Hugh took out his military tablet, connected to the spy satellite network, and called up the agent's special electronic map in his neighborhood, only to see a red dot flashing on the map, and the red dot marked the name of the secret service agent, Bruno.

"We're almost there, not far ahead." Hugh turned off his tablet and, with Katyusha, walked into the depths of the Champs-Élysées.

On a summer morning in Paris, the wind is mild and the wind is blowing, and the lush trees on both sides of the Champs-Élysées are waving in the wind, bringing people a comfortable feeling.

The streets of Parisian buildings are occupied by large and small open-air cafés and French restaurants, and large parasols are placed on the sidewalks, where leisurely tourists sit and savor the coffee and food served by the waiters.

The two shuttled along the Champs-Élysées. Looking at the gentle and quiet Seine River, with its yellow-green plane trees lined up on both sides, and schools of small-tailed fish swimming in the clear water, the Seine River is like a jade belt, quietly flowing through the city of Paris. A sightseeing tour ship is carrying several foreign tourists with sun umbrellas, sailing from far and near, and the shutter of digital cameras and the sound of admiration are heard from time to time on board. Katyusha couldn't help but think of the famous saying: "Paris is beautiful because of the Seine." ”

Before they knew it, they had come to their destination, a French young man wearing a baseball cap, a mustache, and a dark blue tracksuit suit, sipping a latte in an open-air café next to the building, put down the newspaper in his hand, and walked towards them: "You are Hugh and Katyusha, look up for a long time, my name is Bruno, welcome to Paris, my hometown, my superiors have ordered me to wait for you here, you have come from afar to work hard." The young man took the luggage from the hands of the two.

"Thank you, because of our mission, you bothered." Hugh greeted Katyusha with a smile, and the three of them walked towards the building behind them.

It is an old five-storey building built in the 18th century, which has undergone several major maintenance works and has been renovated into a townhouse, and the mottled marks left by the years are still visible on the walls.

Stepping on the antique European-style corridor, the three of them came to an apartment door on the fourth floor.

"The door is equipped with a fingerprint lock recognition system, and the information of the two of you has been entered, and the door can be opened with the thumb of your right hand." The young man dropped his luggage by the door and motioned for Hugh to try it.

Hugh walked to the door, and the young man's voice sounded again: "This is a bulletproof door, and the grenade can't be exploded, and if you want to get in, you have to go through the wall." ”

"Very well thought out." Hugh pressed his thumb to the fingerprint panel, and with a crisp snap of the lock cylinder, the door opened back.

Inside is a set of 70 square meters of two-bedroom and one-bedroom small room, retaining the European Renaissance decoration style and furniture, Bruno walked forward, casually introduced: "I have wronged you, there is only such a large space in this place." The intelligence room and the equipment room were combined into one room, right next to the bedroom. Because it is in the downtown area, the weapons are not equipped with heavy firepower, only portable knives, pistols and miniature submachine guns, as well as body armor. Medical first aid supplies are in the bedroom closet. The bathroom ceiling is movable and leads to vents that can be evacuated as a safe passage. Out of respect for historical artifacts, there are no detonating devices in the room. The parking lot is underground, and then, your car is two BMW motorcycles. Bruno threw over a bunch of car keys.

"Motorcycles?" Hugh raised his hand to catch the key, his expression embarrassed.

"Trust me, you're going to love it in a city with narrow neighborhoods, easy traffic jams, and hard parking." The young man said confidently.

"By the way, there are also 10 new bullets, and the warhead contains a bee-eye sensor, which can effectively track the enemy when it hits the target." Bruno pulled a handful of bullets from his pocket.

Hugh reached out and caught it, "I like this." ”

"Goodbye, feel free to contact me if you need to, be on call." After saying that, he turned around and left.

Hugh walked to the living room window, opened it, and the noisy atmosphere and fresh air outside came to his face.

Katyusha took out two cans of Nestle sugar-free coffee from the refrigerator in the living room and threw one to Hugh: "Do you want to go out for a ride on a BMW?" "

"Good proposal, it's rare to come here, it's a pity not to enjoy the scenery." Hugh took a big sip, and the feeling of being refreshing and refreshing swept away the fatigue. "Bring your gear and be prepared." Hugh turned his gaze to the equipment room.

Half an hour later, the two changed into jeans, and each tied a Glock 41 pistol with a muffler and equipped with an infrared aiming device at the calf, with a magazine that can hold 13 rounds, with high precision, low recoil, small trigger pull, easy to use, especially suitable for urban combat environments; Carrying six Glock 41 spare magazines, two body armor, and military goggles, the backpack headed for the underground parking lot.

At this time, Garnett sent a mission prompt: "Today is the weekend, and at this time of the week, the Doctor will drive his family from his home on the outskirts of the city to the Place de la Concorde in Paris for a walk, to the concert hall in the square, to accompany his wife to watch the opera performance at half past ten in the morning, and at noon, to dine nearby, this is a good opportunity to get to know each other, don't miss it." ”

"What a good man who takes care of his family, why don't we go buy two tickets and feel the artistic atmosphere of France." Katyusha's proposal was quickly echoed by Hugh.

The two went to the underground parking lot under the Champs-Élysées, stepped onto a powerful BMW motorcycle, and drove towards the Place de la Concorde with the roar of the engine.

Hugh and Katyusha drove to the Place de la Concorde, parked their motorcycles in the shade of the trees on the edge of the square, and walked to the ticket office of the concert hall, Hugh took out a stack of euro change and handed it to the conductor: "Two musicals for half past ten in the morning." ”

"I'm sorry, but all the tickets for the morning show have been sold out, do I need to change to the afternoon tickets?" The conductor smiled apologetically.

"No need, thank you!" Hugh turned and walked towards Katyusha.

Katyusha looked at her watch, it was nine o'clock in the morning: "They should now take a walk in a corner of the Place de la Concorde, we can go to the Eiffel Tower, where the view is wide and it is easy to see them." Katyusha patted the military binoculars in her backpack.

"I think the same way, there is a tacit understanding." The two walked to the yellow sightseeing elevator at the bottom of the Eiffel Tower, accompanied by a group of enthusiastic tourists, and took off to the top of the Eiffel Tower together, with a panoramic view of the beautiful scenery of Paris, the quiet Seine River, the magnificent Fontainebleau Palace in the distance, the simple and elegant Paris Opera, and the nearby Arc de Triomphe; In the distance, a flock of doves of peace buzzed around the square in the sun, and the crowd under the tower was only the size of ants, shuttling back and forth, and two capital mounted policemen on tall brown and chestnut horses, a man and a woman, patrolled back and forth around the square side by side.

Hugh put on his military binoculars and searched for the back of the Doctor's family. His gaze gradually drew to a fountain at the edge of the square, where a black Renault sedan was parked, and in it sat two burly men in black suits and sunglasses, whose eyes never took off the entrance to the concert hall, arousing Hugh's suspicions.

At this moment, a man in the same attire with three cups of ice cream in his hand left a dessert shop, walked through the square, and walked in the direction of the black Renault sedan, and when he was about to get to the car, a puddle of pigeon droppings fell from the sky, which landed impartially on a drink in his hand, causing him to complain dissatisfied, and angrily threw it to the ground.

He handed the remaining two glasses to his companion in the car, and the two looked back, only shrugged helplessly, and after taking them, they still stared in the direction of the concert hall for a moment.