This is a café in Marseille, located in the Parnières district, the oldest part of the city. The Pen, Fun, Pavilion www.biquge.info Panier district used to be a neighborhood for the poor, immigrants and dockers. The streets here are still alive and well, with small squares, narrow alleys and steep steps being typical symbols here.

The Panier district has a southern urban scene. Every morning the cleaners turn on the street taps, and the streets are washed clean by water. It is also popular for maintaining its old streets.

There are more tourists, more fashionable people, and naturally cafes are indispensable. Here, there is a café called "Panini", which is popular among the locals. But it is also limited to a small group of people.

Hou Dasheng is now sitting in this café, in an extremely corner position. One of the features of this café is that it has maintained almost all of its décor since its opening more than 100 years ago. The other is its very special coastal character.

The old ship's plank, which is still engraved with what ship was removed. The name of the ship, the date of construction, the date of dismantling. Entire complete rudder, rudder rod, iron anchor...... Wait a minute. All this makes it extremely seaside.

"I said, why do service stations always have to be built in this kind of place?!" Hou Dasheng has changed his outfit now, and I saw that he was wearing a dark blue casual dress and a short chestnut ear-length hair. The nose is raised with silicone.

The eye sockets are loaded, and the pupils even turn brownish gray because of the change of contact lenses.

"Because this way, we can stay afloat even if we don't have much business." A typical French man with a short beard and deep blue eyes who looked like a shopkeeper smiled and brought Hou Dasheng a sandwich and a cup of coffee.

Then he held the tray around his waist and said with a smile: "After all, we don't have business very often, but the expenses of the site still need to be maintained." Okay, how can I help you?! ”

Hou Dasheng took a sip of coffee and couldn't help nodding. At least the coffee was pretty good, though he didn't like it very much. But after all, they have been messing around with the giant wolf and their gang of foreign devils for a long time, and they still have their own judgments on the quality of coffee. With the coffee here, Hou Dasheng concluded that the daily income of this shop would not be too bad.

"Hmm...... I need some information about the Tir family, including their boss, Basil. I need to know where he is, where he hangs out often, how many people are around, what gear he carries......"

Hou Dasheng put forward a large list of intelligence requests in one breath, and the store manager listened quietly to Hou Dasheng's request. After Hou Dasheng finished speaking, he sighed and looked at Hou Dasheng and said softly: "Sir, if nothing else, you are the jackal's cook, right?" ”

Nodding, Hou Dasheng did not deny it. The store manager tapped his fingers on the tray he was holding in both hands, and sighed: "We have the information over there at TIR." But lately the country has been hiding in Basil and we need time. ”

"How long?!"

"Three days."

Hou Dasheng nodded, but this is also as it should be. After all, the major gangs in Marseille have indeed moved more recently, and those originally high-profile characters are now tending to be low-key, and even many of them are hiding. What I'm afraid of is being killed.

So, it's going to take a bit of effort to dig up Basil. You know, even local gangs like Redmania haven't been able to dig up Basil. It can be seen how deep he is hidden.

But Hou Dasheng never doubted the ability of the service station. Since the stationmaster said that he could dig out Basil, then he would definitely be able to dig Basil out.

"How much?!" Hou Dasheng asked the stationmaster, but the latter shook his head: "No, this time it's not a matter of collecting money. We need a port, and TIR has exactly one under their banner. ”

"Of course, we're not trying to take control of their ports or swallow their shares. It's just that sometimes we need this port to do something, and they need to lend us the whole port. ”

saw the stationmaster and said softly: "They can continue to do what they need to do on weekdays, and we will notify them in advance when we need it." And they need to give up the port to us during the time period we have set. ”

"I can't make any decisions about this, I just thought I had to pay at first." Hou Dasheng frowned and said, "I need to communicate with them." ”

The stationmaster made a gesture of pity, then got up and headed back to the bar. Like the waiters in any other café, no one can see the difference.

"Intelligence takes three days. They don't want your money, but they need your port. Hou Dasheng quickly called the people in Redmania: "It's not that I want your shares directly, but they will communicate with you before they need it." At the appointed time, it is enough to temporarily hand over the port to them. In normal times, the port is still yours. ”

The man on the other end of the line was silent for a moment before he said, "We may need to think about this, after all, if they go to Marseille to transport something terrible." Once we are involved, it will be a huge trouble. ”

"Okay, I think you can send someone to communicate directly with them." Hou Dasheng spread his hands helplessly and said, "I just need time to prepare some things." But don't delay too long, I have other things to do. ”

The person on the other end of the line responded, "Okay, we'll talk to them ourselves." After confirming the cooperation, we will provide you with information as soon as possible. After all, we also hope that this matter will be resolved sooner rather than later. ”

Subsequently, Hou Dasheng did not return to the hotel. Instead, they took a map and pretended to be a tourist and started walking around the city. Truth be told, Marseille is a nice city.

Notre-Dame de Garde, the symbol of Marseille, is built on a hill 150 meters high. If you get there and look closely, there is a golden gilded statue of the Virgin Mary with a height of 9.7 meters above the main building of the cathedral.

It is said that the glittering statue of Our Lady can be seen from any angle in Marseille, and the cathedral has become a symbol of Marseille. Hou Dasheng is not actually interested in this statue of the Virgin. He was interested in the winding streets of the neighborhood.

Complex street roads, this is the best location for people to avoid tracking. Hou Dasheng was a little interested, like ordinary tourists, wandering around these alleys and streets. It wasn't until late evening that almost half of Marseille had been measured with his feet.

Hou Dasheng returned to the hotel. And at this time, he also received a call from Redmania.

"In three days, you will be able to get the information when you go to the service station." The person on the other end of the line was visibly tired, and this could be heard in his voice: "Friend, you have a week to deal with this. ”

Hou Dasheng shrugged his shoulders and said, "After the information arrives, I need two days to sort it out." A week's time, almost. ”

"Okay, you can contact us if you need anything." The other party said so, but Hou Dasheng had no intention of contacting them. His whereabouts are related to Hou Dasheng's own safety. Hou Dasheng did not have the habit of putting his own safety in the hands of people he didn't know.

Even Redmania didn't know that Hou Dasheng had already used his current face and new identity to open another room opposite the room Redmania had opened for himself.

And the room that Redmania opened for him, he still goes every day to create some feelings of being occupied. But in fact, the place where he really stayed was in this new room he opened. Without him, it's safe.

"Click~Click~!" Hou Dasheng took out the parts of the gun from the box in his luggage. After carefully examining it, he assembled the gun. Hou Dasheng takes good care of his gun, and every accessory flashes with the luster of gun oil, with the unique taste of grease.

There was no way to test the gun here, but the familiarity that came from feeling the gun Hou Dasheng confirmed that he could use this gun to kill any target at a distance that he was good at. Buckling the gun and bullets with special pins, Hou Dasheng got under the bed.

There is a considerable distance between the bottom of the bed and the mattress. Hou Dasheng buckled the gun all over the mattress under the bed. I tried it with my hand and made sure that it was fixed well and would not fall off. He left from under the bed satisfied.

The curtains in the room are drawn at all times. Hou Dasheng occasionally used a telescope to observe the outside through the curtains. After making the bed messy as if someone was sleeping on it, Hou Dasheng hid in the big closet.

The wardrobe is so large that it can even accommodate an adult to lie in. Hou Dasheng is in it now. Although it is a little narrow, at least you can sleep. Lying down slowly inside, Hou Dasheng began to think about whether he had missed something.

Hou Dasheng has not been a professional killer, but he has been a professional hunter. The principle of the two professions is similar. Both need to hunt, the difference is that the hunter is a hunting animal. The killer, on the other hand, hunts his own kind.

Hunting animals, you need to cover your breath in the places where they haunt and wait quietly and patiently for the opportunity. Hunters, too. The difference is that people are more cunning and more safety-conscious. And the danger of hunting is higher.

In three days, Hou Dasheng touched almost the entire Marseille. And the service provider also sent relevant intelligence information on time.

"In two days, Basile will appear at the Opéra Sérère de Marseille." It's still the old coffee shop, it's still the manager. He put down his coffee in front of Hou Dasheng and said softly, "He will enjoy the opera there with a councillor, who is now in Corsica." There was a special person there to protect him, and he lived in seclusion. ”

"So, basically you only have that chance in two days." The shopkeeper's voice was soft: "He will be protected by a group of bodyguards of fifteen people." The good news is that they don't have any heavy weapons. The bad news is that his car is level 4 bulletproof. (To be continued.) )