Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

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“Smith, thank you.” Brian Mills, who had already gotten off the plane, had received a call from his brother, who was now staying with his daughter in the hospital.

The girls have been sent to the hospital by the police, including Kim. The door of the hospital was blocked by the media. Since early morning, there were angry protestors outside the Paris Police Station and City Hall.

The major media are so happy that there will be no headlines for at least a week. Some family members of the missing girls have rushed to Paris, and more families who have not found their children are also rushing over, at least seeing a glimmer of hope.

"Brian, I need your help with something here." Smith was not polite to his cousin.

 “What’s the matter? Tell me.”

“The gang boss who kidnapped Kim is in my hands. I need a professional to get him to talk as soon as possible. There should be more girls in their hands. I’m worried that the pressure of public opinion will make them silence those girls.”

Under normal circumstances, these matters are carried out by the company's experts, but they are currently on vacation in Morocco and are in a hurry. Brian, a retired CIA, is suitable.

"Are you talking about Marco? No problem, I just happen to have something to talk to him about." Brian's anger could be felt across the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Smith turned around and looked helplessly at the three idle people, "Which one of you will pick up Bell?"

 Ignoring Modoc who was eager to try, Albert received this glorious mission.

 At the Charles de Gaulle International Airport, "So, you are going to put me in a truck and take me away?" Xu Chuan looked at the van in front of him speechlessly.

 “Boss, this is so convenient!” Albert patted the thick black body of the car honestly.

 “Okay, as long as you’re happy.” Albert is different from Curtis. This guy has a straighter mind and doesn’t have so many twists and turns.

"I'll wipe it. Just pick me up in a truck. Can you do some hygiene? What the **** does it smell like here? Did you **** in the carriage?" As soon as he sat in the carriage, Xu Chuan almost got a gust of air that hit his nose. The smell was overwhelming.

“There was a kid who was scared to the point of peeing before, and he didn’t have time to clean up.” Albert answered very simply.

“Fuck”, he took out a cycling scarf from his backpack and put it on his face. He shrank back in disgust. He was faced with this environment as soon as he got off the business class cabin, which made him feel a huge psychological gap.

As for the co-pilot, he let Curtis sit in. The place they were going to was the 93rd department, the most chaotic area in Paris. It was a place where people would smash the windows and **** bags while driving, so the two of them looked very different at first sight. Having the nice guy in the front reduces the risk a bit.

Swag covered his mouth and nose like Xu Chuan. He also felt that the smell was unbearable. Although as a sniper, he often lay down to solve problems, but that was a last resort.

“Can you please be more hygienic? Isn’t this ridiculous?”

Xu Chuan kept complaining along the way, and Albert was so tearful that he wanted to plug his ears. He finally understood why that guy Pike didn't come to pick him up. As expected, the one who was most unkind to Umbrella was himself.

The truck stopped at a dilapidated residential building in Province 93. The door was closed. Albert called, and Modoc came down and opened the door.

Before the car had even stopped, Xu Chuan escaped from the car like flying, pulled down his scarf, and breathed in the fresh air.

"Hurry up and wash the car, both inside and out. If it smells bad again, I will definitely burn it with my own hands." Xu Chuan pointed at the van with a twisted face, "Also, take me to see the guy who peed his pants. stupid guy."

　　"Wipe, I don't smell, do I?" Xu Chuan pulled the clothes on his body and smelled it. He always felt that there was some vague smell that could not be explained.

"Bell, you are thinking too much." Modoc took the three people to the two-story building at the back. The expression on his face was as nervous as ever, which made Xu Chuan feel that asking him was in vain.

“Bell.” John Smith greeted him with a smile.

 Xu Chuan was very happy to come to Smith. Of course, this was because he didn’t know the reason why Umbrella’s boss came.

“Smith, where is your cousin?” Xu Chuan took out his mobile phone with excitement, obviously ready to take pictures, and Smith’s face changed slightly.

　　After learning that the person had not arrived yet, Xu Chuan put away his cell phone regretfully. Swager and Smith said hello and stood aside.

There were three chairs in the spacious room, and people were sitting on them. Xu Chuan looked at them, "Which one of you put the water in the carriage?"

ˆPoke one of the youngest’s heads with his finger, “Is it you?”

This young man, who was dragged out of the car like the girls he deceived last night, had a complete mental breakdown. It would be better if he was shot to death, but in this situation, he has no idea what these people are going to do. ah!

His job made him understand very well that sometimes death is not the most terrible thing.

His face is now covered in stains, making it hard to tell whether they are from tears or sweat. He is making a whimpering sound from his blocked mouth. He has completely lost the appearance of the fresh little boy before.

“You know, you need to be more hygienic in the future? Don’t defecate anywhere. The smell you have now is really disgusting.”

The young man kept nodding his head, fearing that if he moved slower, the people in front of him would find an excuse to torment him.

“What are these people doing here?” Xu Chuan turned to look at Smith. He thought that these people would never be left alive.

 Smith lit a cigar, and Xu Chuan subconsciously took a few steps back. This thing is very lethal to non-smokers.

“This is Marco Hoxha, their boss. I want to ask where the other girls are?” Smith replied, pointing to one of the bearded ones.

 Xu Chuan nodded, "Do you want your cousin to interrogate him?"

“Brian, the CIA, should be more experienced in this area, and he would be happy to carry out this work.”

This is true. When a father faces the kidnapper who kidnapped his daughter, he can be considered emotionally stable if he doesn't tear him into pieces.

 And compared with an old CIA, there is still a gap between these people at least in the field of extracting confessions. Although Xu Chuan and Curtis have done the same work several times in Mexico before, their work is still relatively rough.

 “That’s fine,” he turned around and called to Curtis, “find a camera to record it, and then arrange for internal study within the company.”

Standing aside, Curtis suddenly felt that the boss was the boss, and his brain circuit would always be different from others.

 “Live and learn, whether you understand or not.”

 (End of this chapter)