Once this news was sent, the whole of Paris became more and more chaotic.

But this time it was not just the chaos in Paris.

And that group of RAIDs, they finally realized that their website was being controlled.

Rafi Bertrand was a little confused and frightened, and his people had no idea when this started.

Does this mean that someone already knows their purpose?

The phone in his pocket immediately rang, and there was a furious voice opposite him.

"What the hell are you bastard?"

Rafi Bertrand didn't have the heart to care about the other party's tone, "Boss, this is not what we did. It seems that someone has hacked the website. We have deleted that video. Haven't you guaranteed that this website is absolutely safe?"

The other party was silent for a moment, and then said in a low voice, "Send the last message immediately, let the madmen go where they should go, and then destroy the server immediately."

"Understood."

Hang up the phone, Rafi Bertram immediately asked his subordinates to carry out the final plan.

The last order they issued was to attack the Central Bank of France.

As for whether there will be a real explosion, it is not something they can control, and it doesn't seem to matter if there is.

Now it's an arrow on the string. Even those who have hacked their website want to use them to do something, Rafi Bertrand can't stop this plan.

His men issued the final order, and those small leaders at all levels who were controlled by them would send their goals to their respective developments.

Of course, some people will see this website directly, which is not something they need to care about.

Delete the data on the server, and then pour gasoline on the device and ignite it.

"Tomorrow, we can go abroad to enjoy our life directly."

Although Rafi Bertrand had a hint of gloom in his heart, he was still very confident in his subsequent actions.

After all, his boss is the director of the Security Bureau.

But they seemed to have not noticed that the website that should have disappeared with the server being destroyed was restored in less than ten minutes.

...

The headquarters of the Security Bureau is brightly lit.

Victor Miguel hung up the phone and cursed angrily, saying, "These guys really can't do anything."

They asked them to blow up the building of the ruling bureau, and they blew up the red light district.

He went to silence the woman, but let the woman run away.

Go and catch the thief, and then stab the CIA secret room.

Fortunately, the thief died in the end, and now the website has been hacked.

No wonder we have to cut the funds for RAID, this group of waste.

Fortunately, their plan has come to an end.

Then his phone rang, and Victor Miguel really couldn't imagine who could call him in the middle of the night.

When I answered, I found that opposite was Karen from the CIA intelligence station.

It was 2:30 in the middle of the night. If he hadn't known that the other party was a co-star, he would have thought it was interesting to him.

"Karen, is there anything wrong with it so late?"

The two of them were very familiar with each other and had worked together before the war broke out in Libiya.

"Let's meet in the morning. I have some information here to inform you in person."

Facing this sentence, Victor Miguel was shocked. He was worried that the CIA would have discovered the matter he planned.

But he still asked calmly, "What can't be said on the phone? I'm really busy here."

"We will see you at the old place at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

Karen seemed to have hung up the phone without wanting to talk too much.

This almost made Victor Miguel smash the phone.

Then his office door was knocked and his assistant walked in, "They issued new orders, this time it was the central bank."

It was certainly not surprising that he ordered Rafite Bertrand to do this.

He stood up and said without any turmoil, "I'll go and have a look."

Dozens of intelligence personnel in the command center are monitoring the situation throughout Paris.

Including monitoring systems, traffic, and communications, especially some important nodes, they are within their monitoring range.

One of the monitors shows that website.

Victor Miguel looked at the picture above calmly, and then found that the video that should have been deleted was still on it.

He frowned and complained about Rafi Bertrand's work attitude in his heart.

"Sir, the website is disconnected."

At this time, a technician raised his hand and said, after refreshing again, the website could no longer be opened.

Victor Miguel nodded silently, this would be fine.

"Now who can tell me that many people have seen this information?"

"In the twenty minutes from the news to the disconnection, at least five thousand people flocked to the website."

"Talking the person who can determine the location and identity to the Paris police is still acceptable."

You should know that many people who follow this website are from other places, or even from abroad. If you leave these locals in Paris, there may be about 3,000 people.

But not everyone among these people will go to the streets to protest, which will reduce by half.

"How is the media?"

They are also one of the people who are following this website and have not yet implemented news controls. Of course, these media have already sent the news.

That's not a problem for 5,000 people.

"Superbate all the communications and find out all the inciting militants."

This is why the Security Bureau has not regulated the network, and the whole thing is what they planned.

Use the undercover agents lurking around these radicals to incite these people to clash with the police, so that all these unstable factors can be arrested.

But the French executives did not realize that this matter had been taken advantage of.

Victor Miguel and Rafi Bertrand are actually just small characters in this incident.

Otherwise, how could the two of them make the entire French security department and several major intelligence agencies sit and watch the chaos in Paris?

But during this period, Rafi Bertrand had some of his own ideas, and Victor Miguel also felt that this was a good opportunity to make a big profit.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Strengthen the guards of the central bank, transfer all the police force, and immediately cut off the Internet and arrest people after the crowd gathers."

These are originally planned well and everyone is proceeding in an orderly manner.

Twenty minutes later, a technician said strangely, "Oh, this website seems to be online again."

Victor Miguel immediately turned his head and looked at the webpage that reappeared on the screen, and a huge wave broke out in his heart.

This is impossible...

...

"Tsk, the purpose of these guys is really the bank..."

Xu Chuan, who received the news, touched his chin, "It's so funny."

He still couldn't think of what these people were going to do.

Even if they are RAID taking over the central bank's defense in full, they can't use police cars to blatantly pull money or gold.

That's all in front of everyone.

"France's security department seems to have begun monitoring communications in Paris. You should pay attention to it when talking."

Burkhoff intercepted some information, and after the last message was sent, France seemed to be planning to act seriously.

Sure enough, banks are more important.

"I know, so we've been contacting with encryption devices."

Of course he thought of this situation, and Xu Chuan didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

"Don't you leave Paris and go to Lyon tomorrow? Are you still in the business here?"

Xu Chuan smiled, "It's the same thing whether you can leave tomorrow."

Their original plan was to take the train to Lyon early tomorrow morning, no, now it is early morning, it should be the early morning of this morning, but Xu Chuan thought it was really a big question whether they could set off.

"It doesn't matter. If I can't leave, I will continue to watch the show here."

In Xu Chuan's eyes, whether it is variety shows or chaos here, these two things are no big deal.
To be continued...