Chapter 910 Ambush
After finishing his tasteless breakfast of croissants, soft-boiled eggs and milk, Cassel fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.
This guy spent the whole night thinking hard last night, but still couldn't figure out why he and his daughter were targeted by the secret service or spies.
Jack had read almost all of his works, and the only one that could be related to spies was the one mentioned earlier, a novel that was specially conducted in Langley because the protagonist's background was somewhat involved with the CIA.
At this time, there was a light knock on the door, and Jack went to open the door. Brian, who had gone out in the middle of the night last night, appeared at the door with a violin case on his back and two black sports bags, one large and one small.
"I don't know if this meets your requirements, but this is the best equipment I can get in France."
Jack opened the violin case and saw a disassembled AR assault rifle inside. At first glance, it looked like an SR25, but the details were very different. It was also equipped with a "God Fire" silencer and a 6×48mm scope.
"Uh," he pondered for a moment, and asked uncertainly, "Is this from the British?"
Brian nodded, "L129A1, the British Army's current precision marksman rifle."
The Russian pistol and the British rifle, the American agent and himself, a Chinese soul-crosser, are dealing with a mysterious organization in Paris, France. It is rare to gather all the elements of the five major gangsters.
Jack quickly checked it and was quite satisfied. Although it was not a new gun, it should not have been fired a few times. The rifling was still new and well maintained. Except for the smell of gun oil, there was almost no smell of gunpowder fired. However, he still had to fire a few rounds later to be completely relieved.
"This is the ghillie suit and throat microphone you asked for." Brian handed over the slightly smaller black sports bag.
Jack opened it and saw that there were not only camouflage suits and communicators inside, but he even thoughtfully prepared chocolates and empty mineral water bottles.
It was less than 6 o'clock in the morning. According to their discussion last night, Jack, who was responsible for the lurking sniper, had to ambush at the scene in advance, which meant that he had to find a place to lie still for nearly 10 hours like a real sniper.
Considering that the two sides had no direct contact, there was no need to consider the possibility of changing the location. This was probably the safest way.
"Hasn't the phone rang yet?" Brian's eyes were filled with deep worry.
Jack shook his head helplessly. The anonymous phone given by the mysterious man had been turned on. He even turned on the positioning function, but there was still no movement.
Brian's worry was not without reason. If, as they guessed, the other party was coming for Alexis and Cassel, then Kim would have no value and would become the hostage who could be disposed of at will.
Now they could only hope that the other party would bring the "not so important" Kim when delivering the ransom this time. Of course, it would be better if both girls could appear at the scene, but if only Alexis was there at that time, then Kim would probably be in danger.
"It'll be fine. Have hope." Jack himself felt that such comfort was pale and powerless. He could only hope that Brian and Kim's protagonist halo would be more powerful.
Brian said nothing more and opened another large sports backpack. There were three bulletproof vests on it, and 500 euros were neatly stacked underneath.
Jack picked up one of the bulletproof vests and put it on, and then picked up a stack of euros and flipped through it. It was quite real.
Although the other party gave them most of the day, Chris was not here at the moment, and Jack couldn't turn out 5 million euros in France. It was possible for Cassel and Brian to barely make up.
But they didn't even bring their passports this time. If they wanted to get so much cash from the French bank, the only way was probably to rob a money transporter.
Fortunately, it was basically clear that the other party had other intentions, and they didn't need to worry about whether to pay the money honestly.
Brian, a retired agent, still had some old underground connections in Paris. He not only got Jack guns but also a batch of counterfeit banknotes.
"Keep an eye on that guy." Leaving a word of caution, Jack carried his violin case and sports bag and went out.
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Fontainebleau Palace is one of the largest royal palaces in France. It is located in a forest of 170 square kilometers on the left bank of the Seine River. It has been used as a hunting palace for the King of France since the 12th century. It is about 60 kilometers away from the city of Paris.
The woods outside the Fontainebleau Palace mentioned by the kidnappers on the phone are actually a million miles away from the location of the palace. Jack drove a Renault "twingo" car similar to the old man's car and pretended to be a tourist to drive around the area.
After confirming that there was no one, he pushed the car directly into a small pit on the side of the road, changed into a ghillie suit and went into the forest. Soon, a few inaudible sounds came from the depths of the dense forest, startling a few birds.
At 3:30 pm, a Mercedes X-Class pickup truck appeared at the end of the forest trail. After stopping, two burly men wearing black ski masks got out of the back seat, holding MP5 submachine guns and looking around, and soon returned to the car.
15 minutes later, Brian drove a rented Citroen C5 to the other side of the forest trail, and stopped the car after seeing the Mercedes pickup truck from a distance.
The two cars waited for a while at a distance of 40 to 50 meters. Brian opened the door of the Citroen first, and then Cassel got out of the car nervously holding a large bag of money. The two walked to the front of the car together.
The door of the Mercedes-Benz pickup truck opened again, and this time four guys wearing black ski masks got out, all holding MP5 submachine guns. They walked in groups of two, slightly bent over and cautiously moved towards this side.
Cassel resisted the urge to reach out to press the communicator in his ear, and his lips moved slightly, "This is wrong, where is Alexis?"
"Shut up! Follow the plan." Jack's barely perceptible warning came from the headset, and the voice seemed to roll only in his throat.
"Where is our daughter?" Seeing the four approaching, Cassel threw the purse he was holding on the ground, leaned over to unzip it to reveal the cash inside, and hurriedly retreated to the front of the car and asked loudly.
The four continued to approach without saying a word until they were less than 10 meters away and stopped.
"Are you the only two?" The leader took out two photos, looked at Cassel, and then at Brian, as if he was checking his identity.
Cassel nodded quickly, "Yes, only the two of us."
"Rick Cassel? Who are you?" The leader pointed the gun at Brian.
"Bryan Mills, the father of another girl." Brian's voice became more hoarse, "We have brought the money you asked for. Now we just want to see our daughter."
"Hold your head with both hands and kneel down!" The leading kidnapper tilted his head slightly, and the other two people in the other group walked up to the two with guns, put the guns to the back of Cassel and Brian's heads, and forced them to kneel on the ground.
"We just want our daughter!" Cassel suddenly raised his head and shouted loudly, not knowing where the courage came from.
"Haha, they will meet you in hell!" The leader sneered and nodded slightly to the two people behind Cassel and Brian, signaling them to take action.
The forest seemed to be quiet all of a sudden, and the noisy birdsong seemed to disappear at this moment. A yellowed oak leaf fell from the branch and was instantly smashed by two bullets from nowhere.
There was no gunshot, but with the whistling of bullets tearing through the air, two blood flowers appeared on the heads of the two black hooded men standing behind Cassel and Brian almost at the same time.
Almost at the same time, Brian had already put down his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the "Viper" was already in his palm. With a "bang", he shot down the black hood next to him.
The leader of the kidnappers found himself alone before he could react. Fear just rose in his heart, and he subconsciously wanted to raise the MP5 in his hand, but he saw that Brian's gun was already pointed at him. The next moment, a series of bangs rang out.