"What did you shoot?" Victor asked with some trepidation, silently praying in his heart not to make other messes, but unfortunately things are often like this, the more you pray, the more the truth is the opposite of what you hoped, took the photo, and at first glance saw a William wearing a hat and black-rimmed glasses,

"It's, it's", Victor looked at his assistant in disbelief, "God, don't tell me it's who I think is!"

The assistant shrugged, "That's right, it's him."

"Hell, block this news immediately, if Kellner-Bakken knows, maybe I'll have to go home to retire", Victor angrily threw down the photo and sat on his office chair, "Why is this guy in Paris, hasn't he been in New York some time ago?"

"I had people check the entry documents, and three days ago William Devonhill and a 20-year-old girl named Jesse Barrett arrived in Paris on his private jet and stayed in a detached villa at 18 Champs-Élysées".

"Number eighteen?" asked Victor, after a few seconds of thought, "I remember that villa wasn't the house of Marco Kans, the chairman of the Kans Group?

The assistant asked unexpectedly, "You don't know?" Seeing that the boss was at a loss, the assistant explained, "Marco Kans's deceased wife is the sister of the Grand Duke of Devon, and the relationship between the Grand Duke of Devon and William Devon Hill does not need to be said."

"Hell relatives, these upper-class people can casually get involved in a bunch of kinship", Victor shook his head helplessly after hearing this, 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 and didn't find the information of this bald head, but after the guys below investigated the scene, combined with the picture of the surveillance video,

We suspect that this guy is likely going to Morris Square and connecting with Ricks, an intelligence trafficker who was killed on the spot."

After that, the assistant turned on the TV and put a disc into the player.

Looking at the two handbags and teddy bears of similar styles, Victor shouted in his heart, 'Hell', such a coincidence could happen, and helplessly looked at Michael Mason's photo and said, "Except for William Devonhill, everything else will be reported to C1A to see if they can find out something."

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

Half an hour later, in the office building of C1A in Paris, Director Karen, who received the news, walked into the monitoring room quickly, clapped his hands, attracted everyone's attention, and pinned the photos of Christmas and Michael Mason to the whiteboard on the wall with a thumbtack,

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

"Understood".

Michael Mason, who was just a pickpocket, didn't take much time, and the information soon appeared on the monitor, "Michael Mason, born in Las Vegas, is a thousand-year-old professional,

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

After listening to the introduction, Karen couldn't help but shake her head and wondered, "How can such a pickpocket-old person be a suicide bomber?"

The men were also a little confused, but the video from the scene showed that Mason had detonated the bomb without any coercion, "who knows what this bastard has been through in eighteen months."

Unable to find a reason for a while, Karen could only let go of Mason's matter first, and asked instead, "What about the identity of the other person?"

"Sorry, head", one of his subordinates sitting in front of the computer raised his hand, "this guy's information is confidential, our authority is not enough, only people from the headquarters can find out".

"How is that possible?" Karen looked at his subordinates in surprise, "We're a director-level substation."

"But I really can't find it," his subordinates shrugged helplessly, "Either this guy is our own man, or he is a subordinate of a very high-ranking person in our ally."

Karen also understood this reason, looking at Christmas when she rushed to the explosion point in the monitor and snatched half of the burned data, Karen muttered softly, "Who are you? What kind of information is that information?

"Head, look at this, look at this", shouted one of his men, "this guy has appeared on the Champs-Élysées".

"How is that possible?" Karen immediately looked to the caller, recognising the bald-headed Christmas at a glance, standing in the corner of the wall of a villa on the Champs-Élysées staring at the street.

Karen thought for a few seconds and said to a big black man standing not far from her, "Sean, you go and arrest this guy secretly", and then reminded, "There is still a day and a half before the big celebration, and at this time, don't move the gun if you can."

"Understood", Sean Brill 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, then handed a paper bag to the driver, and turned away.

Seeing this, without Karen commanding, someone shouted, "FK, find out who the owner of this villa is?"

Within a few minutes, the information was quickly found out, and Karen looked at the photo of William on the computer monitor, "Hell, how could it be this guy."

Staring at William's photo, Karen didn't know what to do for a while, and after thinking about it, she could only go to the 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 that if there is no conclusive evidence, don't touch William, it's best to secretly arrest Christmas who sent the information first.

The boss has an order, and Karen can't do it even if she doesn't want to get into trouble, but unfortunately, Christmas is not the mercenary she used to be, and the civilian clothes she wears are not only bulletproof, but also effective in slowing down 30% of the impact.

This made Sean Brill, who was doing it with Christmas, very passive, more than a dozen punches on Christmas, Christmas didn't even frown, and he couldn't bear it soon after a dozen punches, and he didn't go through a dozen rounds before he was beaten down by Christmas, and his hands were cuffed to an iron pipe.

Looking at Sean Brill's papers, Christmas pulled out a gun and pointed it at Sean's head, angrily, "Are you a human or a ghost?"

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

Covering his ears, he put away his gun, and said with Sean by the collar, "Don't get in the way of me, or I'll kill you directly next time I meet you."

Looking at the Christmas leaving, Sean breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was a C1A person and did not extinguish his mouth, it means that he should not be an enemy, but the sentence that is a human or a ghost makes Sean very vigilant.

Does this mean that the bald head just now suspected that there was an inner ghost on his side?8)