The World of American Drama: From the Los Angeles Patrol

Chapter 914 Albanian Gang

The sirens of French police cars are quite unique, with a prolonged two-tone alternation, which is different from the single high-pitched sinusoidal variation of American sirens.

In a certain large Eastern country, people should have heard both types of sirens in real life, because the police cars and fire trucks there use American sirens, while ambulances use European ones.

Hearing the sirens in the distance getting closer and closer, Frank couldn't help but urge in a low voice, "We should retreat."

"Done." Jack used his mobile phone to take a picture of a tattoo of a star and a moon on the base of a corpse's right hand. It was the guy who spoke Albanian and was hiding behind the stairs.

"No body was found, and there were no signs of digging in the garden at the back. There were no signs that someone had been locked up in the bedroom on the second floor." Brian's face looked a little better, at least not as dark as before.

"Let's go, I should be able to find out where they are." Jack put away his phone and glanced around to confirm that there was no obvious evidence left. It was obviously too late to deal with the bodies, so he left it to the French police to deal with.
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"What do you mean they are not there?" Cassel, who had been waiting anxiously in the safe house, saw the three people returning empty-handed, and his voice trembled a little.

"Volkov committed suicide. The whereabouts of the two girls are unknown. They must have been transferred away in advance." Frank leaned dejectedly on the sofa, too lazy to clean the blood off his body.

Seeing Cassel pulling his hair in pain again, Jack felt that he should give him some advice to prevent him from following in his father's footsteps too early.

"Although Volkov did not reveal the whereabouts of Alexis and Kim before his death, I have a rough idea of ​​what he did."

After he discovered that among the militants there were several Albanian-speaking guys in addition to Russians and Arabs, he realized that this plot was probably a crossover to "Taken".

Combined with the part where Sarah, who was released, cried to her mother about the physical examination, I'm afraid Volkov never intended to release the two girls, especially Alexis, from the beginning.

Unfortunately, they did not expect that Volkov would have such a backup plan. They were too ruthless when they broke into the villa and left no one alive.

I don’t know how much psychological trauma Frank caused to Volkov. He was even prepared that even if he might not be able to kill him with his own hands, he would still make the other party suffer for the rest of his life.
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Under the surprised gazes of the three people, Jack parroted a series of difficult pronunciations into the phone that even he himself didn't understand.

"Yes, that's roughly what it says. It should be in Albanian. Help me find an expert. I want to know which dialect the other party speaks. I've also sent you a tattoo pattern. Please help me identify which gang it belongs to."

After hanging up the phone, he reached out to Frank again, "Jubal will reply soon. Give me Volkov's phone number."

The old guy's cell phone is troublesome. It doesn't use fingerprint or facial recognition, but a password to lock the screen. However, this is not a problem for Justin who is far away on the West Coast.

After connecting the phone to Jack's laptop via an adapter cable, she remotely took less than half an hour to crack and copy all the information on the phone.

They were busy until dawn. Jack woke up Frank and Brian. Cassel didn't sleep at all, but considering that he would not be able to help with anything later, no one forced him to shut down this time.

“Volkov had several Albanians under his command, and judging by the dialect they used and the tattoos on their bodies, combined with the call records and messages in his phone, the girls were handed over to a group of gangsters from Tropoja.

It was probably yesterday afternoon, when we killed four of his men in the woods."

Albania is the strange little country that a certain "Tongliao rat spirit" calls famous for building bunkers all over the country. Before the upper class of Ukraine sold out their country, this small Balkan country has always been firmly at the top of the list of the poorest countries in Europe. Tropoja is located in the northernmost part of Albania, in a mountainous area in the poorest and most remote area of ​​this poor little country.

"The boss of this Albanian gang is called Mark Ocha. This gang specializes in human trafficking, targeting young women. Their usual practice is to traffic women from their own country and the former Yugoslavia to Western Europe.

In name, they are introduced to be nannies, but in reality, once they arrive at the place, they are forced to become addicted to drugs and then controlled to engage in various pornographic industries.

Then they gradually targeted single women traveling to Paris because it was more cost-effective and saved the risk and expense of smuggling."

The information Jack mentioned came from DGSE and DGSI, namely the French Directorate-General for External Security and the Directorate-General for Homeland Security. These two departments are a bit like the CIA and FBI in the United States, but the conflicts between them are much more acute.

He had a very deep memory of the "Taken" series, especially the first one. Under his guidance, Justin directly hacked into the databases of the two intelligence departments and found the relevant information in just half a night.

Hearing this, Cassel's eyes were filled with despair.

"How much time do we have left?" Frank asked with gritted teeth.

Jack checked the time. "72 hours at most. It's been almost 14 hours now. The good news is that they don't keep beautiful and virgin girls. Instead, they sell them off.

Judging from the current situation, Alexis and Kim should not suffer any torture before reaching the real buyer. "

"Thank God, Alexis still hasn't had a boyfriend." Cassel's heart was half relieved, he covered his face and almost cried out loud.

In comparison, Brian's expression was a little complicated. If his ex-wife had not divorced him and remarried a wealthy man, his daughter would not be able to live the life she has now and attend a church school with strict management.

Of course, there is no such thing as ifs. There is no point in thinking about it. Even if the girls have been insulted, what they should do is to find a way to rescue them as soon as possible.

Jack marked an address on the computer, "The 10th District, Paradise Street. This gang is hiding in a residential building there. I didn't find a photo of the gang leader Mark Ocha. We can't do it like we did last night."

"I have some connections in France, leave it to me." Brian was about to stand up, but was held down by Jack, "It's better not to do this."

“I don’t know whether your connections in France are reliable, but since they dare to kidnap tourists so brazenly in Paris, it is impossible that they don’t have any support.

This human trafficking industry chain has existed since the Cold War, from Albanians, Romanians, North African immigrants to today's Russian gangs. It would not have been possible to develop to this day without the tacit approval of the upper echelons. You should know more about this than I do."

It's not clear whether Brian understands Jack or not, but he has remembered the plot in the original play that alludes to the French upper class in this regard.

Even if there was no movie "Taken", some of the extremely disgusting things that happened after the upheaval in Eastern Europe in the previous life had been circulated on the Internet through some underground videotapes, and there were even comics that depicted related plots.

(End of this chapter)