In a hotel in Paris, Ken threw himself into Brian's arms and couldn't stop crying.
"Kim..."
Brian hugged his daughter tightly and patted her back gently. He was very happy that despite the kidnapping, his daughter was unharmed.
After a long while, Kenm let go of his father.
"Dad, let's go back to Los Angeles instead of coming to Paris..." Kenm sniffed and said.
"Okay." Brian nodded.
"Then let's wait for Amanda to wake up and then go back to Los Angeles together."
Brian looked at Amanda on the bed next to him and frowned slightly. His child had met a bad girl and would not be happy with anyone else.
"Dad, don't blame Amanda, I..., well, it is indeed her fault." Kenm wanted to defend Amanda, but all the faults were indeed caused by Amanda.
If she hadn't revealed the information about the two of them without any bottom line, if she hadn't forced her to go to the apartment instead of staying in Stewart's hotel, then none of this would really have happened.
"Then your friendship with her ends here." Brian said, "Now we can set off back. I'm taking Stewart's private plane. I can take her with me, and I can also give her an intravenous drip."
"Okay, let's leave now." Kem said.
With that said, Ken quickly packed up and Brian made a phone call to get the private plane ready to take off again.
A few hours later, the aircraft inspection was completed, the fuel was filled, and the father and daughter were informed that they were ready to fly.
However, at this moment, Brian's cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Brian, you are in Paris, right? We need your help with something."
Brian: "..."
…
a few hours ago.
Fu Xue Chinese Restaurant.
Cao Gui took a sip of the Erguotou in the cup, picked up a drunken peanut and chewed it slowly. Hmm... it had no taste.
It’s not that these two things are bad, they are all authentic domestic products, the packaging is in Chinese, and they were delivered by the waiter just now.
Cao Gui checked it carefully and made sure that no ingredients were added before eating it with confidence.
But Cao Gui usually eats Erguotou with peanuts with his former roommates. It really doesn’t taste like it by himself.
This restaurant is indeed a bit unusual. In addition to the waiters always trying to feed themselves medicine, the most important thing is that there is no camera here, not only inside the restaurant, but also outside the restaurant.
After exploring these two points, it is basically certain that this restaurant was set up by a group of drug dealers.
It should be used to launder black money, Cao Gui thought. There once was a talented man named Pablo who ran a taxi company with a daily income of one million. Although the taxi company only had three old cars,
It will not affect his future income of millions of dollars.
Regardless of whether others believe it or not, Pablo believed it anyway
When the local government saw this, they couldn't fight or drive them away, so they could only hold their noses and admit it.
"Hey, waiter, how do you say 'egg' in Chinese?" At this time, the familiar bald white man shouted.
Cao Gui's eyes narrowed slightly. If he remembered correctly, this person should be a smelly Langley agent. He, Cao, accidentally got into a certain plot again.
"I'm sorry, sir, I'm not from China. I'm a fourth-generation French-Chinese. I was born in Bristol and I don't speak Chinese." The waiter with tears in his eyes when he met fellow Cao Gui just now replied.
However, the bald white man suddenly grabbed him by the collar, grabbed him and pushed him onto the table, then took out a white Sig Sauer P226 pistol and pressed it against the waiter's head.
"Okay, then let me see if you really can't speak Chinese." The bald white man said with a sinister smile on his face.
"Oh! My God!" The young man who was walking with him, wearing a suit and looking like an official, was startled:
"Hey man, calm down, he's just a waiter, what the f*ck are you doing?"
"Oh? Really?" the bald white man said with a strange smile:
"Then let him order some desserts for me. I want Pakistani-style Chinese desserts! Give it to me now, or I'll kill you!"
Not far away, Cao Gui sighed helplessly. It seemed that he couldn't eat his chicken!
"No...no dessert, only...only fortune cookies..." The waiter trembled all over and replied in a mournful voice:
"And... there's also butter puff pastry, across... the street..."
"No, no, no~~" The bald white man shook his big head:
"I'm going to smell something that will make me feel good. It's in powder form."
Not far away, Cao Gui raised his eyebrows. It was Langli as expected. Although he smelled bad, his eyes were vicious.
"Get the gun out quickly! It's impossible over there!"
Some stilted Chinese was spoken, and another waiter ran out of the back kitchen with a submachine gun, raised the gun and started shooting.
However, the bald white man reacted quickly, lifted the table to cover, raised his gun and pulled the trigger.
Bang bang!
The Chinese man holding the gun fell to the ground instantly.
"Ahhhh——"
"Help, someone is shooting!"
"Run away!"
"..."
As soon as the gunfire rang out, screams broke out in the restaurant, and everyone scrambled and tried their best to escape.
At this time, next to the cashier, the Chinese cashier took out a submachine gun and fired.
However, the bald white man had already dragged Cao Gui's "fellow fellow" behind the pillar, but the bullet hit the pillar, sending fine shards flying.
However, the bald man poked his head from another direction and shot the cashier twice, killing the cashier.
This skill is not bad, Cao Gui's eyes flashed, and he used the table, pillars, and the hostages in his hands as cover, and easily killed two people holding submachine guns.
At this time, another person ran out from the back kitchen, wearing a chef's robe, but still holding a submachine gun in his hand.
The bald man repeated his old trick, ducked back behind the pillar, and shot from another direction, easily knocking down the chef.
Cao Gui shook his head. A group of wastes went up to kill one by one, just like the gourd boy saving his grandfather. They did not take advantage of their numbers and equipment at all.
They're just a bunch of drug dealers, and it's understandable that they're useless.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Another series of gunshots rang out, and the Sig Sauer P226 in the hands of the bald white man flew deftly, and all the people pointed at the gun's muzzle disappeared.
In a short while, four waiters, two chefs, and a cashier were all killed by the bald white man's gun.
The bald white man led the "fellows" to slowly stand up from the ground. There was silence in the noisy restaurant. All the guests had been scared away by the gun battle just now.
Of course, except Cao Gui.
"Are you okay?" the bald white man asked, referring to the young man traveling with him.
The young man's face turned pale and he nodded reluctantly.
The bald white man laughed strangely, grabbed the "fellow fellow" in his hand and shouted:
"Where do you put your stuff?"
"I...I don't know what you are talking about." The fellow replied pitifully.
"Huh? You didn't say anything yet?" The bald white man pointed his gun at the "fellow" face.
Suddenly, the hot gun barrel from the battle instantly burned a small circle on his face.
"Ah——! Spare your life!"
"answer my question!"
"I...I really don't know what you are talking about!"
"Okay, I have a lot of ideas... Huh?" The bald white man was stunned. There was actually another person in the restaurant, and he was Chinese.
"Hey, it turns out we have an accomplice." The bald white man laughed ferociously, then turned the gun and pointed it at Cao Gui's head.
"You're screwed, kid." The bald white man said with a strange smile:
"Oh, by the way, let me ask you a question. In your language, how do you say 'egg'?"
His words were filled with the proud gesture of a victor.
