Entertainment Starting From Operation Red Sea

Chapter 1250 Who is this woman? (Please collect, recommend, and vote monthly)

As soon as this news was sent out, the whole of Paris became increasingly chaotic.

But this time it's not just the streets of Paris that are in chaos.

And that group of RAID, they finally realized that their website was controlled by someone.

Rafite Bertrand was a little confused and frightened. His people had no idea when this started.

Does this mean someone already knows their purpose?

The phone in his pocket immediately rang, and there was an angry voice on the other side.

"What the **** are you doing, you bastard?"

Rafite Bertrand didn't care about the other party's tone, "Boss, we didn't do this. It seems that someone hacked the website. We have deleted the video. Didn't you guarantee that this website is absolutely safe?" "

The other party was silent for a while, and then said in a low voice, "Send the final message immediately, let those madmen go where they should go, and then destroy the server immediately."

"Understood."

After hanging up the phone, Rafite Bertrand immediately asked his men around him to implement the final plan.

Their final order was to attack the Central Bank of France.

As for whether there will really be an explosion, that's beyond their control. If there is, it doesn't seem to matter.

Now the arrow is on the line. Even if those who hacked their website want to use them to do something, Raffi Bertrand cannot stop this plan.

His men issued the final instructions, and the small bosses at all levels controlled by them would send the targets to their respective downlines.

Of course, some people will see this website directly, and that is not something they need to care about.

Delete the data on the server, then pour gasoline on the device and set it on fire.

"Tomorrow, we can go abroad and enjoy life directly."

Although there was a hint of gloom in Rafite Bertrand's heart, he was still very confident in his subsequent actions.

After all, his boss is the director of the Security Bureau.

But none of them seemed to notice that the website that was supposed to disappear when the server was destroyed was restored in less than ten minutes.

…

The lights were brightly lit in the Security Bureau headquarters.

After hanging up the phone, Victor Miguel cursed angrily, these guys really can't do anything well.

Let them blow up the government building, and they bombed the red light district.

I went to silence him, but let the woman run away.

Go catch the thief and stab the CIA back room.

Fortunately, the thief died in the end, and now the website has been hacked.

No wonder RAID funding is being cut, these losers.

Fortunately, their plan has come to an end.

Then his phone rang, and Victor Miguel really couldn't think of anyone who could call him in the middle of the night.

When I answered the call, I found Karen at the CIA intelligence station on the other side.

It was half past two in the middle of the night. If he hadn't known that the other person was gay, he would have thought that he was interested in him.

"Karen, what's wrong so late?"

The two of them knew each other very well and had worked together before the war in Libiya.

"Let's meet in the morning. I have some information that I want to share with you in person."

Faced with these words, Victor Miguel was shocked. He was worried whether his plan would be discovered by the CIA.

However, he still inquired in a calm tone, "What can't we talk about on the phone? I'm really busy here."

"We'll meet at the same place tomorrow morning at six o'clock."

Karen's tone seemed to be that she didn't want to talk more and hung up the phone.

This made Victor Miguel almost smash the phone.

Then there was a knock on his office door and his assistant came in. "They issued new instructions, this time from the central bank."

This is what he ordered Raffi Bertrand to do, which is of course not surprising.

He stood up and said without any hesitation, "I'll go take a look."

Dozens of intelligence officers in the command center are monitoring the situation throughout Paris.

Including monitoring systems, transportation, and communications, especially some important nodes are within their monitoring scope.

The website was displayed on one of the monitors.

Victor Miguel looked at the picture above calmly, and then discovered that the video that was supposed to be deleted was still there.

He frowned, mentally complaining about Rafite Bertrand's work attitude.

"Sir, the website is down."

At this time, a technician raised his hand and said, after refreshing again, the website could not be opened at all.

Victor Miguel nodded silently, that's okay.

"Now who can tell me how many people have seen this message?"

"At least 5,000 people flooded the website in the twenty minutes from when the news was posted to when it went offline."

"The number of people who can determine their location and identity is handed over to the Paris police. This number is still acceptable."

You must know that many people who follow this website are from outside the country, even from abroad. Excluding these local Parisians, the number of people is probably about 3,000.

But not all of these people will go to the streets to protest, which will reduce the number by half.

"How's the media doing?"

They are also following this website, and there is no news control now. Of course, these media have already published the news.

Then it's not a question of five thousand people.

"Monitor all communications and find all the instigating radicals."

This is why the security agency has not controlled the network. The whole thing was planned by them.

Use undercover agents lurking around these radicals to incite them to clash with the police, so that all these unstable factors can be arrested.

But the French leaders did not realize that this matter had been taken advantage of.

And Victor Miguel and Rafi Bertrand are actually just minor players in this incident.

Otherwise, how could the two of them make the entire French security department and several major intelligence agencies sit back and watch the chaos in Paris.

It’s just that during this period, Raffi Bertrand had some ideas of his own, and Victor Miguel also felt that this was a good opportunity to make a lot of money.

"Strengthen the security of the Central Bank, mobilize all police forces there, and immediately cut off the Internet and arrest people when the crowd gathers."

These were originally well-planned, and everyone was proceeding in an orderly manner.

Twenty minutes later, a technician said strangely, "Oh, this website seems to be online again."

Victor Miguel immediately turned his head and looked at the webpage that reappeared on the screen, feeling a huge wave in his heart.

This is impossible…

…

"Tsk, the goal of these guys is really the bank..."

Xu Chuan touched his chin after receiving the news, "It's too childish."

He still couldn't figure out what these people were going to do.

Even if RAID takes over the central bank's defense, they can't use police cars to blatantly pull money or gold.

That's in full view of everyone.

"The French security department seems to have started monitoring communications in Paris. You should be more careful when talking on the phone."

Birkhoff intercepted some intelligence, and after the last message was sent, France seemed to be planning to take action.

Sure enough, the bank is more important. "I know, so we've been communicating using encrypted devices."

Of course he had thought of this situation, and Xu Chuan didn't want to capsize in the gutter.

"Aren't you leaving Paris for Lyon tomorrow? Do you still care about things here?"

Xu Chuan smiled and said, "Whether you can leave tomorrow or not is one thing."

Their original plan was to take the train to Lyon early tomorrow morning, no, it was already early morning, so they should take the train to Lyon early this morning, but Xu Chuan felt that whether they could set off was really a big problem.

"It doesn't matter. If I can't leave, I will continue to watch the show here."

In Xu Chuan's eyes, whether it's the variety show or the chaos here, these two things are no big deal.

It didn't have much impact on him, but it did affect Sheila's concert.

Xu Chuan had asked Ravi Bailey before, but she didn't seem worried. After all, if the concert was delayed due to such a thing, it would definitely be the organizer's responsibility.

At worst, they can change the time, collect the money according to the rules without any psychological pressure, and then go to the next concert location.

In this case, Xu Chuan has no reason to take action.

After hanging up the phone from Birkhoff, Xu Chuan thought for a while and called Fiennes, "How is that Victor Miguel?"

The task of monitoring the director of the Security Bureau was carried out personally by Lynn Fiennes. He didn't trust the people at HCLI very much, especially the woman who was always drunk.

"He has been working overtime at the Security Bureau's headquarters."

"You must keep an eye on him. I still think there is something wrong with this guy. If he makes any moves, notify me immediately."

Xu Chuan felt that this person must have known that there was a mole in RAID, but he did not act. He didn't know whether he was involved or had other considerations.

He personally prefers the former, he has seen this kind of thing too much.

"I understand." Fiennes replied.

After hanging up the phone, Xu Chuan looked at the time. It was almost four o'clock, but it seemed that he could still sleep for a while.

He took off his clothes and walked to the bed, lay down next to Sheila, and then reached out to hold the woman in his arms.

It's as soft as a pillow and really comfortable.

…

“Haven’t you found out what’s going on with this website?”

An hour had passed, and Victor Miguel looked at the screen with a dark face. He was very sure that Raffi Bertrand had indeed destroyed the server.

So what is going on with this thing now? Is it the work of those who hacked the website before?

What do these people want to do, and what is their purpose? Nothing is known yet.

It couldn't have been done by Americans, could it?

He thought of Karen Dacre, who had spoken to him before.

The CIA does have the technology and capabilities to do these things, but what is their purpose?

Threaten yourself?

He looked at the time, and it was indeed still early. He couldn't wait to meet the other party.

…

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

At 5:30 in the morning, Xue La was woken up by Xu Chuan who got up, lying on the bed and complaining.

Xu Chuan smiled, leaned down and kissed the other person, "Your concert is tonight? If I haven't gone to Rio by then, I will go there."

"Really?"

Sheila was so excited that she almost jumped up from the bed.

Over the years, he rarely came to his own concerts.

"But if we can set off as planned, there's nothing we can do about it. After all, there's still a team over there."

Xue La expressed her understanding, but she was still very happy because she knew very well that Xu Chuan would not say this if he was not sure.

"Well, I'll leave first, and you can sleep a little longer."

Pushing the person back to the bed, Xu Chuan couldn't help but kiss the person a few more times before getting up and leaving.

Sheila was left rolling around on the bed with a silly smile.

The reason Xu Chuan left so early was because Fiennes contacted him, and the Security Bureau Director Victor Miguel left the headquarters building.

There must be something wrong with going out so early, and Xu Chuan planned to go and take a look.

"BOSS, he seems to be driving towards the river bank."

Fiennes has been reporting the other party's location.

Xu Chuan drove the car and looked at the electronic map at hand. The location given by Fiennes was almost to the bank of the Seine River.

It's really not that far away from him.

…

Before six o'clock, Victor Miguel arrived at the place where he often met Karen.

It is in an open space under construction not far from Notre Dame de Paris. It has a wide view and can be easily spotted if someone is monitoring it.

He parked the car aside and waited for Karen Dacre to arrive.

At two minutes to six o'clock, a silver-gray car drove over.

Karen, wearing a gray trench coat, got out of the car.

Victor Miguel checked his gun before opening the car door and walking out.

"Is there anything important so early?"

Victor said pretending to be relaxed.

"That bomb was made by an undercover policeman named Pascal Fibot."

The other party's first words made Victor Miguel scared.

"My people found him hanged last night, but he was probably strangled first and hung in disguise."

"Victor, there is a terrorist conspiracy within your system, and Qingzhensi was framed."

However, the last two sentences made him relax again, which meant that the other party had not found him yet.

He pretended to be incredulous and asked, "Do you have any evidence?"

"I have a witness with one of my agents, and we're going to turn her over to you."

Karen said it bluntly, "So can you keep her safe?"

Victor was already extremely happy, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "The transfer of witnesses must be carried out secretly until I find out the scope of the entire corruption case."

Karen was noncommittal. She said that these were just procedures and that this matter had little to do with the CIA.

"They are near the Place Aubervilliers."

"Okay, you call him, I will arrange to pick him up immediately and tell him the password is 'Mike Alpha'"

Karen turned around to make a phone call, but Victor Miguel had already secretly pulled out his pistol.

After Karen called Sean Blair and told him that the French Security Bureau was going back to pick him up, he just turned around and said, "You owe me a meal this time..."

Before she finished speaking, Victor Miguel took out his gun and shot her twice in the chest.

"Karen, thank you for letting me know."

He said something to Karen Dacre who fell to the ground, and then fired two more shots.

Victor Miguel then turned around and cursed angrily, then took out his cell phone and gave it to Raffi Bertrand, telling him the address and password for the pick-up.

"Take them somewhere quiet and don't screw up again this time."

But the angry security chief didn't realize that everything he did was being filmed from a distance.

"Tsk, luckily there is a camera from the program team in the car, otherwise I wouldn't be able to take such a clear picture."

Xu Chuan looked at the picture, and he was quite shocked.

But who is this woman?

(End of chapter)