In the afternoon, it was close to four o'clock. In the corridor on the eighth floor, next to the trash can, after thinking for a long time, Moussa put out the cigarette butt that was almost burning his fingers and cleared his throat.
"Ahem, do it again!"
"This is the fifth time." The commander, who also put out his cigarette butt, did not forget to remind him.
"I know, what's the problem?" Musa half-turned around, looking calm.
The commander shrugged: "I have no problem. You know, I will never doubt your decision. I just want to tell you that about five minutes ago, there was a police car parked downstairs. This was the third one. Of course, the last
The important thing is that a quarter of an hour ago, the Ministry of Interior called me on my personal mobile phone, expressing concern and confusion about our operation..."
He waved his hand to interrupt, "Don't worry about them!"
"I don't want to pay attention to it, but..." before he finished speaking, a rustling electric report came from the shoulder intercom, "Captain, there are people from the Investigation Section of the Ministry of Internal Affairs coming over with signed official documents. We can't stop them... they go upstairs.
Yes, what should I do?”
When the commander heard the sound, he spread his hands and looked at Moussa, who had a gloomy expression on his face. Finally, he punched the iron cover of the trash can with a loud bang, causing soot to rise, and walked towards the fire corridor without looking back.
Nodding in understanding, the commander pressed the call button: "It's okay, let them come up, and notify the brothers to close the team. By the way, they came up in the elevator, right?"
After getting a positive reply, he chased Moussa towards the fire corridor, obviously not wanting to meet the group of people who came up in the elevator. Of course, you can't escape by hiding, and you have to give an explanation, but no matter what time and place it is,
It's better than having an awkward meeting on site...
At the same time, below the office building, avoiding the sight of several police cars with double flashers, a group of several people arrived, and two ordinary cars were also covered in dust. The person sitting in the passenger seat in the first car was the one who was there in the morning.
The brown-haired young man in the hotel near the Paris airport, Lawrence.
This person's identity on the surface is Vito Pacino's bodyguard, but his actual identity is, well, that is, a bodyguard. Well, his nature is somewhat different from that of a gunman with leather shoes and a black suit.
He is not a member of the popular Pacino family. He was originally a member of the special operations forces of a certain European country. Later, he retired for some reason and became a mercenary, bounty hunter, and occasionally part-time killer, robber, etc. Generally speaking,
He is an extremely outstanding lone wolf.
Don’t be surprised, this is normal. How to solve the problem of resettlement of retired soldiers is a global problem. Let’s just say that in Europe and the United States, Lawrence’s retired life is a typical and ordinary example. Of course, compared to those who lived in gangs after retirement,
For ordinary soldiers sent by the .
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Bodyguards of this nature generally don't work for a long time. It can take three to five years or two or three years at the earliest. As long as you can find an opportunity, such as Lawrence taking the initiative to ask for a job this time, if you do well, you will be entrusted with important tasks.
, transferred to a suitable position in the family to take charge of the job independently.
It's a bit similar to a normal company reserve cadre.
Lawrence stayed with Vito for three years. This time was neither long nor short, but he felt it was time to make plans for his future life, so he chose this opportunity. He thought it would go smoothly, but the actual situation
It went really well, and he successfully tracked down the perpetrators in just half a day. But now with a piece of intelligence information sent from a secret channel, he felt that this matter might be a bit troublesome...
"Boss, I'm sure. The accident happened on the fourteenth floor. DSF was dispatched. Buster and the others are finished." A young gangster who came out of nowhere, wearing a hooded sweatshirt, passed by the car and said in a deliberately lowered voice.
The person he was reporting to was not Lawrence, but the middle-aged man sitting in the back seat, a local person in charge, whose name was introduced when they met just now. Lawrence didn’t remember it, and there was no need to remember it. If he didn’t need the other person to lead the way, he
I don't even plan to get involved with these little characters who don't have much success.
"Damn! I need to report to the family... What do you think?"
"Of course, this is your duty. I just happened to pass by. Please don't worry... Man, do you know the location of the nearby convenience store? Turn left at the intersection, okay, thank you... Oh, no need to help, I can do it.
Go by yourself, just buy a pack of cigarettes."
Nodding to the driver with a smile and putting on his sunglasses, Lawrence simply opened the door and stepped out, showing off his indifferent attitude as an outsider. After walking a few steps along the sidewalk, his peripheral vision passed by the DSF police officers who hurriedly walked out of the office building and seemed to be retreating.
At a certain moment, his eyebrows suddenly raised, then he turned up his collar and turned the corner.
Picked up the phone, dialed, and quickly connected, "Hi, good afternoon, Ross. I'm Lawrence, is the boss here?" Boss is a specific title for Vito. As for Ross, he is the man with the boss in the hotel in the morning.
A middle-aged man with a lawyer's temperament, the latter does have a lawyer's qualification certificate. Of course, his real job is to arrange Vito's schedule, take care of affairs, etc. He is the real family member around the boss.
"We just got on the plane and Vito entered the lounge...what, something happened?" Ross on the other end of the phone was quite sensitive. Of course, he might have received some news in advance.
"No, I just got some interesting news and it has something to do with the boss... Just now, the guy who drove into the police building yesterday destroyed one of our service points... Thank you."
As he spoke, Lawrence walked to the leeward side of an office building. There was a smoking area here. He took out his cigarette case and borrowed a light from a black guy. After thanking him, he walked to a secluded area aside.
"...Oh, you already know about this? That's good, I'll tell you the truth. I found out his identity, and the source of the information is from within DSF. I have some channels there. By the way, I guess DSF still has
We were unable to lock down his identity. It’s understandable that public institutions tend to be slow in doing things, but I do have some guesses... No, it should be said to be the truth, it can’t be wrong!”
"The boss mentioned him some time ago, and I have some impressions. Fortunately, I have a good memory, otherwise I would never have thought of it... Rose, do you still remember Ghost? Yes, it's him, he came to France!"
There was silence on the other end of the phone for a moment, and then, "Wait a moment." After a series of knocks, doors, and vague whispers, Vito's slightly tired voice came, "Ghost...Lawrence, are you sure?"
"I'm sure! I have checked some of his information, including his shooting records, portraits, etc., otherwise I would not have made this call. After all, it is said that he has the top strength in the industry. It would be difficult for me to complete it by myself.
This mission." Holding a cigarette between his arms, Lawrence's attitude was quite frank, or rather a bachelor.
"It's good that you are cautious. Keep this habit, it will benefit you for life. The ghost... is indeed not a problem you can solve. He should belong to O'Connor..." The conversation paused here for a while, seemingly Wei
Asked Ross for some information, Lawrence vaguely heard words such as Southeast Asia and trouble, which were blurry. Then when he called again, it was Ross again.
"Listen, Lawrence, I will make a few phone calls next. Around evening, you will get permission to mobilize certain forces within and outside the family... This is your opportunity, not everyone can get it.
, promise me, handle this task beautifully and don’t let the boss down!”
Lawrence couldn't help being stunned when he heard the words. The cigarette slipped silently from his fingers. Then he took a deep breath in the cold winter wind and suppressed his excitement: "I understand, don't worry, I will take care of him!"
"Very good, waiting for your news."
"Well, by the way, I have another piece of news that I don't know if it's good news... In addition to us, he seems to be being targeted by Moussa of DSF."
"Musa...that hyena that never lets go once it bites?"
"right."
...Half an hour later, at the entrance of the office building, which had returned to calm, after waving goodbye to the heads of the two Internet companies who were enthusiastically sent downstairs, Tang Chao exhaled and walked out of the building.
Naturally, the overall mood was still mostly depressed. It was just a stronghold and could be taken away easily. As a result, I accidentally ran into the DSF force who also carried out a raid today. This was really no one's luck. I went out without looking.
Huang Li. Fortunately, I finally got rid of it, although the process was not easy...
Shaking his head, he walked down the steps in front of the door. Suddenly, his eyes subconsciously glanced at a black car diagonally across the street. He blinked and calmly moved away. This damn thing - the corners of Tang Chao's mouth twitched silently several times, standing on the road.
Next to him, he waved decisively to hail a car - he was born in the year of dog, right? Still coming?
"...My mobile phone has been turned off. I have done everything you said. Likewise, you must listen to what I say! We are squatting here now just to verify your conjecture. It has nothing to do with anything else. No matter whether there is anything else later,
You are not allowed to take any action against anything you find! Pay attention, it’s anything! You said it yourself, he is an extremely professional killer, and his shooting skills are frighteningly accurate. It doesn’t matter if you are single, I have a wife and children, you...Fake
!Are you even listening to me?"
"You say it, you say it, I'm listening, hey, look, there's an oriental face coming out..."
The two people in the black car are naturally Musa and the commander. This is not a return. In fact, they have not left at all. They just changed into civilian clothes and asked the troops to withdraw and leave secretly.
Leave some manpower outside the exits at the front and back of the building, waiting for help.
Turning his head and looking through the car window, the commander quickly pulled back his gaze. His face was not very good. This is for sure. With such a partner who seems to be in the late stages of obsessive-compulsive disorder, no one would be in a better mood. "
Don't change the subject. Isn't that the person who talked to you in the elevator to make sure it was okay? Where did I just say..."
"Look again, maybe I saw it wrong at the time... Okay, okay, it's all up to you, right? The car key is not in your hand. If you don't unlock it, I can't open the door." Moussa
He raised his head high in a gesture of surrender, but his eyes never left the door of the building.
"That's true... no! Am I talking about the car key issue..."
Let’s not talk about the debate here, just say that more than half an hour has passed, the sun has set, and twilight is gradually forming. The door of the office building gradually becomes lively. It is the time to get off work, and male and female company employees are walking out one after another.
The two people in the car didn't care to argue anymore. They picked up the intercom to remind the other team members to pay attention. Their eyes were firmly fixed on the door of the building and they scanned back and forth. Then, they saw an ambulance with a shrill siren.
Suddenly, they drove into the venue and reached the steps in front of the building. Immediately, a group of people quickly ran out of the building carrying something, waving constantly, and looking somewhat panicked from a distance...
Something went wrong and there was a demon. After the two were stunned for a moment, they looked at each other.
"get off!"
"No! You have to listen to me this time!" The commander, the big man, pressed the call button, "Mike, there's something going on at the main entrance of the building, come quickly..." Before he finished speaking, there was a bang, a crash next to his ears, and he turned his head in surprise.
, subconsciously reached out to grab it, but failed. Musa, who was sitting in the passenger seat, had already rolled out of the car, stood up, shook off the glass shards on the floor, and ran across the street towards the building.
"Fake——"
When the commander, a big man, rushed to the door of the building and separated to watch the crowd, his brain was buzzing. In his sight, Musa picked up a familiar figure with one hand and pressed it against the side of the ambulance, roaring angrily:
"What did you say! Say it again!"
"The one who was injured... was my manager, he... he woke up on the bathroom ceiling, fell, fell down... Ahem, let me go, who are you..."
"Musa, what are you doing! Let go!" The commander, the big man, turned sideways and knocked his companion away without thinking. He raised his hand to catch the business manager who was about to fall to the ground. At the same time, he turned around and shouted, "Damn it, you want to
Choke him to death?"
"Strangle him to death? Ha, ha ha..." On the floor, Musa, who seemed to have regained his composure, raised his hand and pressed his temple on the side of his head, and suddenly smiled nervously, "I couldn't even see it under my nose, and he just ran away.