Chapter 911 I am your father
In order to hide conveniently, the "Viper" in Brian's hand was not equipped with a silencer that would get in the way. The crisp gunshots startled various birds nearby, which flapped their wings and flew into the sky, circling around the treetops.
The battle lasted only a few seconds from the beginning to the end. Cassel followed Brian's instructions in advance and crouched down with his head in his hands when he heard the gunshots.
Every time a gunshot sounded, he shook involuntarily as if he had been shot. It took him a long time to stand up and look behind him.
The bodies of the two masked men behind him were more scary, with tofu brains shattered all over the ground, which frightened the great writer and he turned his head to look forward.
As a result, he found that the one in front of him was similar. Brian shot him in the chin, and the bullet flew out from the top of his head, even the top of his head flew off.
The only one alive was the leader who stood in front of the two people and spoke. Brian had just fired four shots in a row, breaking his limbs. At this time, the other party was rolling on the ground and screaming in pain.
"Is it over?" Cassel looked around in confusion, but could not find Jack.
"Not yet." Brian walked to the body in front of Cassel and stretched his foot to turn it over. He saw a blood hole under the armpit of the body. The bullet passed through the ribs and hit his heart.
He roughly estimated the position of the deceased when he was standing before, and then turned around and pointed the "Viper" in his hand at a pile of bushes beside the path.
"Do you still need me to say please?"
In Cassel's surprised eyes, the bushes that looked a little sparse not far away rustled for a while, and then a small bunch of them suddenly grew taller and turned into a human figure.
"Calm down." A low voice came, "If I wanted you to die, you would already be a corpse."
"That may not be the case. My companions should have found you a long time ago." Brian retorted unceremoniously.
The humanoid bush snorted disdainfully, took off the camouflage net on his body and walked towards the two people. He was holding an early model of the AUG assault rifle with a silencer in his hand, which was the "magic cube rifle" in the old version of CS, also called "mirror" by players.
The setting sun, which had gradually set, cast its afterglow through the leaves in the forest, illuminating a big boiled egg-like head red.
"Frank? Frank Moses? Why is it you?" Jack's puzzled voice came from the other side of the path. Bruce Willis's big bald head was too conspicuous.
Cassel looked left and right, looking a little confused, "Do you know each other?"
Jack shook his wet trouser legs and walked onto the road awkwardly. He stayed motionless on an oak tree for eight or nine hours. The mouth of the mineral water bottle prepared by Brian for him was too small to be used at all. In order to avoid being exposed, he directly solved it on the tree trunk.
There is nothing to be ashamed of. Sniper's job is so disgusting. Professional snipers will change their diet in advance before the mission, and even develop vegetarian habits to reduce the number of excretions, so as to avoid being unable to help but have a big bowel movement during the mission and attract wild animals or patrolling dogs.
"I saw the location of the phone. I was wondering why you stayed here motionless for several hours." Frank looked a little embarrassed.
The doubts in everyone's mind were half solved. It turned out that the mysterious man who tortured Roger Hansen before was this Frank, and he also knew Jack. No wonder he left a mobile phone and a note and pointed it to him.
"Why didn't you call after you left your mobile phone?" Jack was a little confused about what this old CIA was doing.
After being asked by him, Frank was even more embarrassed, and his voice was lowered a lot, "I took the fastest direct flight to Paris, but I didn't expect you to arrive so early in advance"
"The fastest flight you took." Jack was speechless for a while, and felt that the filter was broken. Well, it seems reasonable to think about it.
An old CIA who had been retired for many years rushed from New York to Paris on the premise of concealing his identity. Taking a commercial flight with a fake passport prepared in advance was indeed the fastest way.
"What is going on?" He had a lot of questions that needed to be answered by the other party.
"Clean these up first, and we'll talk about it when we get to a safe place." Frank said as he walked to the kidnapper who was still groaning on the ground and shot him in the head to end his pain. "This guy is useless."
Then he bent down and took out the other's mobile phone from the corpse, took out a number from it and wrote it down, and then shot the phone again, and then picked up the shell on the ground.
On the other side, Brian took out two pre-prepared shovels from the trunk of the Citroen C5 and handed them to Cassel, who was still in a daze, and motioned him to help dig a hole.
The mud in the forest is actually not that easy to dig, because there are too many tree roots and there will be large and small stones. When Jack changed his pants in the car and came out, Cassel, a lazy guy, dug a small hole.
Taking the shovel from him, Jack and Brian worked together and it took half an hour to dig a nearly two-meter-deep pit and buried the four bodies and several weapons.
Jack only fired two shots at the tree, and the shells had been collected by him. Brian also picked up all the shells left by the shots he fired.
At the same time, Frank also threw the Mercedes pickup truck driven by the kidnappers somewhere unknown, and appeared again in a Renault SUV, waving to the three people, "Let's go, I'll take you to a safe place."
Jack drove with him out of the Fontainebleau Forest and back to Paris, finally stopping under an old apartment building.
Walking up the creaking stairs to the attic on the top floor, Frank opened a door and made an invitation gesture to the three of them, "This is one of the safe houses I originally arranged. It is safe for the time being."
The room was full of dust, as if it had been idle for many years, and the air was filled with a musty smell caused by not having the windows opened for a long time.
"What do you want to drink?" Frank took out a bottle of bourbon from the cabinet that had been there for an unknown period of time and was also covered with dust.
"Who is he? Is he also an agent? Do you know who kidnapped my daughter?" Cassel came up with a series of questions.
Although this room seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, it still had water and electricity. Frank washed four glasses and placed them on the table, pouring wine into them with a pretended relaxed expression.
"It doesn't matter. I was just asked to help rescue your daughters. Don't worry, as far as I know, they should be safe now."
"I know you, Frank Moses, one of the best covert ops agents we have ever had, a man who has taken down countless drug lords, terrorists, and even subverted a government.
Even after retirement, you are still labeled as 'red', and it is absolutely impossible for anyone to hire someone like you. "Brian directly exposed someone's background.
"What is a 'red' tag?" Cassel looked at Brian and then at Frank. Seeing that neither of them spoke to him, he looked at Jack again as if asking for help.
"'R·E·D' red, retired, extreme, dangerous."
After explaining, Jack picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and directly expressed his guess,
"They are actually here for you, right? The purpose of kidnapping Sara Elmasri is to make the matter national news or even international news, so as to notify you hiding in Texas in disguise."
Frank's cheeks twitched slightly, and his expression was a bit struggling, "I said it's not important. What's important is to find a way to rescue those two girls. Didn't I tell you to come to Paris alone before? Why did you bring these two girls with you?" A guy.
Okay, I admit that one of them might help a little bit, but the other one is just adding to the mess. "
"Because we are flying a C-17 transport plane, there are enough seats in the cabin, so there is no need to grab the earliest flight tickets." Jack poked someone's sore spot in an extremely sinister way, and then explained.
"Believe me, if I don't take them with me, they will make a bigger noise."
"Wait, I don't understand." Cassel couldn't wait for the two of them to slowly fight, and stood between Jack and Frank, "What does this have to do with Alexis and Kim? Why do they want to arrest them?" they?"
Frank looked at Cassel and then at Jack. He hesitated for a long time before facing Brian and speaking with difficulty, "Their target is Alexis. Your daughter was just implicated. I'm very sorry."
Brian resisted the urge to throw a punch, "Now there is nothing to hide, tell the truth, what is going on."
Frank touched his bald head and let out a long sigh, "This is all my fault. I was too careless. I don't know how the other party found out about my relationship with Alexis. He knew that as long as he caught her, I will definitely show up and find a way to save her.”
Cassel was furious. Listen to what this old bald man said, "Why? What relationship do you have? I saw Alexis being born with my own eyes. You old bastard, tell me what you said." Clear!"
"She is my granddaughter!" Frank was furious when he heard Cassel yelling at him, "Richard, you are my son!"
With a clang, the wine glass in Jack's hand fell to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor. The glass was not broken, but was spinning on the wooden floor.
What did you hear? Is the world crazy? He looked at the shiny bald head in front of him, and then at Cassell with his thick "hair", but he couldn't find any similarity between the two faces.