Chapter 143: I was almost blocked (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
Chapter 143 was almost blocked (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
This answer made John Smith, who was very wealthy, couldn't help but be shocked. Xu Chuan covered his cup with his hand to prevent the old guy's saliva from spraying in.
Xu Chuan shook his head, "If I guessed correctly, you should really thank Zakayev. This is a good opportunity for you to clear your identity. If you want to get an amnesty, what better opportunity is there than saving the president's life?" ?”
Smith sat down slowly, "You are right, and there is no way to remind them, no one will believe it, just like Yemen."
Xu Chuan was very pleased that at least this uncle did not immediately think of reminding the governments of various countries. He curled his lips and said, "The only lesson humans have learned from history is that humans will not learn any lessons, and they will not believe it."
"Besides, maybe I thought wrong." But that said, he really didn't want to guess wrong. Ever since he heard the words Victor and Frigatebird, he had already put Umbrella in his account. All available funds were transferred to Europe. The last time such a good short-selling opportunity appeared, Serbia was still called Yugoslavia.
What I'm struggling with now is whether to bring Alan Wayne with me, and there is no reliable trader yet. The funds this time are too large, and after adding leverage, the amount is astronomical, and I will definitely not be able to handle it.
If it were other circumstances, he would ask Alan and his father to introduce him to one, but in this situation, he really couldn't completely trust this Anglo-Saxon.
It is definitely wrong to eat alone, so he has contacted Casper Heikmedia. The more funds for this kind of financial operation, the better. Of course, compared to the entire market, his own funds are only a lot. That's all, it won't be taken seriously at all.
It depends on how far Zakayev can do this time. Whether he is a young model in the club or working in the sea, it depends on him.
Curtis came in from outside the bar and also picked up a bottle of beer, "Boss, we found the Patrice St. Clair."
This name was one of Marco's confessions, and he was mainly responsible for the auctions of high-end goods and personalized goods. Kim originally belonged to the high-end goods category. If Smith hadn't arrived quickly, she would have appeared at the auction.
Although there are not many people with this name in Paris, there are still a few with the same name. It took Swager and others to search for him for a while before they found him.
Greed is the original sin. If this guy runs away immediately after Marco's accident, Xu Chuan and the others really have nothing to do. However, there happens to be an auction here today, and they need to sell some high-end products in their hands.
This club in St. Clair is a membership-based club, and each member has to pay a large membership fee. Several customers have clearly expressed interest in this product. If they breach the contract, it will cause irreparable damage to the club's reputation.
“Take care of your shirt.” St. Clair frowned and looked at the men beside him. He had almost obsessive-compulsive requirements for clothing.
Hunter helplessly adjusted his collar in front of the reflective elevator door. Only the guy next to him could see this tiny wrinkle, and he couldn't help complaining about this obsessive-compulsive disorder in his heart.
“How do we get in?” This is a high-end hotel located on the banks of the Seine River, next to Notre Dame Cathedral. On the opposite side of the road, seven people sat in two cars and looked inside the hotel.
Obviously, this reception is private. There are security guards checking invitations at the door. People who enter are either rich or noble. Guys like me who are plainly dressed will definitely not be able to get in through the front door.
"I brought a bomb made by Williams..." Before Murdoch could finish speaking, the others said almost at the same time, "Shut up."
Xu Chuan lay on the car window and looked at the brightly lit Notre Dame de Paris not far away, which had not yet burned down. He felt a little ironic. If this was a movie, the population auction inside and the glamorous beauties and scenery outside were interspersed. , will definitely become a classic.
Bombs cannot be used. There are too many innocent people here, and something big might happen. "Go to the back door and have a look."
"There's a lot of surveillance here. It's hard to infiltrate without alerting anyone, and most importantly, our identities are too easily exposed." Two cars circled on the nearby road, and Pike watched. The surrounding streets voice their concerns.
He is right. Although the number of surveillance here is not as exaggerated as in China ten years later, it is still at the level of urban centers in developed countries. Without Birkhoff's technical support, it would be difficult to install surveillance equipment on the streets.
“What if we do it while they are transporting goods?” Xu Chuan touched his chin, considering various possibilities.
"The problem is that we don't know their routes. If there are too many routes, we don't have enough manpower, and we have to deal with St. Clair." Smith also has a headache.
This place is close to the city center, there are tourist attractions nearby, and there are many police patrols. This requires that there should not be too much noise during the operation, otherwise it will not be possible to run very far.
“Hey, I’m just making a fuss.” Xu Chuan couldn’t help but say something in his hometown dialect. He wanted to keep things simple this time.
"How about we pretend to be robbers and attack by force." Albert came up with an idea that Xu Chuan liked very much, but it was naturally opposed by others.
“Boss, there seems to be something going on here.” Curtis said something incomprehensible on the intercom. In order not to attract attention, the two cars deliberately stayed far apart.
“Ah, what happened again?” Xu Chuan muttered speechlessly, feeling that he really went out without looking at the almanac this time, so he could only ask Albert to turn around and go back.
More than a dozen police cars have been parked in front of the hotel, and now there are heavily armed special police at the front and back doors and even in the river. "They are from RAID." Swager's voice came on the intercom.
“Why are people from the Ministry of Internal Affairs here?” Smith said confused.
RAID is the French abbreviation of rechercheassistanceinterventiondissuasion, which means search, assistance, intervention, and deterrence in Chinese. It is also called the Black Panther Commando, an elite force affiliated with the Ministry of the Interior.
“Luckily, we didn’t forcefully break in just now, otherwise we would have been blocked in at this time.” Xu Chuan wiped the cold sweat on his head.
Most of the RAID equipment is G36C and Glock 17, and they are all wearing heavy body armor. An unknown number of snipers have been deployed on the building not far away. If they are blocked inside, it will be really troublesome.
"Why are they here?" Xu Chuan and his friends didn't dare park their car nearby. There was a pile of contraband in the car, which would really kill people.
Inside the hotel, Interpol agent Jack Valentine and French Interior Ministry agent Amelia Leder have stopped Patrice St. Clair.
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(End of this chapter)