Transportation System Sky Eye Center.
Relying on his identity as an Interpol, Hobbs easily entered the interior with the green light and met the person in charge of the transportation system.
Each one is 1.9 meters tall, has a big belly, and looks like a fat man.
"Thank you for being able to see me. This won't take you too long. My men were attacked earlier. I want to see the surveillance video inside Waterloo Station and other surrounding areas."
Straightforward and straightforward, this has always been Hobbes's style.
"Who will tell this black giant of Hollywood that access to surveillance requires approval, but not just by opening his mouth."
The fat man in charge put his hands in his pockets and didn't take Hobbes seriously at all.
Putting aside the difference between muscles and fat, the two men are about the same height and weight, and the fat man in charge is indeed worthy of the big man Hobbs.
The female assistant Laili was already prepared, took out a document and handed it over.
The big fat man opened the document and looked at it. It was indeed a certificate issued by the police. Now he had no way to prevaricate, so he could only pretend to turn around and ask: "Terry, pull out all the videos from cameras 58 to 62."
The technician named Terry started working hard, and the keyboard was knocked loudly.
Then he turned around and replied seriously: "These cameras have been turned off today due to maintenance, and there is no way to turn them out."
"You heard it too, I'm sorry." The fat man raised his shoulders and smiled.
"Okay, forget it, thank you for your help."
Hobbes had expected this, and instead of arguing or making noise with the big fat man, he readily extended his hand to shake hands and say goodbye.
The big fat man didn't know there was a scam, and thought he had succeeded, so he held Hobbes' hand proudly.
Hold it up.
He realized something was wrong.
The force coming from Hobbs's hand was obviously not a normal handshake. He wanted to pull his hand out, but found that it didn't move even after pulling it twice.
At this time, Hobbes began to exert force, and the muscles in his hands began to swell.
The big fat man's fingers were squeezed with great force, and a heartbreaking pain swept through his fingers. The proud smile on his face was instantly replaced by pain.
Although it was so painful that he started to sweat, he couldn't cry out for the sake of face, so he could only hold on forcefully.
Hobbs easily crushed a fat man of the same weight, and he still had time to calmly say: "I discovered a very interesting thing. The Interpol National Center also announced the attack recently.
The cameras there were the same as those in the subway station. They also didn’t capture anything. They were also under maintenance.
Don't you think this is strange? Your maintenance time and quiet time are surprisingly synchronized. I suspect there is a traitor among you.
However, I think this is too ridiculous. How can you cooperate with terrorists, right? It's even more impossible for you to be the person in charge, right? "
Hobbs asked several confirming words in succession, and the entire monitoring center heard them clearly.
Sensing the strange atmosphere between the two, no staff member stepped forward to help the person in charge. Instead, they all lowered their heads.
Obviously it was not just the big fat man who was causing trouble, but every member below was involved.
Someone who can bribe the entire surveillance system and get all the government units in London to work for him. I have to say that Sean's methods are quite impressive.
but.
There is a high probability that the rich people are pushing the rules. After all, there is a drug lord named Braga who is not short of money.
The big fat man could still bear the pain in his hands, and it was just a matter of face, but Hobbes suddenly mentioned the traitor and named him as the person in charge.
His heart panicked instantly!
If investigators were really attracted and found out that he had tampered with things inside, it wouldn't be a matter of face, but a matter of going to jail.
He nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, that's ridiculous. There must be some misunderstanding here."
"I want to obtain all of your monitoring signals, all within range, and suggest... to suspend your maintenance work this time, no problem."
Hobbes' momentum was already overwhelming, and he did not forget to lower his fingers to ravage the big fat man again.
More or less with personal emotions!
The big fat man has been completely controlled, and he has completely lost his arrogance and arrogance at the beginning. He nodded crazily and said: "Okay, no problem, I'll do whatever you want."
"Thank you very much for your help."
Hobbes smiled, showing his teeth.
Black people have extremely white teeth!
…
the next day.
A team of Interpol arranged by Hobbs used a small plane to transport Bryan, who had been disguised as a wanted criminal and returned to the United States, to Los Angeles, a large city on the west coast of the United States.
Looking at the familiar scene outside the window, Brian remembered what Long Zhan said before leaving.
"They gave you a false identity. Your name is not Brian. This allows you to do what you need to do, but it only lasts 24 hours.
Fingerprint information will be entered at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, and your true identity will be reported at that time.
So before that, whether you have done what you should do or not, you must leave, and the people I arrange will pick you up from prison.
Hobbes will arrange for Interpol to pick you up at the airport by plane.
The whole process must be carried out strictly, remember! Otherwise, there will be consequences at your own risk! "
"Get up, it's time to get off the plane."
The escort's words rang in his ears, interrupting Brian's memories. He stood up and walked towards the cabin door.
The police chief whom Long Zhan asked Tucker to contact, Royce, came to the airport runway in advance to wait.
As soon as the plane stopped on the runway, Royce drove his car next to the plane. He looked at Brian, who was wearing a prisoner's orange uniform, and immediately grinned.
He couldn't help but joked: "This is such a coincidence. I didn't expect it to be you. My old friend, the orange clothes suit you very well."
Although Royce was the person contacted by Tucker, he and Brian had known each other for a long time.
I was in the police force in Los Angeles.
"I didn't expect to meet you again, and in this way." Brian seemed to remember that time, smiling with a complicated expression.
"You are a wanted criminal and I am a police officer. I think this is good."
Royce took the document handed over by the escort, signed it to indicate that he had accepted it, and then pulled Brian's handcuffs.
As he walked, he said: "Tell me, you have been running around the world, constantly looking for loopholes in the law, but why did you choose to be caught now?"
Luo Yins knew that this time they were cooperating in a scene, but he didn't know the specific reason.
"How about if I give you some of the credit for catching Sean?"
Brian's cake was very fragrant. Luo Yins didn't expect that adding soy sauce would yield such a benefit. He grinned and said, "That would be great."
After opening the car door and putting Brian in, Royce drove him to the prison.
