Chapter 915: Public
The urban area of Paris is divided into numerical districts, which are spirally distributed from the inside out like a snail shell, with District 1 as the center and spreading outwards. It is divided into 20 districts in total. These 20 districts are collectively called Little Paris.
Similar to the unpredictable security distribution in New York, the security situation in Paris also makes outsiders scratch their heads. The details of each district are different, but generally speaking, the southwest is better and the northeast is worse.
The 10th arrondissement has two important transportation hubs, Gare du Nord and Gare de l'Est. The former leads to Belgium and the latter to Germany, so the mobility of people is extremely high. In addition, Paris' famous red light district is also located here.
Brian put on a leather jacket, a black suit and a dark tie. He walked to a red door and looked left and right.
Not far away, Jack, dressed as a postman, nodded slightly towards him. Brian turned his head expressionlessly, pushed open the door, and strode across the porch to the inner patio, where two Eastern European men were drinking beer and playing. Playing mahjong for two.
Seeing Brian walking in, one of them quickly stood up and stopped in front of him. Although the other strong man sat there and didn't move, he also cast a wary look and at the same time quietly put his right hand into his arms.
"Stupid pig." Brian greeted.
The Eastern European man standing in front of him had a thick mustache and a fierce look in his eyes. "What's the matter? We don't accept guests here during the day."
"I'm here to see your boss." Brian stood in front of him, surpassing him in both height and aura.
"There is no boss." Mustache put on a poor look.
Brian took out a business card and handed it to him. It had the words National Police printed on it.
France's law enforcement personnel are divided into two categories, the police and the gendarmes. The police are divided into two types, the national police, which is under the management of the French Ministry of the Interior, and the city police, which is responsible to the local municipal government.
These three types of law enforcement personnel can roughly correspond to the criminal police, armed police forces and auxiliary police of a large Eastern country.
The French urban police do not have the power to enforce criminal cases, and their functions are administrative and auxiliary. The national police and the gendarmerie have the same functions and can both be responsible for criminal cases.
The difference between the two is that the national police are mainly concentrated in and around large cities, while the gendarmerie is more responsible for small towns and villages. As the name implies, the gendarmerie has the power to arrest deserters and deal with crimes within the army.
Mustache saw this business card but was not panicked, "We are not some street gangsters. Mr. Macon is in charge of our area."
"Macon has changed departments. Now I am in charge here, so take me to see your boss. I will not repeat it a third time. Of course you also have the right to refuse, but when you come to visit later, I will not be the one." "
Brian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he tapped the earphone hanging on his left ear with a very threatening tone.
The mustache looked nervously at the strong man who was still sitting there, and winked to indicate to him to keep an eye on Brian. He said "wait" and turned around and left in a hurry.
It didn't take long for him to appear again, standing on the steps and tilting his head slightly towards Brian, "Are you armed?"
"It's in your hand." Brian muttered at the fake business card he was still holding in his hand.
The strong man who had been sitting without getting up kept staring at Brian's back. He didn't turn his head until he disappeared at the end of the steps. However, he was surprised to find an old guy wearing a peaked cap standing next to him at some point.
"Stupid pig?" Frank said hello with a smile and then suddenly took action, pointing a knife as fast as lightning and directly smashed the strong man's Adam's apple.
"Ho ho." The strong man covered his throat but couldn't breathe. He struggled and fell to the ground. He kicked his legs helplessly a few times before making no sound.
The red door was opened again, and Jack walked into the inner courtyard with a nervous Cassel.
"Stay here."
Frank had already dragged the strong man's body to the corner, pulled a tarpaulin to cover it, then handed his Beretta 92F to his son, patted him on the shoulder, and took the good muffler from Jack. "Spotted Viper".
The two walked up the steps to a terrace. As far as they could see, a red bean was thrown in front of one of the corridor doors.
Jack opened the door directly and entered. In the nearest room in the corridor, there were two Eastern European men playing cards. When they heard the noise, they looked up through the window and looked at him.
"Puff! Puff!" There were two soft sounds, and each of them had a blood hole on their forehead.
The sound of breaking glass alerted people in the other room. Someone stuck his head out to investigate the situation. Frank behind Jack raised his hand and shot.
At this time, there were also sounds of fighting upstairs, and the noise was quite loud. There were even two gunshots. Frank couldn't help but frown, because Brian really didn't have a weapon.
"Want to go up and help him?"
"No need." Jack shook his head and joked. That was Liam Neeson. As long as he didn't encounter Darth Maul with a lightsaber, no one could kill him.
The two of them walked all the way through the corridor and guarded the stairwell, killing three more Albanians who heard the noise and came for reinforcements, until Brian's hoarse voice came from above.
"It's all done, you'd better come up and take a look."
Brian, whose murderous look was still on his face, dragged a bearded man to the stairs like a dead dog, with a handful of captured M1911 in his hand.
"Uh, did you kill them all?" Jack was a little worried. There were corpses all along the way with these two killer partners, and there would be no one left alive to question later.
"This is Mark Ocha, confirmed." Brian kicked the still panting beard, which was an indirect acknowledgment.
Jack stepped over Mark Ocha, who was beaten to a standstill, and walked into the corridor. This apartment building is a bit old, and the layout is quite similar to that of the old-fashioned Khrushchev building. The corridor is winding, and there are rooms of different sizes on both sides.
The first room is not big, it is a small restaurant with a kitchen. It is in a mess at this time. There are two bodies lying at the door, and there are four in the restaurant, including the mustache who led Brian before. There is a dinner knife stuck in his chest at this time.
According to the plan they discussed before, Brian was responsible for pretending to be the French National Police and asked to see Mark Ocha in the name of discussing protection fees. Jack and Frank followed up to ensure that no one could escape.
Jack continued to move forward, and Brian and Frank continued to guard the stairs behind him, looking at his back with contradictions in their eyes.
This is the Albanian gang's lair, where many kidnapped and trafficked girls are imprisoned. But it is also an underground women's branch. Every night, these girls are forced to receive guests in those small rooms.
The reason why Brian and Frank's eyes are full of contradictions is that they hope to find Alexis and Kim as soon as possible, but they don't want to see some heartbreaking scenes, so Jack can only do the rest of the work.
He opened one of the doors, and the smell of inferior perfume mixed with some indescribable smell filled the whole room. There was only a single bed in it, and a girl in disheveled clothes was sleeping. The big noise outside just now did not wake her up.
This scene is not at all charming, but it brings strong physical discomfort to people, because one of the girl's hands is handcuffed to the radiator, and the other arm is full of pinholes and round scars from cigarette burns.
The second room, the third room, Jack opened the doors one by one along the corridor, and the scenes in the room were similar.
Some rooms have single beds, some have double iron beds, but without exception, every girl is handcuffed, and there are more or less pinholes and scars on their arms left by the injection of drugs.
After checking all the rooms, Jack secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Although he had expected it, he was still very glad that Alexis and Kim were not among these girls.
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A group of foreign reporters rushed into the red door, among which the burly Russian News Agency reporter and the swift Reuters reporter were the first to take the lead.
The French police who arrived a step later looked at all this in amazement, and had no idea how to stop these media people who were known for running fast.
Across the road not far from this magic cave, in a Citroen sedan that is common on the streets of Paris, Cassel in the passenger seat put down his mobile phone, took out the phone card, broke it in half, and threw it into the trash can on the side of the road together with the mobile phone.
"All the news agencies in various countries I know have been notified. In two hours at most, the situation inside will spread all over the world."
"Let's go." Frank, who was sitting in the back seat, sighed and covered the face of Mark Ocha, who was still unconscious beside him with his baseball cap.
Jack started the car, and the tires of the Citroen sedan rolled over the cobblestone road unique to France and disappeared at the end of the street corner.
