Downstairs of the building, Winter chose a direction and quickly disappeared into the darkness. The explosion upstairs attracted everyone's attention, but Winter's appearance of burying his head in his tracks was actually a bit eye-catching, but no one noticed it at this moment.
he.
Through an underground passage, Winter returned to the ground. This was a fountain square. The square was very lively. Many people gathered nearby. Couples sat together and talked about love, while children played and ran around in the open space.
There are also some street performers performing.
Winter blended into the crowd. It seemed that this place was not affected by the explosion over there. Everyone was still going about their business.
Suddenly, there was a trace of confusion in the crowd. Winter noticed this keenly, and the pistol in his arms was pointed in that direction through his clothes.
Then there was a burst of exclamations, or to be precise, exclamations, and Winter could clearly see the situation over there.
Not far from him, a young girl suddenly took off her clothes. Her beautiful body was naked, and she walked wantonly through the crowd. The nearby crowd stopped one after another. The women were amazed, and the men took the opportunity to feast their eyes on it.
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The crowd suddenly became crowded, and everyone rushed in the direction of the beauty. Winter was squeezed away by the crowd, but he also laughed at himself, this damn France, romance is really everywhere, you can encounter such a thing in any square.
Beautiful things.
The beauty doesn't care about the eyes of the people around her. She seems to be happy to show her most beautiful side in front of everyone. Such behavior is shocking even in the romantic city of France.
Winter was not in the mood to join in the fun, and now was not the time to flirt with women, so he quickly left in the other direction.
All kinds of wild bees and butterflies swarmed towards the woman like cats that smelled something fishy, but no one noticed in the crowd that their wallets, mobile phones and other financial items were missing.
…
In the box-type card, Shabaitian's fingers were tapping rapidly on the computer keyboard. As the results of each inquiry were obtained, Shabaitian said casually: "I checked this Will Perkins Materials Laboratory
, this is just a very ordinary private laboratory. Most of its research directions are engineering and construction materials, and it also accepts orders from other companies. I checked its financial, social relations and a series of information, and they are all normal. This is
It is an ordinary small research institution that cannot be more ordinary. The only difference is probably this..."
As Shabaitian said, she turned the screen over for everyone to see. What was displayed on the screen was a news article with the title: 'A new generation of reagents solves the problems of granite construction, and construction is ushering in spring'.
"Last month, this laboratory developed an engineering reagent that can decompose the active ingredients in granite and can largely solve the problem of difficult granite construction. It is said that the test results are perfect, and many construction companies are interested in it.
We have realized the potential of the reagent and are preparing to acquire this laboratory..."
Hearing the information shared by Sha Baitian, Owen found it unbelievable. Engineering reagent? Patented formula? Thinking of Winter copying the information from the computer, could the Syndicate also act as a commercial espionage? But a project that can quickly decompose granite
The reagent is not that attractive, right? It's worth the syndicate's massacre of people and explosions.
Owen felt that there must be something they had overlooked...
…
Under the cover of night, Winter, who was wearing a hood, quickly left the square and entered a remote road. After taking only two steps, he was blocked by people in front and behind him.
"If you're smart enough, I'll take out all the money you have. Hasn't anyone told you not to walk alone at night..."
When Winter heard what the other party said, he suddenly felt relieved. He originally thought that the people blocking him were Owen's group, but he didn't expect that they were just delinquent youths.
The security situation in France has never been very good. Obviously, these were just two gangsters who were planning to make some extra money at night. However, they probably didn't know that the person they were robbing was an out-and-out terrorist.
Puff~~
Winter didn't hesitate at all. He shot the guy opposite him with two shots. Killing him didn't have any psychological burden on him. When the guy behind him saw that Winter had a gun, he turned around and ran away in fright. However, he was shot down without even taking two steps.
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The deaths of the two people did not have any impact on him. Winter put the gun back into the holster under his arm and was about to leave when he suddenly felt something was wrong.
When he inserted the gun, he discovered that the waterproof bag in his pocket was gone. The waterproof bag contained not only his passport, but also the USB disk where the data had been copied, but now they were all gone.
Winter stopped abruptly, and his whole demeanor changed. Who stole something without him knowing? It was definitely not these two gangsters, they didn't even have the hem of their clothes.
When they met, Winter recalled every detail of his escape. The only possibility was that he had come into contact with many people in the crowd when he was in the square just now.
Winter strode back to the square. The thief in the square had already left, and the crowd returned to its previous state. The person who stole his things must have left. Winter even suspected that even the thief had specially arranged it, just to
Cause confusion.
Winter guessed right. In an alley not far from the square, thieves and prostitutes were dividing the stolen goods. This woman who dared to show herself in public was actually a prostitute. What she did was to attract everyone.
People's eyes create conditions for thieves to steal.
The thief opened his backpack and took out his wallet and mobile phone one by one. The money in the wallet was taken out, and then the empty wallet was thrown into a trash can nearby.
The prostitute watched the thief counting the loot with a smile on her face. She lit a cigarette for herself and looked at the increasing number of euros on the ground with satisfaction.
The thief skillfully pulled out the euros and then threw the empty wallet into the trash can. Apparently he had done this kind of thing many times, but next he heard a curse.
"damn it……"
The thief found that there was not a dime in the bag except for a bunch of passports and a USB flash drive.
What a poor guy!
The thief cursed and stuffed the USB flash drive into his pocket. This thing could be sold for some money. Then he opened the passports and was a little surprised.
There are several passports, and they all belong to the same person, but with completely different names.
The thief couldn't figure out what was going on, but he still felt it was a bit unusual. The guy he had stolen from didn't seem to be an ordinary person.
The thief threw all the passports into the trash can. His professional acumen made him think that he might have gotten into something.
"The mobile phone is yours, and I want half of the cash. If you are willing to give me more, I can stay with you for one night..."
A woman's voice came from the side, full of temptation. The woman took a puff of the cigarette and was about to go further. Suddenly she felt a pain in her back. She felt like there was something on her chest. When she lowered her head, she found that there was an extra tip of a knife.
The woman wanted to turn back but couldn't. The pain became stronger and stronger, and then her vision went black and she fell to the ground.
The thief looked at the scene in front of him in shock. A black shadow walked out from behind the woman. Winter pulled out the dagger, with blood still dripping from the tip.
"Where are my things?"
The sound in Winter's throat sounded like the call of hell to the thief. His throat squirmed. After a while, he suppressed his fear and regretted it in his heart, because he had already recognized the man opposite him as the one on the passport.