While visiting Notre Dame de Paris, Xu Chuan received news of the death of Michael Mason.
He scratched his hair. To be honest, he didn't know what the plot was, but he knew about Heimdall.
Since this guy exists, then this is probably the plot of a certain movie.
And the thief is probably a plot character.
According to his experience as a screenwriter, combined with everything happening so far, if this was a movie, then this character should be the key to the plot.
But why is he dead now?
Forget it, he often encounters situations where the plot collapses. This is the first time he knows how many times.
It took Young Master Xu less than a second to think about it.
"We have enough manpower. There is not much danger here. Leave two people to follow me, and the others will go check on this Lafite Bertrand."
Xu Chuan found Fiennes and asked him to reassign tasks to others.
A bunch of people hang around outside every day with nothing to do. Not to mention that Xu Chuan looks annoyed, these people are actually quite annoying.
Xu Chuan really spent a lot of effort to persuade Fiennes.
It wasn't until Xu Chuan finally promised that he would never throw away his bodyguards again that Fiennes agreed to have someone investigate.
Damn, those who didn’t know better thought the other party was the boss.
Of course, relying on them alone would still be a bit conspicuous, so Xu Chuan contacted Casper directly.
The people under this guy are all strangers, so they can be of help.
Xu Chuan hid aside and called Casper.
"Oh, I told Durand before that you would definitely not let those people go, and I actually got it right."
Xu Chuan didn't pay attention to the other party's teasing, "I don't know what these people are planning yet, but looking at it now, it seems like it's not a trivial matter."
"Then what do you think?"
Cusper heard the implication of the other party's words, that is, the bigger the matter, the greater the interests involved.
"Idea? Don't they want to make it bigger? Then let's make it bigger."
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"Michael Mason is dead?"
In the CIA intelligence station, Tom Ludy threw away the ballpoint pen in his hand when he heard the news.
Sean Blair really messed things up.
Sean Blair was also very depressed about this incident. He almost watched the other party die in front of him.
"They killed an American citizen and this matter cannot be left alone."
"So what do you want, Karen has been warned by the French side, and she is helping you withstand all the pressure."
Of course Sean Blair knows this, but there is nothing he can do about it. They have already intervened in this matter, and it may become a big trouble if it is not resolved.
"But you should also understand that we cannot watch them frame the mastermind of the bombing on an American."
Tom Ludy was silent. What the other party said was correct. It might become a diplomatic incident by then.
By the time the French had all the evidence ready, they would have no chance.
"Then what are you going to do?"
"Find the woman named Zoe. Did you find any clues from that mobile phone?"
The woman Michael Mason stole is the key to all this. If you find her, you will know whether she prepared the bag herself or someone gave it to her.
But now it seems that this incident is definitely not a lone wolf case, and someone is carefully planning something.
"We found in those photos an activist named Lou Duris, in the Clichy district."
"Okay, I'll go find him now."
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"The police shot dead the suspect in the first bombing. It was said that the American named Michael Mason planned to resist arrest..."
The news of Michael Mason's death was immediately broadcast on television.
It seems that the French are really planning to pour dirty water on this unlucky guy.
But the matter did not resolve. The website updated the video again. A guy wearing a mask shouted loudly that Mason did not die in vain. It is time to let these people know that we are not afraid of them.
With the background music of People's Song, this guy was shouting hysterically.
At this time, it was not just the immigrants who took to the streets, but also many ordinary citizens who sympathized with them.
There were those who supported it and those who opposed it. Those who opposed immigration, especially illegal immigration, also took to the streets, and then conflicts broke out between the two sides.
The people in the CIA may be a little greedy. If this is coupled with a fire, they may be able to bring down the current President of France.
However, the security level in Paris has not been improved, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs has not expressed its attitude. It seems that the Paris city government and the Security Bureau can handle the current situation.
The deputy of Security Bureau Director Victor Miguel was reporting the current situation to him.
"Sir, if this continues, we will not have enough manpower."
Victor Miguel nodded and said he understood, "I will report it to the minister. If the situation worsens, he will raise the security level to level five."
But this is what no one wants to see. Cutting off the Internet and imposing a curfew means clearly telling everyone that the situation in Paris is no longer under control.
This will have a very serious impact on France's international image.
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Raffi Bertrand and his team members were celebrating in a small area after killing Michael Mason.
Everyone is dead, whether he is the mastermind or not is not left to others to say.
And for such a thief, no one will stand up for him.
"One more thing, we must find that Zoe. This woman is much more important than the thief."
Raffi Bertrand knew they had more important things to do.
He looked at everyone, "You all know what happened to Pascal. He betrayed us, so everyone can get a bigger share in the future."
This incident made all the team members feel a little depressed again.
"Okay, our goal will be achieved soon. We have sacrificed enough for this city. This is what they owe us."
Everyone dispersed, and Rafite Bertrand glanced at the website used to incite people.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The number of people who have viewed this website now exceeds hundreds of thousands, and even if a small number of them take to the streets, the Paris police will be in a hurry.
They know all the methods and arrangements of the police, and all of these will become ways for them to achieve their goals.
"How's that Zoe check?"
He asked his vice-captain.
"That woman participated in a political activist organization and had a close relationship with a guy named Rue Duris."
"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go talk to him."
If Pascal hadn't let the people go, why would they be so anxious?
However, as soon as Lafite and his people got into the car, they were followed by Qianjida, Casper's personal bodyguard.
"Ha, as expected, you will always encounter interesting things when following this guy."
Chigida sat in the passenger seat, adjusted the seat very far back, and then directly put her legs on the center console in front of her.
This serious violation of traffic laws should be ignored by the driver.
Chigida, who was not even wearing a seat belt, said something in Russian, "Let me see what these лrгyшathnks are doing."
лrгyшathnk is the Russian word for frog, which is Maozi's contemptuous name for the French.
Umbrella's people had also begun to take action. They first used their technical advantages to hack the website that was inciting public sentiment in less than half an hour.
Then they discovered that this thing had almost no firewall, and all the time they wasted was spent guarding against the other party's traps.
In the end, I found out that these people were really bad guys.
The French are such rubbish. What do the Security Bureau do? At this level, there is no way to ban it.
Don't talk about freedom of speech or anything like that, there are a few old capitalist countries who really believe in this.
"Find their server, don't touch the others yet."
Xu Chuan had already finished visiting Notre Dame de Paris, and the group had already walked out of this famous attraction in Paris.
There seem to be far fewer tourists on the streets today than yesterday, obviously due to the current situation in Paris.
Some people are afraid to go out in the hotel, and some have already left Paris for other cities.
From a high place, you can see smoke rising from some parts of the city, as some protesting immigrants set fire to debris and tires.
"If this scene develops further, it will be almost like Fallujah."
Xu Chuan stood on the street and talked to himself.
Of course, this is still far behind. Not to mention the bloodshed in Fallujah, even the G8 summit in Paris a few years ago was not as good as it was.
Except for the two people who stayed to protect him, all his bodyguards had gone to do other things.
"Where's your bodyguard?"
Chen Zi walked over, and Xu Chuan's bodyguards were missing so much. Of course they all noticed.
"I owed wages and they all ran away."
Xu Chuan made a joke.
"Tch, you're just talking nonsense."
Of course the other party didn't believe it.
"Have you decided where to go?"
Everyone else gathered together and were discussing some free time.
With Zhao Yutong as the center and Yuan Minghao as the assistant, Song Qian was pushed to the side.
"They want to go shopping nearby. I want to find a cafe to sit for a while, but I feel like it's not very safe outside now."
Chen Zi is the oldest, and she still wants stability in these uncertain situations.
As for the others, they still plan to wander around in twos and threes.
"Then we won't drive. There is a cafe nearby. Let's meet there in two hours."
Everyone was silent, seeming to be waiting for Xu Chuan to continue.
Xu Chuan spread his hands, "What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
"Well, we thought you would add that if the time passes, you will run back by yourself."
Song Qian stuck out her tongue.
Xu Chuan raised his head and took a deep breath, "Okay, if the time passes, you can run back by yourself."
"Hey, this is right."
Jin Daxi said from the side, "If you don't say this, I will feel weird."
Xu Chuan resisted and did not extend his middle finger.
"roll……"
Song Qian raised her hand, "We want to give out some more pocket money."
They had already given 50 euros per person before. If they went shopping to buy something, it would not be enough.
Xu Chuan hesitated for a moment, nodded and looked at Song Qian and said, "I'll give you another fifty, not even one more point."
Then he looked at Zhao Yutong, "If anyone dares to ask for money, I will kill them."
The look in his eyes made the other person shudder.
As long as this woman doesn't cause trouble, Yuan Minghao, a good-looking guy, can't afford to make trouble.
After that, everyone took the money and went shopping happily.
Chen Zi, Song Qian and Xu Chuan were the only three people left in the cafe.
"Wow, I finally have some free time."
Song Qian slowly sat on the chair. Her previous waist injury had not fully healed, and she was asked to be a tour guide in Paris, so she couldn't rest at all.
Xu Chuan sat at the table, took out his tactical terminal and started sending and receiving messages.
Things are progressing quite smoothly. Casper's people have found the Raffi Bertrand, who seems to be heading to the Clichy area.
And that CIA Haierdam has not found any trace of him yet.
However, the Paris police seemed to have photographed him before when they shot the thief dead.
This guy is quite vigilant and has been avoiding surveillance. Umbrella's information was accidentally obtained on Twitter.
Someone took a photo at the scene and uploaded it to the Twitter account, and found Heimdall from the photo.
After that, the trace of this person was lost.
Did he return to the CIA station or continue to pursue the matter?
Xu Chuan thinks it should be the latter, because this person doesn't look like a character who would give up easily.
"This is what you said in the interview, the prototype of the UC phone?"
Song Qian looked at the tactical terminal in Xu Chuan's hand and asked curiously.
Xu Chuan raised his head and glanced at the other party, then nodded, picked it up and showed it to the other party.
The screen was full of encrypted data and various graphics. Xu Chuan didn't think this idol who debuted in Nanhan couldn't understand it.
"Except for the appearance, this is already very different from the prototype."
Their tactical terminals have also been upgraded, especially after they got their own satellites, and the overall technology is no longer the same as before.
And the upgrade work is still going on.
Song Qian's eyes were confused. She was really not good at this kind of thing. As for electronic products, even the best UC phone, she just used it to play Angry Birds.
"Ha, by the way, can I ask a question?"
Song Qian's eyes flashed with curiosity.
Xu Chuan nodded and agreed.
"Um, how did you and Gao Wen meet?"
This woman asked a question that even Xu Chuan had not thought of.
Xu Chuan put down the tactical terminal in his hand and looked at the other party, "How do we know each other?"
"What I'm asking is a bit abrupt. If it's inconvenient for you, forget it."
Song Qian looked embarrassed, while Chen Zi on the other side also looked at him curiously with her ears raised.
"It's not inconvenient. I met her in Paris, along with my sister and Dong Qin."
"Ah, no wonder their relationship is so good."
Song Qian seemed a little envious.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, then confirmed that there was no latest news on the tactical terminal and said.
"I know that many people in the entertainment industry are curious about my relationship with Gao Wen. If you want to hear it, I will tell you about it."
The two of them all came together.
Xu Chuan laughed softly, and then slowly talked about what happened back then.
(I won’t repeat it, it’s about two hundred chapters.)
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"So, Gao Wen's first pot of gold was earned with her life."