Chapter 150: Where did the body go (please collect, recommend and vote, please vote monthly)
Chapter 150 Where is the body? (Please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)
Modoc's voice came from the intercom, "A patrol is coming." He was using a drone to monitor the movements of nearby police.
“Everyone speed up and start evacuating according to the pre-planned route, and then gather at the safe house in District 5.”
After the explosion, Sito Riera's men finally pushed out the car blocking the gate under the cover of smoke bombs, but it was already too late.
Several people were separated and drove out with heavy weapons to chase him. Although the possibility of catching up was very low, he still had to give it a try.
"Murad..." Sito looked for Murad among the corpses on the ground and the cars full of bullet holes. He also knew in his heart that this time was very dangerous.
In the end, his people finally found the gangster who had changed beyond recognition through his clothes. A big hole was opened in his face by a bullet, two eyes were squeezed out of the sockets, and all the facial features were no longer in their original positions.
Sito Riera's expression was full of resentment and hatred. He wanted to find the attackers now and kill them in the most brutal way.
"They are Russians,..." said a weak voice from the side. This was one of Murad's bodyguards. "They all speak Russian." He was also the only person in the convoy who survived.
His voice sounded like it was coming from an old bellows. He was shot twice in the lungs. If he was not sent to the hospital, he would not be able to survive for long.
Listening to the sirens in the distance, everyone knew that it was impossible to send him to the hospital now. "Sorry, brother." Sito knelt down and looked at him expressionlessly, "Don't worry, I will take good care of your family. , I will catch those people.”
After saying this, he stood up and pointed the Beretta 92F at the bodyguard. There was a bang and the young bodyguard lay on the ground along the wall.
"Take everyone with you, we have to get out of here before the police arrive." He knew that now was not the time to get entangled in other things. If he didn't hurry up, he might be surrounded by the police and military in Paris.
There have been a lot of major cases in Paris recently. Since an international conference is about to be held, RAID and GIGN are now on standby. Although Province 93 is located in the suburbs of Paris, it is not a truly lawless place.
Within fifteen minutes, the police and security forces arrived at the scene, but by this time the Albanians had shown extraordinary efficiency and had already left and taken away all the bodies.
At the scene, only car wreckage, bloodstains on the ground, and countless bullet casings scattered on the ground were left, leaving the policemen looking at each other in confusion.
Garrett used a ballpoint pen to pick up a 5.45X39mm bullet case from the ground, "I won't be in Iraq."
Amelia Ryder was wearing a bulletproof vest with POLICE printed on it. “It’s so weird, there’s no body.”
"Don't take it too seriously. This is what the higher-ups most want to see." Garrett threw down the bullet casing. Judging from the situation at the scene, everyone knew that at least a dozen people died here, but the bodies had all been moved. gone.
This gives the Paris police a lot of room to operate. There are no bodies. Who dares to say that someone died here, what if someone is filming a movie.
Even if the body appears in other places later, it has nothing to do with this place. It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t matter.
Amelia also understands this truth, "If all gang fights could clean up the scene so cleanly, the politicians above might give the gangs an award."
Complaints are all complaints, but work still needs to be done, including testimonials from the people around, photos of the scene, sampling of blood stains, and the luggage in the house that has not been completely disposed of.
After that, we need to call in the surveillance cameras in the area to search for the passing vehicles. These people are walking in a hurry. They can only pull away all the corpses. It should be difficult to cover up the traces afterwards.
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“Dukhovich, Murad is dead.” Sito Riera, who had moved to another place, made a call.
“What did you say?”, the voice on the other side was as cold as a poisonous snake.
“It could be the Russian mafia, and those who attacked should be Russians.” Sito Riera spoke quickly. He was still misled. Of course, it was possible that he was trying to shirk responsibility.
"This is impossible.", the voice from the other side made Sito feel like there was a snake spitting out messages around his neck.
Sito quickly explained, "Murad came in too hasty this time and might have been noticed. Last month we ambushed their transport team. It is normal for the Russians to come back wanting revenge."
There was silence on the other side for nearly half a minute, which made him think that the mobile phone signal was cut off. "I don't care whether he lives or lives, but the goods have been sent out..."
“I understand, I can guarantee that they will be delivered to Paris on time, but many people in Albania will only obey Murad’s orders.” Sito Riera stood by the window and looked at the police cars on the street outside.
“That’s good, you just need to ensure that the goods arrive in Paris, and I will take care of the rest.” The other party hung up the phone without waiting for his answer.
Sito Riera listened to the busy signal on the phone, stretched out on the chair weakly, and the phone slipped from his hand and fell to the floor.
While he kept cursing the Russians, Xu Chuan and his team had already disposed of the vehicles and equipment, changed cars and drove around Paris twice. After confirming that it was safe, they returned to the safe house in the fifth arrondissement.
“Hey, we’ve lost a lot this time.” Xu Chuan shouted angrily, pulled out a chair, sat on it, and rested his head on the back of the chair.
Nikita, who had changed out of his combat uniform, was wearing tight jeans and a camisole, with his golden proportions of curves clearly on display. He took out a dozen beers from the refrigerator and handed them to Michael.
Xu Chuan had already extended his hand, but when he saw that it was beer and took it back, he became more and more depressed. All in vain.
Originally I wanted to ask him about Zakayev, but this time it was impossible.
Looking around at the few guys enjoying themselves with beers, I was shocked to find that no one was planning to get something to drink for my boss, so I had to stand up and walk to the refrigerator with a slumped face.
Opening the door and looking at the piles of beers inside, I couldn't help but feel angry, "Fuck, who did this?"
Michael touched his girlfriend with his arm and gestured, "Did you only buy beer?" Nikita was responsible for the purchasing here before.
“I forgot that there is one person here who can’t drink.” Nikita drank the beer in his hand first and shrugged, “It’s really strange that a mercenary can’t drink.”
(End of this chapter)