rubbed his forehead and secretly cursed these idiots who had not accomplished enough.
"That Pete said that there are a lot of people at the target, so it's best to trick people here before taking action."
"Okay, this guy has done well recently. The virgin last time should be able to buy a lot of money." Marco gently rubbed the star and moon tattoos on his right hand with the thumb of his left hand.
Kim was locked in the next room at this time, huddled in the corner crying and trembling. She saw what happened to the girls in the other rooms. Amanda was injected with drugs by those people in front of her. After that, at least there were A dozen men went in and out.
She couldn't imagine what would happen to her, and she didn't dare to think about it. The kidnapper said that because she was a virgin and could be bought for a big price, that's why he wouldn't touch her.
Now she could only remember what her father said, "Concentrate and calm down." At this moment, she regretted not listening to her father's words.
It was already dark, and Paris in the dark showed a completely different style than during the day. The Eiffel Tower in the distance was reflected in a light, and the dark night also covered up many dirty things.
"Sorry." The young man named Pete looked at the stunned girl. Two bearded men opened the car door and dragged her out.
The girl struggled hard, but there was no way she could resist. The two burly men easily covered her mouth and dragged her into a red door on the side of the road.
"It looks like this is it." In the van parked at the corner of the street, Smith knocked on the car behind him to let the people inside get ready.
"Modoc, are you sure you can operate this drone?" Pike asked the lunatic in the carriage, his tone very distrustful.
"Don't worry, I can operate anything that can fly."
