Chapter 434

Just looking at Mason, he knew that the other party was holding a gun in his right hand. Taking another look, Mason was horrified to find that the bag in the other party's hand was very similar to the one in his own hand, and there was also a similar style on the bag, but it was smaller. Lots of teddy bears.

Without thinking too much about Mason, he understood that the man in the distance was the one who joined the middle-aged man in front of him, but he was dragged into danger because he stole a bag.

It's a pity that before he could explain, there was a loud "boom", and the bomb in the bag exploded, sending him and the informant flying seven or eight meters away.

When the explosion came, Christmas got up from the ground, pretended to be angry, threw away the bag in his hand, rushed to the explosion point, grabbed the pieces of paper that hadn't been burned and fled quickly.

And a little further away, more than a hundred meters away from the explosion, William hugged Jesse who was startled, and asked in a low voice, "Are you not injured?"

After hearing this, Jesse immediately hugged William tightly, "I'm fine, I'm fine", and then remembered that William was standing in front of him, so he quickly let go of his hands, crying and touching William.

"Okay, okay," William comforted, "Don't worry, I'm fine."

Holding Jesse in his arms, William turned to look at the explosion point, listening to Sunday's report in his ears, "Sir, Michael Mason and the intelligence agent have been confirmed dead,

And everything before and after the explosion happened to be captured by the cameras on the streets of the square, including Mr. Christmas’s robbery of information, and you will be captured if you walk another 23 meters.”

After hearing this, William said to Jesse, "Let's leave, we'll be in trouble when the police arrive later." When passing by not far from the explosion point, he covered Jesse's face with his hand, and deliberately raised his head to look around.

With William blocking her view, Jessie didn't have the slightest idea of ​​getting angry. On the contrary, her mind was full of William now, and her usual carefree personality became gentle at this moment.

Not long after the two left, reporters and police arrived one after another. The news of the explosion in Place Morris quickly spread throughout Paris, and then the whole world.

Two hours later, at 11:40 in the middle of the night, Victor Gael, director of the Paris Ministry of the Interior and chief of police, held a press conference overnight. The attack killed two people and injured more than 20 people.

At the same time, they also received a statement claiming to be the assailant, threatening that this was only the first round of attacks, and they would launch another bomb attack within 36 hours before the victory day of World War I until the celebrations were cancelled.

At the end of the press conference, Victor Gael spoke harshly to all the reporters, saying that France will never bow down to the attackers, and the celebrations will continue as usual. Moreover, the Paris police and the agents of the Ministry of the Interior will let any attack pay the price.

As soon as he returned to the office, Victor's assistant knocked on the door with a dozen photos, "Boss, you would never have imagined, what did the probe at the explosion site take?"

Chapter 597

"What did you get?" Victor asked in shock, praying silently in his heart that no other troubles would happen. Unfortunately, things are often like this. The more you pray, the more the truth will be contrary to what you hoped. After taking the photo, the first glance I saw William wearing a hat and black-rimmed glasses,

"This is, this is", Victor looked at the assistant in disbelief, "God, don't tell me that's the one I think!"

The assistant shrugged, "Yes, that's him."

"Damn it, block this news immediately. If Chief Kellner Bacon finds out, maybe I have to go home to retire." Victor threw down the photo angrily, and sat down on the office chair, "How could this guy In Paris, hadn't he been in New York some time ago?"

"I asked someone to check the immigration information. Three days ago, William Devonhill and a 20-year-old girl named Jesse Barrett arrived in Paris on his private plane and lived in a building at No. 18 Champs-Elysées Avenue. In a separate villa".

"No. 18?" Victor asked after thinking for a few seconds, "I remember that villa is not the house of Marco Kans, the chairman of the Kans Group? How could the miser old man sell such a house in such a good location to William - Devonhill?"

The assistant asked unexpectedly, "You don't know?" Seeing the boss with a blank face, the assistant explained, "The wife of Marco Kans who passed away was the sister of the Grand Duke Devon, and the relationship between the Grand Duke Devon and William Devon Hill , I don’t need to say it.”

"Damn relatives, these upper-class people can get a lot of relatives casually." After hearing this, Victor shook his head helplessly, picked up the Christmas photo and said, "Then who is this guy?"

"I don't know," the assistant shook his head and said, "I checked our database, but I didn't find any information about this bald head.

We suspect that this guy is likely to go to Morris Square to connect with Ricks, an intelligence dealer who was killed on the spot."

After speaking, the assistant turned on the TV and put a CD into the player.

Looking at the two handbags and teddy bears of similar styles, Victor yelled in his heart 'Damn', such a coincidence happened, looking helplessly at Michael Mason's photo and said, "Except for William Devonhill's Everything else is reported to c1a, let's see what they can find out."

"Understood", the assistant nodded and walked out of the office.

Half an hour later, in the office building of c1a in Paris, director Karen Deckard, who received the news, walked into the monitoring room quickly, clapped his hands, and after attracting everyone's attention, put the photos of Christmas and Michael Mason on pushpins whiteboard nailed to the wall,

"Okay guys, help me find out what these two guys are called, where they live, what they've done

".

"clear".

It didn’t take much time for Michael Mason, who was just a pickpocket, the information soon appeared on the monitor, “Michael Mason, born in Las Vegas, is a cheater by profession,

Wanted in four states for fraud, fled to Paris with a tourist passport 18 months ago, and has been working as a pickpocket in Paris since then.

After listening to the introduction, Karen Deckard couldn't help but shook his head and asked in doubt, "How could such an old man and pickpocket be a suicide attacker?"

The subordinates were also a little puzzled, but the live video showed that Mason detonated the bomb without any coercion, "Ghost knows what this bastard has experienced in eighteen months."

Unable to find the reason for a while, Karen could only put aside the matter of Mason and asked, "What about the identity of the other person?"

"Sorry, boss," a subordinate sitting in front of the computer raised his hand, "This guy's information is shown as confidential, and our authority is not enough, only people at the headquarters can check it."

"How is it possible?" Karen looked at his subordinates in surprise, "This is a director-level sub-station."

"It's true that we can't find it," the subordinate shrugged and said helplessly, "Either this guy is one of us, or he is a subordinate of a very high-ranking member of the allies."

Karen also understands this truth. Looking at the half-burned material Christmas that rushed to the explosion point on the monitor, Karen murmured softly, "Who the hell are you? What kind of information is that document? It's worth ignoring." Is it necessary to grab the concealment?"

"Head, look at this, look at this," one of the men on the side shouted, "this guy appeared on the Champs Elysees."

"How is it possible?" Karen immediately looked towards the caller, and immediately recognized Christmas with a big bald head, who was standing at the corner of the wall of a villa on the Champs-Elysees Avenue and staring at the street.

After thinking for a few seconds, Karen said to a big black man standing not far from him, "Sean, go and arrest this guy secretly", and then reminded, "There is still one and a half days before the big celebration, and at this time you can If you don't use a gun, don't use a gun."

"Understood", Sean Brier nodded and walked out of the office.

A few minutes after Sean left, the c1a who had been staring at Christmas found that when a Rolls Royce drove up to the gate of the villa,

Christmas immediately walked out of the corner of the villa, knocked on the window of the Rolls-Royce, handed a paper bag to the driver, and turned to leave.

Seeing this, without Karen's order, someone shouted, "fk, find out who the owner of this villa is for me?"

Within a few minutes, the information was quickly found out. Karen stared blankly at William's photo on the computer monitor, "Damn it, why is it this guy?"

Staring at William's photo, Karen didn't know what to do for a while. After thinking about it, she could only go to a corner and call back to the headquarters to report to her boss.

To Karen's surprise, her boss was very interested in the information, but at the same time reminded Karen not to touch William without conclusive evidence, and it was best to secretly capture Christmas who sent the information first.

The boss has an order, even if Karen doesn't want to cause trouble, it's a pity that Christmas is no longer the mercenary of the past. The casual clothes he wears can not only prevent bullets, but also effectively slow down the impact of 30.

This made Sean Brier, who was fighting with Christmas, very passive. He punched Christmas more than a dozen times. After more than a dozen rounds, Christmas beat him to the ground, with his hands handcuffed to an iron pipe.

Checking the ID on Sean Brier, Christmas took out a gun and pointed it at Sean's head, and said angrily, "Fuck, are you a human or a ghost?"

Then he took out his phone and took a picture of Sean Brier's face, and quickly replied Sunday, "Retreat."

Christmas, who was covering her ears, froze for a moment, put away her gun, held Sean's collar and said, "Don't hinder me from doing business, or I will kill you directly next time I meet you."

Seeing Christmas leaving, Sean heaved a sigh of relief. Knowing that he is a c1a person and not silencing his mouth, it means that he should not be an enemy, but the words that people are ghosts made Sean feel very vigilant.

Does this mean that the bald man just now suspected that there was a ghost on his side?

Chapter 598 As long as it is involved, no one is innocent

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