Xu Chuan held a telescope and watched Victor Miguel get in the car and leave, but the body was left at the scene without moving.

It's not yet six:30, and the sky hasn't completely brightened yet.

Looking at the video in hand, Xu Chuan felt a little funny himself. He got evidence of the murder of the French Security Bureau Director.

This guy is not awake and has hysteria.

"You guys keep following him, I'll go over and take a look."

Walking two ways with Feins, Xu Chuan came to the corpse himself.

The dress is nothing special, it is like an ordinary female white-collar worker with her eyes wide open and her eyes open.

Put on gloves and flipped through the other party's clothes pocket. There was a wallet with several banknotes and bank cards.

He put his bank card next to the body and took a photo with his mobile phone, and then sent it to Burkhoff to see if he could find out the identity of the woman.

The most special thing is that there is a Glock 17 in the holster behind the waist.

Tsk, is this a murder to silence someone, or is the director cleaning up the portal?

After searching, there was nothing else except these.

These French guys are really interesting. No matter what their purpose is, this messy thing is now full of holes.

He stood up and walked back to his car, and at this time Burkhoff's information had already been sent.

Judging from the bank card registration information, this woman is an American, graduated from Ivy League and currently works as an executive in a financial intermediary company in France.

Apart from the two speeding times, there is no criminal record, and the tax registration is also very complete, and it can be said that the background is quite clean.

Xu Chuan whistled and said nothing. This person was definitely from the CIA or other intelligence departments in the United States.

Let’s think about Heimdal before, this is what he wouldn’t say when he met Victor Miguel just now.

It should be that this woman discovered something and then the other party risked her offending the CIA.

Now it seems that Heimdal's situation should be very dangerous, but Xu Chuan is not worried.

Because, firstly, this has nothing to do with him, secondly, he doesn't think these French guys can do the black version of Heimdal.

Of course, there is the most important point, Qian Jida is following over there.

But in fact, these things are no longer important now, and he has almost figured out the causes and consequences.

There may be differences in the details, but these people are planning to rob the bank and must have stopped running away.

Xu Chuan now wants to know how they want to rob the bank and how they shipped out cash or gold.

"Bell, you'd better check it out online."

While driving back to the program team's apartment, Xu Chuan received news from Burkhoff.

The French-level right-Italian organization issued a statement strongly condemning the current destruction of the Paris order by illegal immigration.

They shouted slogans to drive all illegal immigrants out of France and also carried out parades.

They also have many supporters, and the previously neutral people were so bored by the chaos these two days.

It is obvious that it will be a grand and unique conflict until dawn.

"You guys really know how to play..."

Xu Chuan muttered, and he smelled a different smell.

When I returned to the apartment, except for the program team, the others had not yet got up.

Sun Chao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan because he received a notice from the Paris Tourism Department in the middle of the night yesterday that there would be a protest near their apartment today.

The Paris police will close the road at 8:30. If they want to leave today, it is best to pack their luggage and run away immediately.

Seeing the other party's appearance, Xu Chuan smiled and didn't respond. He decided to be an ordinary team member today and would never urge anyone.

The program team has informed others of the situation and told them to get up before seven o'clock today and set off before eight o'clock.

However, Xu Chuan felt that these guys who were holding on and going backwards would definitely mess up the matter.

Things were the same as he thought, and some people were still lying on the bed at 7:30.

No matter how Song Qian urged her, she always looked slow.

"Parts, we must set out before 8 o'clock..."

Song Qian shouted in the living room, then took the sandwich handed over by Xu Chuan and took a bite.

Then I felt something was wrong, "Hey, why are you looking in a hurry today?"

Xu Chuan took a sip of coffee slowly and spread his hands and said, "Aren't you all annoyed me and I shouted you like ducks every morning? Isn't it okay if I don't bother you today?"

Song Qian's doubts did not decrease, but she was in an anxious state and had no time to think about these things.

Her friend had arrived and wanted to take them to the train station, while her members still hadn't gotten up.

Only then did she feel the importance of Xu Chuan. At least every morning, her voice was almost hoarse without shouting like this.

"Get up quickly, get up quickly..."

Jin Daxi was urging Zhao Yutong, who was in the same room, that the woman had woken up but was looking at her phone in the bed.

"It's okay, if I were really anxious, that person would have come to urge him long ago..."

Kim Dae-hee held back and didn't look back at the camera.

"Whose luggage has not been packed yet?" Song Qian's voice sounded outside again, and Zhao Yutong seemed to have never heard of it.

At 8:10, Yuan Minghao in another room was blowing his hair slowly.

Chen Zi walked over and shouted outside the door, "Xiao Yuan, are you okay?"

"Okay, sister."

Then I put down the hair dryer, and then took another two minutes to tidy up the shape before I pushed my luggage out of the room.

Chen Zi was already quite impatient, and then they saw Xu Chuan standing by the window in the living room and looking outside, with his hiking bag next to him.

"Okawa, it's time to leave. Do you need me to help you get your luggage?"

Yuan Minghao said something.

Then he heard the other party even say, "Okay, please help me take it."

Yuan Minghao's expression froze for a moment, but he changed his smile and came over to carry his mountaineering bag.

Then didn't lift it.

"Okay, can you carry it down and bring it back to me?"

Xu Chuan pointed to another street not far away, "Don't think about leaving today."

There were already a large number of policemen and people holding signs, and the parade along the Seine River had begun.

Downstairs, Sun Chao was making an anxious call.

Xu Chuan turned around, "Anyway, this matter is, whoever is embarrassed in the end."

He now found that these people were quite innocent and could walk into the cage by themselves without using their brains.

I took out my phone and sent a message to Xuela. Today's concert was stable.

But there is another new problem. In this case, can the concert be held?

...

Sean Blair was waiting for the French Security Agency to come and pick up people at the agreed location.

Zoe next to him lowered his head, obviously not recovering from yesterday's blow.

Just two days after the incident, the streets of Paris have changed.

The tourists who were originally in constant flow are now gone, and some areas where public security is not good are everywhere, smashing, looting and burning.

"Is this what you want?"

Sean Blair sneered, then watched a few young men smash the glass of street shops and burst into the street.

At this time, he didn't know his hometown, and sooner or later he would be more abstract than this.

Zoe looked up and said, "You don't understand our ideals."

"Ideal? What is your ideal?"

Anyway, the Frenchman hasn't come yet, Sean Blair wants to know how the other party will answer.

"Everyone is truly equal and free, and does whatever he wants."

Zoe said firmly.

Sean Blair laughed directly, "Then you should go to Somalia, where people are very equal, almost no one can eat enough, and they are all very free. No one cares wherever they want to go. Do whatever they want. No one cares about killing there, it must be very suitable for you."

Then he lost interest in communicating with the other party. He had seen too many idiots like this.

Irake, Libiya, Jialiya, and dirty carbs. Without these idiots, how could the CIA be so easy to disrupt the other party's social order?

Although he often talked about this to those people when he was in these places, he used the training he received to brainwash the other party, and he had never taken it seriously.
To be continued...