"Thank you, Smith." Brian Mills, who had already gotten off the plane, has received a call from his brother, who is now with his daughter in the hospital.

The girls had been taken to the hospital by the police, including Kim. The hospital's door was blocked by the media, and from the early morning there were angry protesters outside the Paris Police Station and the Town Hall.

The major media are so happy that they are not afraid of headlines for at least a week. Some families of missing girls have arrived in Paris, and more families who have not found their children are also coming over, seeing at least a glimmer of hope.

"Brian, I need your help if I have something to do here." Smith didn't be polite to his cousin.

"What's the matter? You said."

"The gangster boss who kidnapped Kim is in my hands. I need a professional to let him speak as soon as possible. There should be more girls in their hands. I am worried that the pressure of public opinion will make them silence those girls."

Generally speaking, these things are done by company experts, but they are now on vacation in Morocco and are in a hurry here. Brian, the retirement CIA, is just right.

"Are you talking about that Marco? No problem, I also have something to talk to him about." Bryan's anger could be felt through the phone.

Hang up the phone and Smith turned around and looked at the three people who were doing nothing helplessly, "Who are you going to pick up Bell?"

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

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

"Boss, this is convenient!" Albert patted the thick black body honestly.

"Okay, just be happy." Albert and Curtis are different. This guy has a straightforward mind and doesn't have so many twists and turns.

"Damn it, just use the truck to pick me up. Can you do it hygiene? What kind of TMD here is you are stooling in the car?" As soon as he sat in the car, Xu Chuan was almost fainted by a scent of the nose.

"A kid was scared and hadn't had time to clean up before." Albert answered very simply.

"fuck", he found a cycling scarf from his backpack and put it on his face, and shrank his feet back in disgust. He was facing this environment as soon as he got off from business class, which made him feel very psychologically disparate.

As for the co-pilot, Curtis would sit on it. The place they were going to is the most chaotic 93 provinces in Paris, where people could smash glass and rob bags while driving. It would reduce the risk by letting two guys who looked like good people sit in front of them.

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

"Is it okay for you to talk about hygiene? Is this a good thing?"

Xu Chuan complained all the way, and Albert was so crying that he wanted to block his ears. Finally, he knew why that guy Parker didn't come to pick him up. Sure enough, Umbrellari's most careless person was himself.

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

Before the car could be stopped, Xu Chuan fled out of the car as if he was flying, pulled down his scarf and breathed in fresh air.

"Go to wash the car quickly, you have to wash it inside and outside. If there is any smell, I will definitely burn it with my own hands." Xu Chuan pointed at the van with a distorted face, "And, take me to see the stupid fork that wet my pants."

"Damn, I don't have any smell, right?" Xu Chuan pulled the clothes on his body and smelled them, and always felt a little vaguely scent of indescribable smell.

"Bell, you're thinking too much." Modoc took the three of them to the second-story building behind. The expression on his face was as nervous as ever, which made Xu Chuan feel that asking him was vain.

"Bell." John Smith greeted him with a smile.

Xu Chuan was very happy to come to Smith, of course, because he didn't know why the Umbrella boss came.

"Smith, where is your cousin?" Xu Chuan took out his cell phone with an excited look on his face. He was obviously ready to take a photo. Smith's face changed slightly.

When Xu Chuan learned that the person had not arrived yet, he regrettedly put away his phone. Swag and Smith said hello and stood there.

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

Poke one of the youngest heads with his fingers, "Are you?"

This young man who was dragged out of the car last night like those girls he deceived was completely broken. It would be fine if he was shot to death. In this situation, he had no idea what these people were going to do!

The work he was doing made him very clear that sometimes death is not the most terrible.

His face is now covered with stains, making people unable to tell whether it is tears or sweat. The whimpering sounds are made in his blocked mouth, and it is no longer the appearance of a young man before.

"Do you know if you need to be hygienic in the future? Don't urinate or defecate anywhere. The smell on your body is really disgusting."

The young man kept nodding, afraid that he would slow down and find excuses to torture him.

"What are these people still here for?" Xu Chuan turned to look at Smith. He thought these people would never leave any living.

Smith lit a cigar, and Xu Chuan subconsciously took a few steps back. This thing is very lethal to those who don’t smoke.

"This is Marco Hodza, their boss, I want to ask where the other girls are?" Smith replied, pointing to one of the bearded men.

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

"Bryan, the CIA, should be more experienced in this regard, and he will be very happy to do this."

This is true that a father is emotionally stable when facing a kidnapper who kidnapped his daughter.

Moreover, compared with an old CIA, there is still a gap in the field of forcing confessions. Although Xu Chuan and Curtis in Mexico have done the same job several times before, the work is still relatively rough.

"Okay," turned around and greeted Curtis, "Find a camera to take a picture, and then arrange for the company to learn it internally."

Curtis, who was standing aside, suddenly felt that the boss was the boss and his brain circuit was always different from others.

"Live until you are old and learn until you are old, do you understand?"
Chapter completed!