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Chapter 132 Hurricane Rescue (please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

"Stop it, you are a man, get on the plane." Templeton Pike dragged Albert who was sitting on the ground from behind, "Be brave, brother, we have to rush to save people."

Albert could not escape the fate of boarding the plane until the last moment, "Ladies and gentlemen, we are going through some turbulence, please stay in your seat until the fasten seat belt signal light goes out, hahaha..." "

Modoc's excited voice came from the cockpit, "Don't worry, everyone, turbulence has never caused any crashes. At the request of passengers, we have to speed up."

This Gulfstream G450 instantly increased the engine power to the maximum, and could reach Paris in less than four hours at the current speed. Albert took the initiative to take sleeping pills and fell asleep.

"These kidnappers speak Albanian, the dialect of the Tzupaga region." Birkhoff's voice came on the satellite phone. "There was a person in the recording who said the name 'Marko'. According to the intelligence, there was a person named Marko." "Hoxha's gang boss went to Paris six months ago and the moon and star tattoo is the symbol of his gang."

"Well, Hannibal." Birkhoff hesitated, "These people specialize in human trafficking, you'd better be faster. And the one named Pete, it should be a pseudonym, but they usually Use it to chat up young girls with good-looking guys.”

 “Thank you, Birkhoff, and I’m sorry to wake you up at this hour.” John Smith acted like an old-fashioned gentleman as always.

"You're welcome. By the way, Bell said that he, Swager, and Curtis are all free now and are planning to travel to Paris together. He asked me to tell you that large-scale human trafficking cannot bypass the local government. You can start from The authorities in Paris should take action and there should be clues." Birkhoff sat in front of the computer with a blanket, took a sip of coffee and sent the relevant information to the other party.

“Okay, I understand.” Smith put down the phone and took the tablet handed over by Parker, which contained all the information sent by Birkhoff.

“Hannibal, don’t worry, we will definitely get the kid back.” Pike sat on the single sofa and tried to comfort his old friend.

 “Pike, I haven’t seen that kid yet.” John Smith’s face was gloomy.

In Mexico, Xu Chuan and three people were waiting to board the plane in the terminal hall. No one here arranged a special flight for him, and Mexico was too far away. He felt that by the time he got there, the gang might have been wiped out, and would the Eiffel Tower still be alive? It’s hard to say, you have to believe in the destructive power of a foursome and a grumpy dad.

"Then what were we doing there? Didn't you ask me to wait here for the company personnel to come over and renovate the safe house?" Curtis felt that he had just made a lot of money and should relax. If it weren't for Smith, he would have thought about it. Which young lady are you looking for?

"Let's take a look at the safe house beforehand. You don't know how much Smith's cousin looks like him. They are two Hannibals. This is so interesting. I have to take a photo as a commemoration as soon as possible." Xu Chuan The words he spoke did not feel like human words at all.

“You’d better not let Smith hear this.” Swager was carrying a shoulder bag and leaning on the concrete pillar of the airport hall.

"Of course, we are going to prevent those Albanian people from retaliating. Regarding this, my opinion is to destroy them directly and avoid future troubles." If such a small gang can still have a subordinate, then Ambre You really don’t have to mess around with these people.

It takes more than ten hours to fly from Mexico. This is a direct flight without connecting flights. Xu Chuan directly booked three business class seats to be more comfortable. He had just made money and must not wrong himself. While they were still flying at sea, The four Smiths have arrived in Paris.

Four people were standing scattered in the airport lobby, looking for a suspicious person. His name might be Pete. He was a good-looking young man who was looking for single foreign female tourists to chat with. There should not be many such people.

Soon, Smith saw Pike's gesture. He pointed at a young man in a yellow coat who was following a girl carrying a backpack.

Smith put down the newspaper and followed. Albert followed Pike's instructions and followed a black man wearing a black jacket. This guy was obviously with the young man.

“Hi, my name is Pete,” the young man was chatting up the girl he was following.

Hearing this name, Smith, who had been following him, laughed and found you.

The young man named Pete pretended to be a tourist on vacation and suggested carpooling to the girl. The taxi prices here were indeed not cheap. The girl hesitated but agreed.

Smith and the others didn't stop him. Everyone knew that you can catch big fish by putting a long line, and this was an airport parking area that was not suitable for action. They just took the opportunity to put the tracker on Pete in the queue.

Albert, who was outside the crowd on the other side, deliberately clashed with a black man who had been watching the young man. Albert deliberately pushed the black man to the wall with force. Murdoch took the opportunity to inject a powerful sedative into his neck. , at the same time, Parker drove a car and stopped right next to the two of them, got out of the car, opened the trunk and threw the people in.

Smith withdrew from the crowd, got into the car, and used the rearview mirror to observe the young man named Pete. The driver had been replaced by Albert, and Parker was debugging the tracker on his tablet.

“Girls nowadays are so, so…” Albert thought for a while, frowning and not thinking of what words to use to describe it.

 “Brainless?”, Murdock added another word at the end.

 “No, we all know that word is used to describe you.”

 “I’m just a little confused in my brain, it’s not nothing.”

Albert shook his head helplessly. Arguing with this guy was definitely just asking for trouble. "I mean, how could they trust others so easily?"

"Haha, I have more experience in this matter." Pike raised his head and showed a bright smile, "Believe me, they just believe in looks."

Albert tilted his head and thought for a moment, agreeing with this statement, "Okay, you're right."

“Okay, they drove away, follow them.” Smith looked at the vehicle starting behind him and stopped several people from having a meaningless discussion.

A few people followed the taxi, "Okay." Pike raised his head and patted the tablet. The red light spot on it had begun to move.

 (End of this chapter)