Chapter 144: Go hang him on a street lamp (please collect it, recommend it and vote for it)
Chapter 144 Go hang him on a street lamp (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
"Mr. St. Clair, we now suspect that you are related to several cross-border kidnapping cases." Amelia Ryder, a young Interpol police officer, is showing Patrice St. Clair the red notice issued by Interpol and the French police arrest warrant.
St. Clair is really sweating this time. The goods in the hotel basement have not been sold yet. Everyone here knows him. It is really difficult to break away. "I want to contact my lawyer."
"No problem, this is your right." Amelia put handcuffs on him and let the RAID behind him take him out.
"Emilia, you have to be careful. The Interpol red notice was issued today, and the Paris police signed an arrest warrant in the afternoon. This is so strange." said a man in his forties. Jack Valentine could only give this young female agent one more instruction. He had no law enforcement authority in France.
“I understand.” Although she has less experience, she can still understand the stakes involved.
One of the RAID members came out of the elevator and reported, "There is a situation in the basement."
I swiped the ID card I found from the security guard and the elevator stopped on the first floor. The decoration here is similar to the hotel above, even more luxurious.
Several security personnel and guests here have been controlled by RAID. A team member pushed open a door in the corridor, and Emilia and Valentin walked in.
At the center of the room is a small stage. Surrounding the stage are several cubicles with one-way glass. The people inside are invisible to each other. A secret door in the innermost part has been opened, and two policemen are guarding it.
In the room with the secret door open were several young girls in a state of confusion, wearing only cool bikinis.
Valentin looked at the girl inside, and then looked at the layout of a few cubicles, and then he understood the situation here. The stage in the middle was used to display products, and people in the cubicles could use the equipment inside to directly Place your bid in the auction.
nodded, "It seems that we came at the right time. This information is really accurate."
Outside the hotel, Pike and Xu Chuan got off the car from somewhere else and walked nearby. Among the few people, they were the only two who looked like normal people. It was okay to pretend to be tourists. Anyone else who showed up would be a police officer. The object of focus.
“It seems like nothing will happen to us.” The two of them mingled with the crowd on the roadside and watched St. Clair being taken into a police car by the police.
Xu Chuan touched his chin and said, "Let's go." The two squeezed out of the crowd and walked towards the parking space two blocks away.
“I don’t know if it’s a coincidence or someone has already guessed the purpose of our action.” Pike was a little confused.
Xu Chuan thought for a while, "It's unlikely. I think some high-level government officials who knew about it started to purge, and he was very sure that St. Clair didn't have any black material about him."
“And holding this St. Clair in your hand is still a deterrent to some people, and some people may not be able to sleep.” Smith added.
"Okay, let's drive. Put the equipment back first. If people see the pile of things in the car, it won't be RAID and police cars." Xu Chuan yawned and asked them to go back quickly. You can have a good sleep.
"By the way, let people show all Marco's videos." The human trafficking problem here in Paris is far more than what is seen in front of you. Marco is just one of them. There are more Albanian gangs and Russian mafia hidden in the dark. at.
Killing Marco alone won't solve any problem. Even if he kills his whole family, it will only vent his anger. In a week at most, a new human trafficking network will be rebuilt, and the police and government departments that provide protection to gangs may be purged. It won't take long for new police officers to be dragged into the trap.
For these things, Xu Chuan said that he really can’t control so much. This is a market share of hundreds of billions of dollars every year. Who dares to stand in the way? At most, he would kill every one he encountered. Even if all Umbrella's resources were used to track down these human traffickers, it would be useless?
“Also, throw Marco’s body into Paradise Street.” Returning to his temporary residence in Province 93, Xu Chuan opened a freezer and took out a Haagen-Dazs.
“By the way, you didn’t put the body with my ice cream, did you?” Xu Chuan took a mouthful of ice cream and looked at the people standing together in front of him, looking very neurotic.
“Ha, the other freezer is broken...” Curtis rubbed his bald head and smiled a little awkwardly.
Xu Chuan opened the freezer again, removed the ice cream on top, lifted up the cardboard in the middle, and underneath was a black body bag.
Putting the things back and closing the freezer door, Xu Chuan looked at the half-eaten Haagen-Dazs speechlessly and extended his **** to several people, "Bichi."
Adhering to the principle of never wasting anything, Xu Chuan ate the remaining ice cream without any care. He had done eating next to a pile of corpses. This was not a big deal at all, but he still wrote this in his little notebook. A few idiots made a mark.
“Then pick one of you and hang the thing in the freezer on the street lamp on Paradise Street in a more conspicuous position.” Xu Chuan pointed at the three Curtiss in front of him with the spoon in his hand.
“Ha, boss, don’t imitate those old fools.” Albert made a bitter look on his face and complained about this boss who didn’t learn well.
"How can it be called disorderly learning? I think this method is very good. I have wanted to try it for a long time. It can also stimulate Marco's father. No one should be able to watch his own son being hung on a street lamp."
Xu thought for a while, "Also, I have wanted to ask for a long time, what does this family named Hoxha have to do with Enver Hoxha?"
Several people looked at each other and said in unison, "Who is Enver Hoxha?"
“Tch, illiterate.” Xu Chuan looked at several people with contempt and understood that asking these people would be in vain.
Enver Hoxha is the former leader of Albania and the first secretary of the Albanian Party of Labor. He is a very complicated person. Under his leadership, Albania can be called Uganda in the North and Gambia in Eastern Europe. 'Hey, forget it, this is not important. thing. ’, Xu Chuan thought and put this problem behind him.
Tropoje, Albania, Murad Hoxha is watching the new video on the Foragirl website, which is a half-hour edited interrogation video.
The protagonist is of course his son, "Murad, it's better to stop looking." Sito Riera held his old friend's shoulders, trying to get his eyes away from the computer screen.
Riera could feel Murad's body shaking slightly, "No, I want to finish it."
There is another chapter later, it’s on the shelf, let me express it.
(End of this chapter)