The same town as before, similar convoys, and the same heavily armed outfits.
Of course, what we are talking about here is not the Lawrence motorcade that has been split into two, but a group of public officials who have arrived belatedly. The fleet is not as large as the former, with only three sports SUVs. In the middle command car, Moussa carried
He pointed his hand at the increasingly fierce snowfall outside the car window. He looked stunned and asked in disbelief, "Are they crazy?"
The commander sitting opposite put down his mobile phone and spread his hands: "I don't know, this is what little Benjamin reported. They have been following the gunmen of the Pacino family. Of course, as we said before, they are just following, and the distance is very far.
The current location is in the wilderness north of Highway 25. Although I didn't see the other party entering the mountain with my own eyes, more than a dozen cars entered and only a few came out... This is obvious, isn't it?"
After a pause, he remembered something and continued, "Oh, it's also worth mentioning that just now, little Benjamin said that he heard an explosion and saw fire in the mountains. It seemed that the movement was not small... To be on the safe side,
Should we notify the local fire department?"
The last sentence was obviously a joke. Musa did not take advantage of it, but blinked twice thoughtfully: "This is already a fire... Well, I seem to smell an opportunity..."
"No, you didn't!" the commander interrupted expressionlessly, "The meteorological station has just issued a severe snowstorm warning, and there are no necessary prerequisites for any action here. You just said that those people are lunatics, I can't
Not crazy. The most important thing is - maybe I need to remind you again that as of now, our operation has not received approval from any party."
"So, what do you want to say?" Moussa raised his eyebrows with a sarcastic tone, "Perhaps it is necessary for me to remind you of your identity as the third member of the Territorial Guardianship Bureau for domestic counter-intelligence, counter-subversion, and counter-terrorism operations.
Captain of the Seventh Action Team, you just let a dozen cars carrying dangerous elements act unscrupulously in the territory under your nose? This is our responsibility! It has nothing to do with whether we get approval!"
"Dangerous elements, do you mean those members of the Pacino family?" The commander looked completely unmoved and simply shook his head, "They are not terrorists, and the Pacino family is not, at least not on our department's blacklist.
On the contrary, the Pacino family owns many properties and is a well-known taxpayer in the country. Vito Pacino himself is a philanthropist who has been frequently reported in the press, and has good personal relationships with many congressmen and politicians..."
"Shit philanthropist!" Moussa interrupted rudely and glared at the commander, "Don't memorize information on me. You know best. He is a scum who makes war fortune and is lying on the national economic bloodline.
of leechworms!”
The commander shrugged: "Unfortunately, it doesn't matter whether it's a leechworm or not. Maybe you can communicate with the minister when you have time to see if he approves the investigation and arrest warrant. Oh, by the way, I heard that the minister and
I also know Mr. Vito."
"Faq!" couldn't help but uttered a curse word, and then Moussa opened his hands in a slightly exaggerated manner, "Then why are we still here? We can go home after get off work!"
"That's not urgent. We need to determine the location of the battlefield and confirm that their firefighting range will not spread and will not involve the safety and life of ordinary people. Of course, the best situation is to ask all of them to leave the country... This is also
Our responsibility."
"..."
Looking at Musa who was leaning back speechlessly, the commander, the big man, did not take advantage of the victory to talk any more and changed the subject: "Speaking of which, the Pacino family caused quite a stir this time. Data shows that most of the gunmen were from
They were transferred overnight from other places, and some even entered the country through special channels. Do you think that ghost... ghost? Can you successfully escape from the mountains? "
"I don't care if he dies! No, it's better to die inside, together with the gunmen of the Pacino family!" Moussa said in a hateful tone, but I can understand that the almost playful escape method of someone in the office building in front was indeed a bit hurt.
People have self-esteem.
"You don't think so, either?" The big commander thought for a while and nodded, "That's right. Even a professional killer with strong individual abilities has little chance of winning when fighting alone. Not to mention the Pacino family.
The gunmen are not rookie recruits. On the contrary, they are basically elite veterans who have experienced actual combat, and their combat effectiveness is basically no worse than that of well-trained mercenaries..."
"That's impossible to say..."
"Um?"
Facing his partner's surprised look, Musa spread his hands and said, "Don't look at me, it's just intuition." After a moment, he looked at the commander who was hesitant to speak, waved his hands and said again, "I know what you want to say, yes, killer.
We are human beings, and we have limits. No matter how professional or specialized we are, a few dozen people may not be able to handle it, but if we put fifty or a hundred in one go, they will definitely pile up to death, and the energy will be consumed to death. So.
If it were another killer, I think I would agree with you. But this ghost..."
After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and shook his head, "He is not an ordinary professional killer, he is the best in the world! Such an existence cannot be simply speculated with common sense... and this blizzard that arrived early should also be among his
Is he calculating? No matter what, it seems that even God is helping him..."
…
Buzzing.
It's strange, why the weather is getting more and more wrong with the weather... In a leeward mountain valley deep in the mountains, Tang Chao, who was carrying a piano case, looked back at the dark sky, shook his head, and looked down at the phone that was vibrating slightly in his palm.
.
Clicking on the screen, there were several photos and text messages sent by the little girl in the Qiuqiu interface. There was also a prompt of 'No answer, click to call back'. It was about five minutes ago. Tang Chao did not receive this call.
The phone call was not intentional or I didn’t notice it because I was running away in a hurry, but the phone didn’t respond at all.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It may be because the signal in the mountains is not good.
It's not a big problem. The little girl often sends messages. In addition to the phone call every day to report that she is safe, she will also share photos of food and scenery or short videos from time to time. Someone didn't come out with her, so the little girl feels that she has a heavy responsibility.
Shoulder, he always carries photographic equipment wherever he goes, which makes him look like he is traveling around Europe with his brother, ha.
The subject of this photo shoot seems to be an old train station. The following text is a complaint from a little girl. She said that the tour group’s original itinerary today was to visit a port town with a lot of history. It is said that the cultural landscape is beautiful, and she has prepared all the guides.
Well, due to the sudden climate change, most of the town's attractions were closed, so they had no choice but to go back early. Now they are waiting in line at the train station, which sounds very regretful.
The last message was to ask if Tang Chao had gone to bed. If he had already rested, there was no need to reply.
After reading Tang Chao, he couldn't help but shake his head and smile. He clicked on the input box and typed some comforting words, but after thinking about it, he deleted them all and found a photo from the photo album of Zhang Ye running back into the bathroom to wash up.
The time difference between France and Lingjiang is about seven hours, and the time now is close to four o'clock, which means it is late at night in China. Usually at this time, unless weather conditions do not allow it, he is almost always running at night... As mentioned before
Yes, in order to prevent the little girl from being investigated, someone took nearly a hundred supporting photos like this in advance.
This is professionalism!
Haha, actually speaking, because of the continuous running for most of the day, he is not far from where the little girl is now. They are all in northern France, and the straight-line distance is only more than a hundred kilometers... Of course, this is not the point.
Normally, Tang Chao wouldn't mind having a good chat, just to help the little girl pass the boring waiting time, but now the situation is special, so he can only post a photo of him getting ready to rest for the time being.
Holding the phone, Tang Chao wanted to wait for a reply from the little girl, but looking at the buffer circle that kept rotating on the screen, he couldn't send the photo. He could only shake his head in silence, and was about to put the phone in his pocket.
The movement of the hand suddenly stagnated, wait, climate change... the attractions are closed...
Huo Ran raised his head and looked again at the gloomy sky, which was almost the same as the evening, and the whistling goose feather snow. Tang Chao blinked inexplicably, and then blinked again. The bad premonition in his heart quickly reached the peak. He took a deep breath of the cold wind and dug out again.
I took out my mobile phone, searched the French weather website, and waited patiently for the network buffering sign to crawl...crawl...
Then, looking at the entire northern France, including the current mountainous area, large swaths of orange or red warning signals suddenly hit the eye, which is extremely eye-catching!
...Calm down!
An illusion, it must be an illusion!
Subconsciously clicked refresh, and Tang Chao looked as if the wind and clouds were changing. The weather forecast he heard from the car radio did not say so. This severe snowstorm would not come until tomorrow night at the earliest. Also
This website, when he noticed that the weather was not quite right in the morning, he came in to check it out, but there was no movement at all. It makes no sense that it would become like this in just a few hours. This is an official and authoritative website, no matter how unprofessional it is, it can't be done
Play like this...play...
After tens of seconds of fluke mental activity, I looked at the refreshed screen interface that was still dark red and dazzling. I paused, put away my phone with an expressionless face, and lifted up the violin case shoulder strap - I am playing NM?!!!
Without looking back, he plunged into the wind and snow.