Ten minutes later, Luke told everything he knew. Brian was very familiar with Paris and he was going to Brooke Mansion to save his daughter. Owen took the guy who was about to collapse and went straight to the club to save Amanda. As for the rest
Man, Brian will not be left alive, and neither will Owen.
Brian casually beat that Luke to death. When he came out of the small room, Toby's screams were heard. Owen knew that it was Brian who closed the electric switch before leaving, and that Toby was about to be electrocuted alive.
At the intersection, Brian stopped a taxi and put Cynthia into the taxi. He took out the Security Bureau ID and showed it to the driver, and then handed the driver a note: "Send her to this place.
Tell the boss it was sent by a 'judge'. This is a matter of national security. Don't make mistakes. I've remembered your license plate number. If anything goes wrong, you can just wait to go to jail."
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paris police headquarters
Damien was getting ready to get off work when he received a call from his superior Ken, asking him to bring people to the high-end club in Pasadeen. The reason was that he had received intelligence that terrorists might attack here.
Damien reluctantly sounded the alarm, and GIPN gathered urgently. Three minutes later, the fully armed GIPN team members gathered in front of the assault vehicle. Damien gave the order and everyone set off.
At the same time, in the Albanian territory, spectators at various nightclubs received calls from Horpas one after another. They hurriedly brought their younger brothers, carried various long and short weapons, and drove various vehicles while shouting.
Rush in the direction of Pasadeen.
This night is destined to be uneventful.
…
Near the Pasadeen Angels Club, Irving parked his car some distance away from the club. After asking about the situation, he slit the throat of the guy who was leading the way. Yes, he never thought about sparing this guy's life and hurting him.
Amanda's people must die.
At the back door, Owen saw several guards from a distance. There were also a few guys standing nearby who didn't know what they were doing, smoking and talking on the phone. Owen quietly avoided it and walked to the side.
Through the torture just now, he already knew that their whereabouts were exposed, but he didn't know that the guy who called at the back door just now was his big enemy Mark, but even if he knew, it wouldn't matter. The most important thing now is to find Aman first.
Damn, nothing else matters.
There was no power grid or anything on the fence. He found a place to climb over the fence, and there was a flat lawn inside.
Owen tiptoed across the lawn, and then climbed to the third floor along the drainage pipe. The club has four floors in total. He had carefully observed just now that the part below the third floor should not be the business area, so he decided to start searching directly from the third floor.
Owen's luck was not good. As soon as he got through the window, the door was opened, and a guard with a headset on his ear walked in.
The guard had just come in and was stunned when he saw Owen lying at the window. Then when he was about to shout, Owen's gun went off.
Puff puff
Owen decisively shot and killed the opponent. The drink bottle in front of the muzzle acted as a silencer. The gunshot was controlled within a certain range and did not alert others.
Owen took a few steps up and dragged the guard's body into the house. After checking that no one was outside, he gently closed the door.
After scanning the room, Owen hid the body on the balcony. When he closed the balcony door and came out again, he had changed into a guard's black suit and had an extra pair of headphones on his ears.
With the cover of his identity, Owen's inspection became much easier. He quickly inspected most of the third floor, and no one doubted his identity. Occasionally, when he met other guards, he pretended to be listening to the information in the headset.
I just pretended to reply with a few words and got confused.
Opening a room again, Owen saw a guard inside, also wearing a black suit, sitting on the sofa drinking coffee. He pretended to be in the wrong room, looked around the room in surprise, and then looked at the house number.
, then he apologized and wanted to close the door and leave, but before he could close the door, the other party stopped him.
"Wait, who are you?"
"Oh, I'm new here, my name is Jamie."
The other party was holding a coffee cup in his hand, probably hiding here for a while, but at this moment he was looking at Owen with a frown. Owen walked into the room again. Since the other party was already suspicious, it was best to kill him. Owen closed the door behind his back to avoid alerting others.
"Jamie? Why don't I know you? Who is your captain?" the man in the suit asked reluctantly.
"My captain is...Kevin."
Owen was talking nonsense, but he was inadvertently approaching the man in black. This guy spoke like a little boss, so he probably wouldn't be able to fool him.
"Kevin? That's Kevin again? Wait, why is there Andrew's nameplate on your clothes?"
The man in the suit saw clearly the identity plate pinned to Owen's collar, and his expression immediately changed. But it was too late, Owen was already close enough.
Just when the man in the suit wanted to react, Irving had already cut his throat with his palm. The man in the suit was suddenly attacked, and a coughing sound came from his throat. Irving ignored him and walked up behind him and hugged his face with both hands.
With a twist of his head, the man in the suit's neck made a crisp sound of cartilage breaking, and he fell softly to the ground.
Looking at the body on the ground, Owen waved his hands, dragged his feet and dragged the body behind the sofa to hide it. He was already very skilled at doing this.
Man, don't blame me. If you want to blame me, I can only blame you for so many things.
Owen tidied up his appearance. As soon as he walked to the door and was about to go out, he heard footsteps coming from outside. Owen ducked and hid behind the coat rack. Just as he was hiding, the door of the room was pushed open, and then someone left.
Come in.
The person who came in walked very softly. Owen was hiding behind the coat rack and couldn't see the face of the person who came in, but he could see that the person was wearing waiter's clothes, a white shirt, and a black vest. Judging from the lines, he should be a woman.
Owen didn't have such a murderous intention towards the woman, so he decided to wait for her to leave, as long as she didn't see the body behind the sofa. If she did, he would kill her...forget it, just knock her out.
But Owen's luck seemed to be particularly bad today. After the waitress entered the room, she walked straight to the back of the sofa. Owen secretly cried out that he was unlucky. It seemed that he was in trouble. When the waitress passed by the coat rack, he suddenly jumped out.
I wanted to knock her out from behind.
But what he didn't expect was that he had just rushed behind the waitress and before he could take action, the waitress turned around as if she had eyes in her back, and swung her long legs towards Irving behind her like a whip. Irving hurriedly
He only had time to protect his chest with his hands before being kicked back a few steps by the long legs.
This was definitely not an ordinary waiter. Owen made a judgment in an instant. This kind of leg strength and reaction could not be achieved by someone who had not trained for a long time.
Owen was pushed back. He was originally afraid that the waitress would take the opportunity to shout and attract other people. Unexpectedly, the waitress was as quiet as a kitten. Instead of retreating, she advanced and chased Owen.