Traffic System Sky Eye Center.
With his identity as an Interpol, Hobbes easily entered the interior with a green light and met the person in charge of the transportation system.
Each of them is 1.9 meters tall, with a big belly, and looks sarcastic.
"Thank you for seeing me. This will not delay you for too long. My subordinates were attacked earlier. I want to see the surveillance videos at Waterloo Station and other surrounding areas."
It has always been Hobbs' style.
"Who will tell this Hollywood black giant that monitoring monitoring requires approval, but it is not something that anyone can see with just one mouth."
The fat man in charge put his hands in his pockets and didn't take Hobbs seriously at all.
Putting aside the difference between muscles and fat, the two are about the same height and weight, and the person in charge of the big fat man is indeed worthy of the big guy Hobbs.
The female assistant Riley had already prepared and took out a document and handed it over.
The fat man opened the file and looked at it. It was indeed a certificate issued by the police. Now there is no way to make excuses. He could only turn his head and ask in a fake way: "Terry, call out all the videos of cameras No. 58 to 62."
The technician who asked Terry to operate it was a thud, and the keyboard was typing loudly.
Then he turned around and replied seriously: "These cameras have been turned off all of them today due to maintenance, so they cannot be called out."
"You heard it too, I'm sorry." The fat man smiled with a cowardly shoulder.
"Okay, forget it, thank you for your help."
Hobbs had long expected this to happen, and did not argue or make noise with the fat man, but instead reached out to shake hands and say goodbye.
The fat man didn't know there was a fraud here, and he thought he had successfully fooled it, so he proudly held Hobbes' hand.
Hold it up.
He found out that something was wrong.
The force coming from Hobbes's hand was obviously not a normal handshake. He wanted to pull his hand out, but found that he didn't move even after pulling it twice.
At this time, Hobbs began to exert force and the muscles on his hands began to swell.
The fat man's fingers were squeezed by huge force, and the heart-to-heart pain swept across his heart. The smug smile on his face was instantly replaced by the pain.
Although the pain started to sweat, he couldn't scream for the sake of face, so he could only force himself to hold on.
Hobbs easily crushed the fat man of the same weight and said calmly: "I discovered something very interesting. The Interpol National Center recently also spoke out about the attack.
The cameras there were the same as those in the subway station, and nothing was taken, and they were repaired.
Don't you think this is strange? Your repair time is surprisingly synchronized with quietness, and I suspect there is a traitor in you.
However, I think this is too much. How can you cooperate with terrorists? Right, it is even more impossible for you to be the person in charge, right?"
Hobbs asked several definite words in a row, and the entire surveillance center heard it clearly.
Feeling the strange atmosphere between the two, no staff member came forward to help the person in charge, but instead lowered his head.
Obviously, it is not just the fat man who caused the trouble, but everyone below was involved.
Those who can bribe the entire monitoring system and let all the government units in London work for him. I have to say that Sean's methods are quite awesome.
but.
It is highly likely that the rich people are a ghost, after all, there is a drug lord Braga who is not short of money behind them.
The fat man could handle the stinging pain in his hand, but no matter how he said it was just a matter of face, but Hobbs suddenly mentioned the traitor and pointed out the person in charge.
His heart was instantly panicked!
If an investigator really attracts him and finds out that he has tampered with him, it is not a matter of face, but a matter of going to jail.
He nodded quickly and said, "Yes, yes, this is too irritating, there must be some misunderstandings here."
"I want to obtain all your monitoring signals, all within range, and suggest...... I'll suspend your repair work this time, no problem."
Hobbs had already occupied the absolute momentum, and he did not forget to lower his fingers that ravaged the fat man again.
More or less personal emotions!
The fat man had been completely controlled, and he had completely lost his arrogant attitude at the beginning. He nodded wildly and said, "Okay, no problem, I will do what you do."
"Thank you very much for your help."
Hobbs smiled, revealing his teeth.
Black people have extra white teeth!
...
the next day.
A team of interpols arranged by Hobbs used a small plane to deport Brian, who had been arrested and wanted criminals, was sent back to the United States to Los Angeles, a big city on the west coast of the United States.
Looking at the familiar scene outside the window, Brian remembered what Long Zhan said before leaving.
"I've made you a fake identity there. Your name is not Brian. This allows you to do what you should do, but it's only 24 hours.
Fingerprint information will be entered tomorrow at 9 a.m., and your true identity will be reported at that time.
So before that, you must leave regardless of whether you have done what you should do, and the person I arranged will pick you up from prison.
Hobbs will arrange for an Interpol to take you back with a plane at the airport.
The whole process must be strictly correct, remember! Otherwise, you will bear the consequences at your own risk!”
"Get up, it's time to get off the plane."
The escort's words rang in his ears, interrupting Brian's memory, and got up and followed him towards the hatch.
Long Zhan asked Tucker to contact the police officer Reus to come to the airport runway in advance to wait.
As soon as the plane stopped on the runway, Reus drove his car to the next to the plane, looking at Brian, who was dressed in a prisoner's orange dress, and immediately grinned.
I couldn't help but tease, "This is such a coincidence. I didn't expect it to be you. My old guy, the orange clothes are very suitable for you."
Although Reus was the one Tucker contacted, he and Brian had known each other for a long time.
I was a police force in Los Angeles.
"I didn't expect to meet you again, and I met in this way." Brian seemed to remember the time, with a complicated smile.
"You are a wanted criminal, I am a policeman, I think this is good."
Reus took the documents handed over by the escort, signed a letter to indicate that he had received it, and then pulled Brian's handcuffs.
He said as he walked, "Tell me, you are running around the world and constantly looking for loopholes in the law, but why do you choose to be caught now?"
Reus knew that this time he was cooperating in a scene, but he didn't know the specific reason.
"What if I attribute part of the credit for seizing Sean?"
Brian's cake was very delicious. Reus didn't expect that he could get the rewards after making soy sauce. He grinned and said, "That couldn't be better."
Chapter completed!