Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 1241 Damn it, Heimdall! (Please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

Sean Blair got out of the car and looked up at the surrounding buildings.

"This guy avoids all the cameras. It's a nice place, easy to get in and out quickly."

This is an intersection, and the surrounding buildings are dense and not too high.

"It's easy to use the roof of the building. What does No. 44 do?"

He reported the suspicious-looking location to the command center and asked the other party to check the background of the building.

"No. 44 is a drug den. It was raided twice a year. It's so conspicuous."

"Where's No. 48?"

"It's a hotel run by immigrants."

"No. 52?"

"There is no lessor registration record, no criminal history and no bank statements."

"They were doing cash transactions and I went over there to check it out."

Although this method can be considered to have narrowed the scope of targets, the actual investigation still requires the most basic visits.

Michael Mason, who was in Apartment Building No. 52, was sorting out the money he had earned in the past two years, most of which was stolen money.

The wanted photo of him was now being shown on TV. Although the photo was quite blurry, he could still recognize himself.

He needed to run away immediately.

"Fuck...that **** bitch."

How did he know that there was a bomb in that bag? And now when he thought about walking two blocks with the bomb, he felt chills on his back.

I was so lucky not to die there.

After rolling all his belongings into rolls and tying them with tape, Michael Mason immediately picked up his bag and went out.

He lived on the top floor. As soon as he reached the stairs, he heard someone talking downstairs, "Have you seen this person before?"

Michael Mason looked down the stairs and saw a black man holding a photo and asking about a black aunt who lived here.

"I've seen him before. He lives on the top floor."

The black aunt reached out and pointed upward, and Michael Mason immediately retracted and leaned against the wall.

The black man looking for someone didn't look like a good person, and he was probably looking for him at this time.

Michael Mason didn't have time to think about it and immediately returned to the room, locked the door, opened the window and climbed to the roof.

He was going to climb over the vents and exhaust ducts and find an opportunity to get down from the other side of the building.

But it was obvious that he was not Spider-Man. When climbing the second flue, he fell directly from above and almost fell from the roof.

Fortunately, his good luck had not disappeared, allowing him to save another life.

But that's it, Sean Blair was looking at him affectionately through the window in the corridor.

Michael Mason got up and ran.

Sean Blair didn't need to look at the photo to know that this kid must be his target. He immediately kicked open the door in front of him and chased after him through the open window.

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Xu Chuan and his party were in Chinatown in District 13. The architectural style here seemed to bring people back to China.

He became friendly all of a sudden.

In a grocery store, Yuan Minghao picked out a semi-flexible sword for performance that weighed less than a kilogram.

Others, led by Zhao Yutong, are discussing how to celebrate Yuan Minghao's birthday. The day after tomorrow is the birthday of handsome Yuan.

Xu Chuan on the side was very impatient. NM was not a very familiar person, and he was not a full year old. He was celebrating his eighth birthday.

A bunch of people who don't even remember their parents' birthdays are so enthusiastic about celebrating the birthday of a person they have only known for a few days.

How hypocritical.

But as he said, the acting must be decent.

He sighed and said, "Well, looking at it this way, the fifth sister often celebrates her friends' birthdays."

Zhao Yutong said without thinking, "Yes, I have many friends, and they all come to me for their birthdays."

After saying this, she realized that it was Xu Chuan who said this.

And the other person's half-smiling expression made her always feel that what he said meant something.

However, after thinking for a long time, she couldn't figure out what hole the other party was digging.

At this time, Yuan Minghao and Song Qian had already paid and came out of the grocery store.

In order to ensure a sense of surprise, everyone immediately pretended that nothing happened.

Xu Chuan looked at the time and greeted everyone, "It's almost time. Let's go back and take a rest."

They were going out to see the night view of the Eiffel Tower at night, and if these celebrities didn’t change their large boxes of clothes, would they keep them to attract bugs?

The Paris subway system is indeed very convenient, except that it is expensive.

By the time they got back to the apartment, it was almost four o'clock in the afternoon.

"We rested for two and a half hours, and then went out to meet my second sister's friend, who invited me to dinner. After dinner, we went to the Eiffel Tower."

Xu Chuan made a six sign to everyone, "Let's set off on time at half past six. You all have to control your own time."

He can now see that as long as these people are not given time to die, they will definitely delay time to an outrageous level.

"Those who don't stick to time will find their own way to get there."

If someone else had said this, no one would believe it, but if this man said it, no one would doubt it.

And if you dare not to go, hehe, Young Master Xu has already gone. If you don’t go, are you brave?

As for the filming of the program, Xu Chuan didn't care at all. Not to mention that Mango Channel didn't dare to cut his part randomly, he didn't care even if it was broadcast like this.

"Okay, you should rest for a while."

Chen Zi and Song Qian pushed him back to the room. These two were probably the only ones who didn't take his words seriously.

In fact, no one had much time to rest, and a few people who paid more attention to tomorrow's performance had already started practicing their own programs.

The sound of Hulusi came intermittently from the opposite room.

On their side, Yuan Minghao also moved the coffee table away from the living room and danced his sword there.

It's a simple routine, not very skillful, and not very good-looking, but it's enough to deal with foreigners.

As for Rongzishan, he is already asleep.

Xu Chuan was sitting on the sofa and looking at the song scores that Xue La had given him, which was a very thick pile.

He gently hummed the notes on the music score. After reading for ten minutes, he raised his head and said with some surprise, Ouch, I wiped...

Then I quickly browsed through the other scores.

Well, he was pretty sure this woman could transition into a singer-songwriter.

Oh…

He smiled and said that no one in the American pop music industry is stupid.

The standard of her original album is really good and has her own style.

To be honest, he is better than Xu Chuan. He knows very well that those of his are copied. The occasional single may not be obvious, but if it is a whole album, you will find that his style is completely inconsistent.

Of course it's okay to have a variety of genres, but if you suddenly jump from folk to reggae, it will definitely feel weird.

So except for the two albums he had specially customized for Girls' Generation, most of the albums he released were singles.

Sheila's album is different. She writes and composes the lyrics and music herself. Some of the details may not be interesting, but it has a very strong personal style.

Oops, Xu Chuan was very pleased, with the expression on his face that an old father felt that his daughter had become something.

Well, there's something wrong with this metaphor, but that's what it means.

Just as I was thinking, I suddenly heard a gunshot from the building opposite.

"Bang..." He was so familiar with the sound of this 9mm ammunition that he rolled from the sofa to the floor almost as a reflex.

He took out his HK45 from the back of his waist and pushed the sofa towards the window.

At this time, Yuan Minghao didn't even realize that the sound was a gunshot.

But he was already stunned by the gun Xu Chuan casually pulled out.

Once again, I warned myself in my heart that I must not mess with the person in front of me. Apart from his status in China, this guy is really ready to fight at any time.

Xu Chuan did not remind the other party. He immediately contacted Fiennes using the walkie-talkie.

Of course his bodyguard heard the gunfire and was sending someone over to check.

"Pay attention to safety and give priority to calling the police."

As long as it's not directed at him, Xu Chuan doesn't need to meddle in other people's affairs.

He pointed at Yuan Minghao, who was still standing there, and asked him to bring over the mirror on the table.

That is the makeup mirror that Yuan Minghao always carries with him.

Yuan Minghao walked over, picked it up and gave it to Xu Chuan.

After taking it, Xu Chuan stretched the mirror out of the window and observed the situation in the apartment opposite from the mirror.

Even if you have never eaten pork...

Yuan Minghao immediately thought of the plots in various war movies, why did this look so like a sniper defense.

I wiped it, and Yuan Minghao reacted and immediately fell to the floor.

He looked up at Xu Chuan with a hint of resentment in his eyes, looking very dissatisfied with Xu Chuan for not reminding him.

Xu Chuan raised the gun in his hand at the other party, and Yuan Minghao immediately lowered his head.

Xu Chuan's sarcastic voice sounded from the opposite side, "Who do you think you are, that someone would use a sniper to deal with you?"

Well, although what Xu Chuan said was ugly, it seemed to make sense.

"BOSS, the danger is over, would you like to come over and take a look."

Fiennes's voice came over the intercom.

"I'll be right over, Over." Xu Chuan then got up from the ground.

This gunshot did not cause much confusion. After all, not everyone in the world hears gunshots every day like Americans.

Even in Europe, no matter how bad the security situation in Paris is, most ordinary people will regard the gunshot as the explosion of something, such as fireworks or something.

The security guard in the apartment across the street had run away and the door was open. I wonder if he went to call the police.

Fiennes' people were guarding downstairs. Xu Chuan followed them upstairs and saw a black man lying on the ground at the corner of the third and fourth floors.

"Dead?"

Fiennes shook his head, "I just fainted."

He asked someone to turn the black man over. After Xu Chuan saw the other party's appearance, he cursed in his heart, "Oh, Heimdall!"

Okay, what the **** is this plot?

Fiennes pointed to an open door above.

Xu Chuan walked over and took a look. It was an interrogation room that had been soundproofed. There were surveillance cameras installed from all angles outside, and it could also be used as a safe house.

Combined with the fact that Heimdall fainted outside, this couldn't be a CIA safe house.

Oh, this is so interesting.

On the floor of the interrogation room were two ropes cut with a knife, which seemed to have tied someone up.

From the looks of it, he must have broken away and ran away. If he could escape from Heimdall's hands and knock someone unconscious, he must be at the level of Thor.

If he remembered correctly, Thor seemed to be working as a mercenary...

Well, Master Xu's thinking is a little confused.

"BOSS, come and take a look at the surveillance."

A bodyguard has already walked to the monitoring room and retrieved the monitoring records.

Xu Chuan walked over, and then he saw the little thief from last night.

Then he must have guessed wrong before. Heimdall was interrogating only a little mouse.

It seems that the CIA also knows the suspect in yesterday's bombing.

This thief was really unlucky, but how did he break free from the rope and attack Heimdall?

The video sped up and continued playing, and then they found the answer.

Two people pretended to be couriers, knocked on the door, and then attacked Heimdall, and their target seemed to be the thief.

"What is this mess?"

Xu Chuan pointed at the two guys on the screen, "Take a photo and find out who they are?"

Then he said to Lynn Fiennes, "Call that guy named Victor."

The other party held the phone and nodded.

By the time the security chief arrived, the Paris police had cordoned off the place.

Of course, Xu Chuan and his party had already withdrawn, but Heimdall and the others did not care.

Victor Miguel glanced at the blocked building, and then at the apartment opposite where Xu Chuan and the film crew lived.

What a coincidence...

The people from Hua Shao Tuan were lying by the window watching the excitement. This kind of excitement is not often seen in China.

It was said that the previous sound was gunfire. Unexpectedly, just over a day after arriving in Paris, they experienced explosions and gun battles. This was so interesting.

There was no danger, so Xu Chuan did not stop them.

Knowing that the director had arrived, Xu Chuan went directly downstairs to explain what had happened before.

"You know, I don't want to cause trouble, but I also want to keep myself safe."

And Victor Miguel said, "In this case, it might be better to leave the problem to us."

Victor was really annoyed that these people broke into the scene.

"So, you, the security chief, know that the Americans have a secret interrogation room here?"

Xu Chuan didn't care what the other person thought, and he had felt that there was something wrong with this person before, so his first choice was to stimulate the other person.

Victor Miguel opened his mouth, not expecting that the other party would be so direct. This was a slap in his face.

His expression changed, but after thinking about the purpose of his visit, he decided to endure it.

"Okay, Mr. Grylls, I'm not here to talk to you about this."

"I want to know if you have done anything since you entered."

Xu Chuan shrugged, "I went in and took a look. There should be my fingerprints on that table."

"Where are the others?"

Xu Chuan shook his head directly, "Of course not."

Victor Miguel looked at Xu Chuan seriously, "I hope our communication this time is sincere."

"That's for sure."

Xu Chuan answered extremely sincerely.

His people had already processed the scene, and as for his fingerprints, which were left on purpose, nothing would look too suspicious.

As for the surveillance outside, it was sabotaged by the Americans and it has nothing to do with them.

If the French want to investigate the two guys pretending to be couriers, they only need to make a sketch with the security guard and adjust the surrounding surveillance.

As for the CIA interrogation room, it is estimated that the furious security director will soon go to investigate.

(End of chapter)