Chapter 917 Sneaking into the Auction House
Jack realized only after seeing the information about Patrice St. Clair that he had never heard of Jeffrey Epstein in this world, and the Lori Island case had not yet broken out.
He checked the relevant information and found that there was indeed a tycoon with the same name in the United States, but he died in a plane crash a few years ago.
Was he silenced by a former presidential couple? Jack knew that he could not delve into things that he could not understand. In his previous life, apart from a documentary that was not painful or itchy, there seemed to be no movie or TV series that dared to touch on this sensitive incident involving the upper class of Europe and the United States.
So in this world deeply influenced by various film and television dramas, it seems reasonable that no similar global scandal has broken out.
Frank hurried out after getting the results of the investigation. Cassel had not seen the specific situation in the Albanian gangster's lair with his own eyes before, and was gritting his teeth watching the TV report at this time.
Although several developed countries in Europe and the United States seem to have close relations, there are many conflicts between them, especially about reporting negative news on each other.
If you want to know more about some scandals in the United States, Reuters, BBC, and AFP are the best sources of information. The same is true in reverse. The Associated Press has always found opportunities to report European royal news.
If this scandal involves both Europe and the United States, then you can only look up the report of TASS. As for the useless media in a certain big country in the East that can only parrot, you can basically ignore it.
Looking at the miserable conditions of the girls who were rescued one by one on TV news, if Cassel might have felt that Jack and his father's methods were too cruel before, now he would only regret not being able to do something to Mark Ocha himself.
"There will be an underground auction tonight." Frank, who returned quickly, brought back a message.
He looked a little embarrassed. Jack noticed that there was some blood on his cuffs and his knuckles were also broken.
"What did you do?" He was a little curious about how Frank got the information, of course, he was mainly worried that there would be trouble later.
Jack has tried his best to cover up the ending. He didn't let Brian provoke his former colleague in the French intelligence department, and he also disposed of Mark Ocha's body.
The plot of the second part of "Taken" is that the family behind Mark Ocha came to seek revenge on Brian and learned his identity from his former colleague.
Now there is a high probability that there will be no second part. After all, this world is generally developing according to the normal logic line. The problem is that Brian is fine now, and Frank should not make any trouble.
Frank shook his wrist and said nonchalantly, "I just sat down and had a drink with my old acquaintances. The local gangs are too rude now."
Seeing that he didn't want to say more, Jack didn't ask any more questions. Compared with Brian, Frank's identity is much more confidential.
He was active in the late Cold War. The upheaval in Eastern Europe was like a global earthquake, but it also gave birth to a large number of legendary intelligence personnel comparable to 007.
Frank has two long-term safe houses in Paris alone. He must have been active in Eastern and Western Europe.
"This auction is a banquet in the open, and it will be held in a private club in Ocha tonight." Frank's face looked a little ugly.
Jack looked at the time. It was already three o'clock in the afternoon. They didn't have much time to prepare. No wonder the bald man's face was dark.
"How do you plan to get in?"
It was definitely too late to get an invitation. Their goal was to save people, not to kill three times in and out. Paris was the capital of a country after all, so sneaking in in disguise became the only option.
"I heard that you are a good chef?" Frank smiled at Jack.
"Huh?"
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When a hobby becomes a job, happiness disappears.
Jack poured sauce on a few servings of foie gras expressionlessly. He estimated that the time was about right. He found a gap where no one was paying attention and hid in the utility room. He took off his chef's uniform and put on a suit. He adjusted his tie and became handsome again.
The hall was crowded with guests, talking quietly in groups of three or four. No one noticed that there was an unexpected guest here.
"How can I help you, sir?" Brian, dressed like a waiter with a black bow tie and a white towel on his arm, appeared beside Jack with a tray.
"Thank you." Jack took a sip of champagne from the tray and asked with a smile, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom?"
"This way." Brian made a gesture of invitation.
The two walked to a secluded place, and Jack whispered, "Have you found Patrice St. Clair?"
Brian nodded and pointed at an inconspicuous small door at the other end of the hall, "There is an elevator inside, which should lead to the underground. He just took someone down, but there are people guarding the elevator entrance."
After saying that, he stepped on the trash can next to him, poured all the wine glasses on the tray into it, stuffed the tray behind a pot of green plants, and walked straight into the bathroom.
A moment later, Brian appeared again, also wearing a high-end suit, and the two walked towards the small door together.
After opening the small door, a security guard in a black suit stood in the elevator and asked respectfully, "How can I help you?"
"We are here to see Mr. St. Clair." Brian said with a smile.
"Please tell me your name." The security guard flipped open the list in his hand.
"John Wick." Jack gave a fake name and closed the small door behind him casually.
"Uh, sorry, your name is not on the list." The security guard looked at Jack with some doubts, and was about to turn his eyes to Brian, but heard Jack continue to smile and answer, "I know."
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stepped forward and punched the security guard at the bottom of his ribs near the abdomen. The diaphragm between the chest and abdomen was hit hard, and the severe pain could instantly make people lose the ability to breathe, let alone call for help.
While the security guard was bending over in pain, Jack had already turned behind him, holding his neck with one hand and pressing the elevator switch with the other hand.
With a "ding dong" sound, the elevator door opened, and Jack dragged the still twitching security guard into the elevator. Brian followed closely and pressed the button for the underground first floor, and the elevator door slowly closed.
Everything happened in a flash. Before the security guard tried to continue struggling, Jack broke his neck with a "crack".
The "ding dong" sound rang again, and the elevator door slowly opened. Brian quickly looked around with the "Viper" with a silencer in his hand. After confirming that there was no one in the corridor, he quickly walked out of the elevator and helped open the equipment room next to it.
Jack dragged the body into the equipment room and closed the door again. Then he looked at the situation on the underground floor. This underground auction was quite authentic. The auction house was really placed underground.
Although the elevator just showed the underground floor, the depth should not be less than 10 meters from the first floor to here. Jack suspected that this place might be part of the civil air defense.
There were two passages opposite the elevator. The one on the left was blocked by an iron door. There was a slight coolness accompanied by moisture pouring in. Jack silently calculated the location of the building where the club was located in his mind, and estimated that it should lead directly to the Seine River.
There were several steps on the right passage that continued to lead down. The passage was decorated very luxuriously, and the walls were covered with expensive marble tiles. Needless to say, the auction house should be below.