McBus fiddled with the live photos on the table, his eyes were scarlet, he had not rested for nearly 25 hours, he felt that his heart was beating violently, he was under too much pressure, there were already people in Paris who were dissatisfied with his efficiency, rumors, and began to discuss whether he was suitable for this position.

He can't fall...

McBako still remembers the scene where the previous director died in his home in Berlin, he was tied to a chair, stabbed more than a dozen times, and his throat was cut......

Mai Bus is too familiar with this series of methods, and the methods of the capitalists have never been changed for thousands of years!

Sitting in this position, people may be afraid of you, but when you come down, it is not so much that people take tea and cool down, but that people die and the lights go out.

"Knock knock." Suddenly three knocks on the door pulled Mai Ba's soul back, and his body tensed, but then his shoulders loosened, his rough hands wiped his face, and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse, "Come in." ”

Horace pushed the door in, stood in front of McBus with a solemn face and a stack of documents in his hand, "Director, the identity of the deceased has been ascertained. ”

"Holman . Bagman. Jones, 57, of mixed American and German descent, served in the 1st Brigade of the 11th Air Assault Division of the U.S. Army, fought in the Vietnam War, and after the war, served as a logistics officer at Maxson & Company. Horace pulled out a yellowed photograph from the document and handed it to McBus, who took it, and saw a young soldier wearing an old American military uniform, with a braided straw ring on his head, an M-16 automatic rifle in his hand, and a Mike 26 on his waist, and the corpse of a dead enemy soldier under his feet, with a little "shyness" on his face.

McBus threw the picture on the table, crossed his hands, walked behind the chair, looked at his right-hand man, and said with a headache, "Horace, don't tell me, what use can you use if you find such a clue?" ”

"Of course not, I found a clue." With a smile on his face, Horace covered his tiredness slightly, and couldn't wait to take a step forward, "Director, you asked me to merge all the cases together, and I found that these victims are all directly or indirectly related to one person. ”

"Oh? Who! McBus was finally interested, and his instinct told himself that there must be something wrong with it.

"Gao Jun! An Asian, whom we looked up, is a... The arms dealer, who was once wanted by Interpol and was later removed from the list at the strong request of the Spanish government, is an extremely dangerous figure who is still engaged in arms trafficking in Africa, according to information from DST. Moreover, he was one of the injured in the previous shooting on Shesirt Street. Horeston paused, and then his tone was full of speculation, "I can't rule out that these cases are related to him." ”

Maibus was surprised for a while, but he was accustomed to it, who is not in the metropolis of Paris?

How many maggots are hidden in the bustling background, murderers, psychopaths, and so on, and there are countless of them, and it is not a big deal to jump out of an arms dealer once in a while, of course, if a bad incident really happens, this kind of person will have a special department to deal with.

Of course, McBus will not want Gao Jun because of Horace's words, he twisted his eyebrows, and his fingers lightly tapped the table, this action made the smile on the latter's face gradually retract, and his heart suddenly went up and down, and when he felt that the atmosphere became wrong, McBus finally spoke, "Have you found out what he came for?" ”

Horace breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly replied, "I haven't found out the specifics, but according to his recent traces, he mainly haunts Parisian high society, and I heard that he once had a good conversation with the Prince of Spain, in the Louvre." ”

"Really?"

Mai Bushi whispered to himself, raised his eyebrows, and slowly raised his head, "Send someone to keep an eye on him, don't startle the snake, and—" he stretched out his hand and emphasized, "No provocative behavior is allowed without my orders." ”

"And what if he finds out about us and acts aggressively?" Horace worried, this possibility is not impossible, the ordinary police in Paris is a dangerous profession, in the whole of last year alone, nearly thirty people died! On average, one person is sacrificed in ten days...

Many suspects will make almost suicidal resistance, Horace has seen his classmates with his own eyes, dragged to death by gangsters in a car, the blood stains are just scratching all the way, from that time on, he understands, don't do it!

"Of course, when necessary, life matters!" McBus stared, he didn't expect the other party to ask such a stupid question, and he cursed.

Horace was scolded by the bloody dog, smiled stupidly, and pointed to the door, "Director, that's okay, I'll arrange it." ”

"Well, go ahead." Mai Bus waved his hand and looked down at the information and said.

Horace slowly exited the door, walked back to his office with his hands behind his back, closed the door, closed the curtains, sat on the table, and couldn't wait to call Emory, as soon as he connected, he covered his mouth, "Hey, Mr. Emory, you have the information......

When the policemen outside saw Horace close the door and curtains, they exchanged some curiosity with each other.

"Hey, what do you think the pig is doing? locked yourself in, was you scolded by the director? A short black man propped his hands on the table and whispered, this gossip theme was the most listened to, and a group of people gathered around him in an instant.

"Scolded? I don't think so, he's so thick-skinned, I think he's definitely doing something bad. A policewoman with glasses on the side interjected, her eyes a little ambiguous, "When I went to help him tidy up his office last time, do you know what he was doing?" ”

"What for?"

This topic successfully aroused curiosity, and the big guy hurriedly asked.

“masturbation！” The policewoman speaks French.

"Even..." everyone was in an uproar, and then they looked at each other and laughed, and the black man who spoke first laughed very obscenely, shaking two eyebrows, "What kind of smell?" ”

The policewoman lifted up and kicked, "Get out of here, you one"

A bunch of people laughed and laughed, laughing at the blacks.

……

"Thank you very much, Officer Horace." Emory laughs and says, "I've got a bunch of fine cigars from Cuba and we're going to play a round of golf tomorrow?" Got time? ”

Horace smiled with satisfaction and nodded, "Of course, I will definitely arrive." ”

After talking for about five or six minutes, the two hung up the phone, and Horace finally hummed the music triumphantly, but he knew that Emery was a rich man, and he would definitely not treat him badly.

He was very satisfied with taking out the pistol from the drawer, stuffing it into the pouch, and walked out of the office, the expression on his face suddenly retracted, and became very serious, "First and second groups, bring weapons and follow me." ”

“Yes， sir.！”

Seven or eight men and women are busy, and in Europe and the United States, women are generally allowed to go out to perform tasks, for them, women are used as men, men are used as animals, and capitalist oppression is everywhere, of course, provided that these women get full honors in the assessment.

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