Lafayette waved his hand and looked at Claude with a smile: "Don't worry, you don't have to worry about this at all. The reason why the people of Albany have made such big moves recently is because I asked them to do it. It is precisely because the big shots want to
Come on, we just need to prepare more supplies."
"And our old friends Mr. and Mrs. Shi are about to be promoted to Washington. I have asked Claire to hold a party tomorrow night. You will also come then. Let's entertain our good friends and connect with each other. Then we can imagine how free we are now.
I’m afraid we don’t have much time to get together.”
Like America, Europe also belongs to capitalism, and politics and business are basically not separated.
Grandma Xiang seems to be just a luxury brand, but the identity of the investors behind it is very unusual.
In fact, luxury goods like this can be sold at high prices with exaggerated profits. The fundamental reason is that the final profits flow into the hands of some big shots.
Claude: "Anyway, you should restrain yourself. If this matter is really exposed, I alone cannot solve it."
Claude was persuaded by Lafayette. In fact, the reason why he was able to sit in his current position was because of his relationship with Lafayette.
Claude was a personal participant in the incident reported in South Africa that year about the extraction of perfume from corpse oil.
But someone found him at that time and gave him a meeting gift of one million euros.
Claude hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to give the reporters from the World News team as a meeting gift.
Afterwards, Claude retired from the department, was invited to work in Paris, and gradually reached his current position.
Many times, especially when he was responsible for wiping someone's butt, Claude would always feel guilty, but after so many years, he did not quit.
Lafayette was obviously very familiar with Claude.
So he nodded: "Don't worry, I will tell Murad not to act rashly. Of course, if you can help catch the murderer of his son, then I can convince him more easily."
Claude: "I'll try my best."
Like many times before, Claude wanted to refuse, but in the end he was unable to say it.
There is a freight station in department 93. It is already a peripheral area of Paris. It is close to the airport and most of the residents come from Eastern Europe.
These immigrants will inevitably have conflicts with the black brothers who originally lived here.
Black uncles have always been known for their bad tempers and brains full of muscles.
But the Albanians are not weak either. Due to historical reasons, all the people in this region were once soldiers.
Especially because various socialist countries provided a lot of arms assistance to the Albanians.
According to statistics from some relatively professional organizations, the total population is only about two million, but there are tens of millions of guns in the country.
Because of this special reason, Albanians are well-trained.
In this context, although the black uncles were not afraid of death, in the battle for territory in Province 93, the black uncles were quickly beaten out of their wits by the Albanians in a physical sense.
For this reason, most Albanians regard Paris 93 as their place of residence.
Murad was the leader of the Albanians in Eastern Europe.
Murad is in his early fifties, has a burly figure unique to Eastern Europe, and is very energetic.
On the top floor of a warehouse converted into a residential area.
Murad stood in front of the desk, holding a long leather whip in his hand, looking at the girl opposite who was pale and trembling with fear, with a strange expression on his face.
"Qiu Sha, be good and come here."
When the girl heard his voice, her body trembled with fright. She looked around, and finally she could only look at Murad in despair.
"Please, please let me go, I am also an Albanian, we are compatriots. Ah——"
Before the girl could finish her words, Murad whipped over and hit the girl directly on the shoulder. The thin clothes on the girl's body were instantly torn by the whip, revealing the red and swollen shoulder.
When Murad heard the screams of the other party, his face became even more excited: "Of course, it is precisely because we are compatriots that I have to give you a good physical examination. Be good, and you must cooperate well. Kneel down and call me."
dad."
The girl was already desperate, and tears kept streaming down her eyes. This was completely different from what she thought.
This is completely different from what he said at the time. At that time, Murad personally went to recruit people and said that it was very easy to make money here. One pound can make a lot of bread, enough to feed a family for a week.
And there are a lot of jobs that are not being done. If not everyone is Albanian, they would never even think about these opportunities.
But after getting in the car, Qiu Sha realized that all this was false.
Snapped--
Seeing the girl trembling, Murad couldn't help but whipped her.
Then he started to untie his belt with one hand.
Jingle Bell--
Just when he was about to have some fun, the phone suddenly rang.
"What! Where is my son Marco? You are the police, how can you let people run wild in Paris? I only have one son, damn it! Damn it! These people all deserve to die!"
Murad hung up the phone angrily before he could finish what he said.
Then he looked at the girl fiercely.
"Nissen, we haven't contacted each other for so many years, why don't we even meet once again? Aren't you already retired?"
Claude's ability to act was very strong. After leaving Galeries Lafayette, he immediately contacted the Paris Police Department and quickly obtained some information from the other party.
By coincidence, the police found a driving recorder video from a car at the scene.
At this stage, driving recorders were mainly developed by America and Germany, and the purpose was also to detect speeding violations on some roads.
This video happened to record Neeson leading people out of the tin room.
Seeing Nissen's face, Claude naturally recognized this old friend.
So he immediately obtained Nissen's phone number through other channels, and then called the other party.
Claude's original intention was to have an interview with Nissen, but Nissen rejected Claude's request.
"My daughter was kidnapped in Paris. Can you give me any help with this matter?"
Nissen was very calm.
".I have now transferred to a civilian position. Sorry, I can't be of much help in this matter."
Hearing Nissen's question, Claude was stunned for a moment, and then rejected Nissen's request with some guilt.
He never expected that the reason why Nissen came to Paris to cause trouble was because his daughter was kidnapped.
Nissen: "The Albanians did it."
Claude was surprised after hearing this: "How do you know?"
Neeson: "I'm just retired, not dead."
Claude: "But you can't mess up Paris like this."
Neeson: "If I can rescue Kemi, I will overturn the Eiffel Tower. Listen, Claude, my time is very urgent. I only have less than twenty-four hours to find Kemi. If you still treat me as
If you are a friend, please reveal some information to me."
Nissen is an experienced man, and from some of Claude's words, he guessed that the other party must know something.
Claude: "No, you only have one hour left, Nissen, twenty-four lives, ninety-seven hospitalized, and a small building destroyed. My boss requires your arrest."
Upon hearing Nissen's plea for help, Claude said the opposite.
As time went by, the riots in Paris tonight also attracted everyone's attention, especially when Zhang Pin taught Anna to take her little sister to the hospital to seek help from the media, which further fueled the matter to the point of huge public opinion.
Claude: "But I begged for mercy on your behalf. The final result is that you can no longer stay in Paris and need to return to America immediately. At five o'clock tomorrow morning, you will have a business seat on Boeing's direct flight to Luojishan. I will pay for this out of my own pocket."
Bought for you."
Nissen: "Business class seats are very expensive, right? Claude, is your annual income so high now?"
Nissen's words immediately changed Claude's face.
"Give me a hint, Claude, I have saved your friendship several times."
Neeson glanced at the time and then asked Claude a question.
Claude: "Under normal circumstances, we would investigate the Cartier Hotel."
When Claude answered Nissen's question, he was also looking at his watch.
"Found it, in a motel in Province 91."
At this moment, one of Claude's subordinates not far away raised his hand. As early as when he was on the phone with Nissen, Claude had already asked the technician to locate Nissen's mobile phone.
"Call Murad and tell him that we have found the murderer of his son and let him deal with him."
Claude hardly hesitated. After hanging up the phone with Nissen, he looked at the other person.
As early as more than ten years ago, Claude resigned from Langley in advance, and the relationship between the two parties had ended. Now Neeson came to Paris to cause trouble, and it was Claude's job that was ruined.
If Nissen agreed to leave Claude on the phone, he wouldn't mind giving him a first-class ticket.
The conversation was divided into two parts. After finishing the phone call with Claude, Nissen looked at Claude's wife with a smile: "He has to work overtime today and probably won't come back. I'm very sorry for disturbing your rest. I'll wait for him to be free."
Come find him again."
Yes, Nissen came directly to Claude's home in Paris.
The two have known each other for many years, and Nissen naturally also knew Claude's wife. Even before Claude called, Nissen was already waiting here.
Hearing that Nissen was about to leave, Claude's wife took the initiative to escort him out of the door, but she did not notice that Nissen quietly took Claude's business card when he left.
Leaving Claude's house, Nissen quickly drove to Province 93.
He wore an ID card for himself openly, and then walked towards the two boys who looked like sentries.
"It's so late, what's wrong?"
Nissen's confident appearance made the two younger brothers afraid to act rashly for a while.
Neeson: "I want to see your boss!"
Bearded man: "The boss is not here."
Nissen didn't believe what the bearded man said. It was late at night, so he rushed over after getting the news. If Murad was not here now, where would he be?
Having exchanged intelligence with Zhang Pin before and learning that the Albanians were backed by the police, Nissen suspected that Claude might also be a member of the opponent's team, at least the other party was well aware of the Albanians' actions.
According to Zhang Pin and Claude, Kemi had most likely been sent to the Cartier Hotel at this time.
But Neeson went through so much trouble to perform this scene with Claude because he was actually trying to deal with Murad.
What he said to Marco on the phone before was not a threat.
After learning that the Albanians had kidnapped his daughter, Nissen made the decision to take revenge on him.
Because Zhang Pin helped him deal with Marko, Nissen decided to personally deal with Marko's father, Murad.
Neeson directly took out a business card from Claude's house and handed it over.
The bearded man reached out to take it. After seeing the title of Supervisor Claude, he glanced at Nissen worriedly: "We didn't do anything illegal."
The Paris Security Bureau has great authority, almost equivalent to America's Investigation Bureau.
Most of the Albanians living in Province 93 came here illegally, not through formal channels. One of the powers of the Security Bureau is to repatriate illegal immigrants like them.
Hearing the bearded man's excuse, Nissen took out his cell phone: "I just need to click and more than fifty agents will appear here immediately. You don't have time to pack up and leave, and you also don't have time to deal with those things. Stop playing tricks."
, if you don’t waste my time anymore, be careful and I’ll kill you.”
The bearded man was frightened by Nissen's strong words. He was just a low-level gang member, otherwise he would not be out on guard so late at night, so he was naturally frightened by Nissen's words.
"Our boss is really not here. Just now, he left with a group of gunmen."
It was already past four o'clock in the morning. In fact, if it weren't for Murad suddenly summoning people to make a noise, the bearded man would have secretly gone to sleep by now.
Nissen frowned when he heard what the bearded man said: "Then go find someone who can make the decision and come to see me. Don't tell me that such a big commotion tonight was not caused by you."
Vaguely, Nissen felt that something was wrong, but since he was here, he certainly couldn't leave without doing anything.
"Wait a moment."
This time the bearded man did not hesitate, took his business card and turned directly into the warehouse.
"What are you looking at? Do you know what your boss is doing?"
Nissen stood there and saw that after the bearded man entered, there was a strong man at the door, but he could tell at a glance that there was something wrong with his head, so he asked the man directly questions.
"I don't know either. It seems that someone killed Marco and the boss went to seek revenge on him. Do you know who Marco is? Marco is the boss's son."
The strong man was really a bit stupid. When Nissen asked him a question, he answered stupidly.
Hearing what he said, Nissen felt awe-inspiring in his heart. ()
