Chapter five hundred and ninety-seven people who dare not check
"What did you take?" Victor asked a little frightened, praying silently in his heart that nothing else would happen. Unfortunately, things are often like this. The more you pray, the more the facts are contrary to what you hoped. After taking the photo, at first glance
I saw William wearing a hat and black-rimmed glasses,
"This is, this is", Victor looked at his assistant in disbelief, "God, don't tell me that he is the person I thought he was!"
The assistant shrugged, "Yes, that's him."
"Hell, block this news immediately. If Chief Kellner Bacon knows about it, I might have to go home to retire." Victor angrily threw down the photo and sat down on the office chair, "How could this guy do this?
In Paris, didn’t he stay in New York some time ago?”
"I asked someone to check the immigration information. Three days ago, William Devonshire and a 20-year-old girl named Jesse Barrett arrived in Paris on his private plane and moved into a building at No. 18 Champs Elysées.
"In an independent villa".
"No. 18?" Victor thought for a few seconds and asked, "I remember that villa is not the house of Marco Cans, the chairman of the Cans Group? How could that stingy old man sell a house in such a good location to William -
Devon Hill?”
The assistant asked unexpectedly, "You don't know?" Seeing his boss's confused look, the assistant explained, "Marco Cans's deceased wife was the sister of the Grand Duke of Devon, and the relationship between the Grand Duke of Devon and William Devon Hill was
, I don’t need to say it anymore.”
"Damn relatives, these upper-class people can easily have a lot of relatives." After hearing this, Victor shook his head helplessly, picked up the Christmas photo and said, "Then who is this guy?"
"I don't know," the assistant shook his head and said, "I checked our database and found no information about this bald man. However, after the guys conducted an on-site investigation and combined it with the surveillance video footage,
We suspect that this guy probably went to Morris Square to communicate with the intelligence dealer Ricks who was killed on the spot."
After speaking, the assistant turned on the TV and put a CD into the player.
Looking at the two handbags and teddy bears of similar styles, Victor yelled in his heart, "What the hell!" Such a coincidence could happen. He helplessly looked at Michael Mason's photo and said, "Except for William Devonshire's
Everything else will be reported to C1a to see what they can find out."
"Understood", the assistant nodded and walked out of the office.
Half an hour later, in the c1a office building in Paris, Director Karen Decker, who received the news, quickly walked into the control room, clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and put a picture of Christmas and Michael Mason with a thumbtack
whiteboard nailed to the wall,
"Okay, guys, help me find out what these two guys are called, where they live, and what they did."
"clear".
It didn’t take much time to find out that Michael Mason was just a pickpocket. The information quickly appeared on the monitor, “Michael Mason, born in Las Vegas, is a con man by profession.
Wanted by four states for fraud, he fled to Paris on a tourist passport 18 months ago and has been working as a pickpocket in Paris ever since."
After listening to the introduction, Karen Dyke couldn't help but shook his head and wondered, "How could such a crooked and pickpocket person become a suicide attacker?"
His subordinates were also a little confused, but the video from the scene showed that Mason detonated the bomb without any coercion. "Who knows what this bastard has been through in eighteen months."
Unable to find the reason for a while, Karen could only put aside the matter of Mason and asked, "What about the identity of the other person?"
"Sorry, boss," a subordinate sitting in front of the computer raised his hand, "this guy's information is classified as confidential. We don't have enough authority. Only people from the headquarters can check it."
"How is that possible?" Karen looked at her subordinates in surprise, "We are a supervisor-level sub-station."
"But we really can't find it," the subordinates shrugged and said helplessly, "Either this guy is one of our own, or he is the subordinate of a very high-ranking member of our allies."
Karen also understood this. Looking at the half-burned information on the monitor that rushed to the explosion point, Karen whispered softly, "Who are you? What kind of intelligence is that information? It's worth ignoring.
Is it necessary to grab even the hidden ones?"
"Boss, look at this, look at this," a subordinate shouted, "This guy showed up on the Champs Elysées."
"How is that possible?" Karen immediately looked towards the caller and immediately recognized the bald Christmas, who was standing in the corner of a villa wall on the Champs Elysées, staring at the street.
Karen thought for a few seconds and then said to a big black man standing not far from her, "Sean, go and arrest this guy secretly." Then he reminded, "There is still a day and a half before the big celebration. At this time, we can
If you don’t use the gun, don’t use the gun.”
"Understood", Sean Burrell nodded and walked out of the office.
A few minutes after Sean left, the C1As, who had been staring at Christmas, noticed that a Rolls-Royce drove up to the gate of the villa.
Christmas immediately walked out of the corner of the villa, knocked on the window of the Rolls-Royce, handed a paper bag to the driver, and turned around to leave.
Seeing this, without Karen's instructions, someone shouted, "fk, tell me who the owner of this villa is?"
Within a few minutes, the information was quickly found. Karen looked at William's photo on the computer monitor in confusion, "What the hell, how could it be this guy?"
Staring at William's photo, Karen didn't know what to do for a moment. After thinking about it, she could only go to the corner and call back to the headquarters to report to her boss.
To Karen's surprise, her boss was very interested in the information, but at the same time reminded Karen not to touch William without conclusive evidence. It was best to secretly arrest Christmas who sent the information.
With orders from her superiors, Karen can't do anything even if she doesn't want to get into trouble. Unfortunately, Christmas is no longer the mercenary he used to be. The civilian clothes he wears are not only bulletproof, but can also effectively slow down 30% of impacts.
This made Sean Burrell, who was fighting Christmas, very passive. He punched Christmas more than a dozen times, but Christmas didn't even frown. But after receiving more than a dozen punches, he could no longer bear it and didn't walk away.
After more than a dozen rounds, Christmas was beaten down and his hands were handcuffed to an iron pipe.
Looking at Sean Burrell's ID, Christmas pulled out a gun and pointed it at Sean's head, angrily saying, "Fuck you, are you a human or a ghost?"
Then he took out his cell phone and took a picture of Sean Burrell's face, and soon Sunday replied, "Retreat."
Christmas, who was covering his ears, was stunned for a moment, put away his gun, held up Sean's collar and said, "Don't hinder me from doing things, otherwise I will kill you directly next time I meet you."
Looking at Christmas leaving, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he was from c1a and kept silent, which meant that he was not an enemy. However, those words about whether he was a human or a ghost made Sean very wary.
Does this mean that the bald man just now suspected that there was a spy on his side?