Chapter 372 The situation is not right, retreat quickly
Trap? Or just the right opportunity?
Tang Chao didn't know. His mind was a little confused now and he had no time to think. He ignored the shouts from behind and left the office. Then he ran out of the accounting office and ran straight to the safe corridor without stopping.
In his previous life, he had wandered around Europe and America for more than ten years. Although he didn't quite understand where the group of people downstairs came from and what their purpose was, at least he recognized the markings on their equipment, DSF, and territorial guardianship.
Bureau, the counterintelligence agency under the French General Administration of the Interior, is also part of the national police, and its nature and functions are roughly equivalent to the FBI in the United States!
What the hell——
The situation is not right, retreat immediately!
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About ten minutes later, it was still the same accounting firm located on the fourteenth floor of an office building on the commercial street.
The clerks who had just been raided were once again faced with a new round of raids. Fortunately, this time it was not as bloody as the last time. Although the extent of the blow could be described as devastating, at least their lives were saved anyway.
- Even if they were given another chance to choose again, they would still rather fall into the hands of the latter and live in jail than die under the gun of the former.
This was roughly the mentality. When faced with the heavily armed police officers, the remaining clerks did not offer any resistance. On the contrary, they were relieved and simply chose to surrender.
This abnormal attitude made the DSF police officers who were waiting for the battle confused and somewhat nervous. To be honest, they were actually forced to take action. The original raid plan was supposed to be in the evening when they were off work, but something happened midway and they were guarding the building.
The police officers below saw the second delivery boy dressed as a cafe clerk... Fortunately, the overall operation went surprisingly smoothly. In just over ten minutes, they completely controlled the situation.
Then, "So, before we came, someone...that guy pretending to be a cafe clerk, had already killed your person in charge?"
The questioner was a burly man who looked like a captain or a commander. He had a frown and a solemn air. As for the person being questioned, it was the bald old man who was in the office just now. He may have an unusual surrender attitude.
Because of my positive attitude, I was not handcuffed like my colleagues who were squatting in the corner. At this time, I was holding a square towel in my hand, wiping the sweat on my forehead and answering all questions.
"Yes, officer. He killed Mr. Buster. The body is over there...well, it has been moved here. This one is it."
All the corpses in the house have indeed been moved out, and they are placed in the open space outside the front desk. There are nine corpses in total, and they have not had time to be put into body bags. A middle-aged man with sunken eyes and a slovenly appearance is squatting next to him to watch them one by one, occasionally taking action.
, with a thoughtful expression. In fact, judging from his appearance, this person does not look like a professional forensic doctor, but the DSF police officers around him turned a blind eye and allowed him to manipulate him.
"Who is that man? Where is he now?"
"I don't know him, maybe Mr. Buster does, but I saw him for the first time today, and he ran away just now... Really, Sheriff, I swear to God, I didn't lie."
"Really?" The commander snorted noncommittally, then suddenly realized something and his expression changed, "Wait a minute, you said he ran away just now... when was it? Be precise!"
The balding old man was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously raised his watch: "Ten minutes, fifteen minutes... less than fifteen minutes, I'm sure!"
"Damn it!" The commander cursed in a low voice and quickly pressed the intercom on his shoulder. "Attention, B2 group downstairs, stop evacuating the crowd, control all exits, and don't let anyone leave!"
"Received, but everyone below the third floor has been evacuated..."
"Then start from now on!" Henhen cut off the call. The big man took a long breath and looked at the sloppy middle-aged man with a somewhat depressed expression. He shook his head, "My fault, Musa. It was my command mistake. That man
He should have run away now..."
"It's a good habit to be brave enough to admit your mistakes, but this time it's obviously not your problem. On the contrary, your command was perfect." He casually took off his white gloves, and the middle-aged man named Musa stood up on his knees, with a flash of light in his sunken eyes.
Silk, like a cheetah looking for its lunch, "The person in question is the person in question. Perhaps, we should call him Mr. Killer?"
"Killer?"
"Yes, you should see these corpses. He fired ten shots in total, taking nine lives, a good hit rate... What's more important is that, except for the one shot in the thigh, this Mr. Buster,
I guess he did it on purpose. He put the remaining nine bullets into the center of the eyebrows of these unlucky guys. Oh, and one of them was shot through the cover. Look, what a terrible marksmanship.
, what extreme efficiency, no waste at all, this is art——"
Speaking of excitement, Moussa couldn't help waving his arms with a strange and excited expression, "Jerami, why are you not excited at all? Aren't these enough to give you some inspiration?"
"Yes, sir, I think we are in big trouble!" The big man nodded honestly, then took a deep breath, pointed at the balding old man, and waved to the team members, "Take him down and use the surveillance video to get a clear portrait of the criminal as soon as possible.
I want to apply for a wanted order from above, level one!"
"Oh, it's not urgent." After being annoyed, Musa didn't care, with a faint smile on his lips, "Before that, maybe we should search this building. Well, the focus is on the fifth to eleventh floors.
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The big man was stunned when he heard the words, and then he suddenly raised his head. Facing the shocked gaze, Musa nodded slightly, but his words were extremely confident. He raised his hand and touched the ground under his feet, "He is still here." It was such a simple sentence without giving any information.
Judging the reason, but after a pause, the big man did not hesitate at all, and immediately pressed the call intercom again.
"Everyone pay attention, everyone pay attention. The operation is not over yet. We are now starting to investigate the inside of the building and clean it layer by layer. The focus is on the seventh to eleventh floors. They are characterized by oriental faces and cafe work clothes... If you find the target's whereabouts, you are not allowed to do anything. It turns out that
Call to the ground, waiting for support, reiterate, waiting for support!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! A few minutes later, in the bathroom on the seventh floor, Tang Chao, dressed in formal clothes, walked out of the cubicle. He washed his hands when passing by the sink, looked up in the mirror and got a haircut.
I smiled and nodded with an employee from an unknown company next to me, received a polite response, and turned around to walk out of the bathroom.
When I passed the fire safety iron gate, my steps were stagnant and I walked by as usual. But I couldn't help but sigh inwardly. It seemed that I couldn't get through, so that would be troublesome...
This is obvious. Although he left the accounting office in time just now, the DSF team had already rushed into the building at that time. The time difference was not enough for him to leave directly. Instead, he could find a way to blend into the crowd and escape. This is also the most classic escape method for killers.
Method, but this has a prerequisite, that is, the other party does not know his existence in advance, otherwise he will fall into a trap.
In fact, DSF did not know. However, Tang Chao did not know this. There was too little information to conduct effective analysis. He did not dare and could not take this bet. The risk was too high. After comprehensive consideration, he temporarily found a
Stay on the floor and watch the changes.
It can be said that there is no problem with Tang Chao's choice. Unfortunately, the other party does not seem to be stupid and did not follow his script... In this case, he can only compile another script.
His eyes passed over the door of an Internet company on the right. Tang Chao straightened his body, unbuttoned the first button of his shirt collar, stepped in, and nodded to the young woman who stood up from behind the front desk to greet him, grinning and showing his standard eight
Smiling with one tooth: "Hello, my name is Vincent. I have a business that I would like to discuss with Manager Vicente."
"Hello, do you have an appointment?"
"No." Tang Chao shook his head regretfully, "I tried it on social networks, but there was no response, so I came here in person today. Can you help me get in touch?"
"Uh, this, according to regulations..."
"Please."
Putting her hands together, maybe it was Tang Chao's charming face and bright smile that was too charming, or maybe it was Tang Chao's implicit business elite aura, but the young woman hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded in agreement, "Okay,
I'll call and ask, but I can't guarantee that he will meet you."
"Thank you, it doesn't matter. It doesn't affect anything, right? At least I was lucky enough to meet a beautiful and kind-hearted lady today."