When the police car drove to the entrance of the hotel in a domineering manner, it came to an abrupt stop. Several tall police officers in police uniforms got out of the car quickly.
One of them was a short and fat police officer with slightly white hair. He was wearing a trench coat and was walking at the front. After taking a glance at the Bentley at the entrance, he shifted his gaze to everyone standing at the entrance with a solemn expression.
The moment he saw Yang Cheng, this slightly older Caucasian police officer revealed a rather proud smile and walked directly to Yang Cheng.
"Are you Mr. Yang from Hua Xia?" asked the Caucasian police officer.
Frowning, Yang Chen glanced at Goodman who was at the side. Since the police came to their doorstep so quickly, it was hard for him not to suspect that someone had leaked the news to them.
Goodman wasn't stupid either. He quickly waved his hand and said with an innocent face, "Director Yang, I didn't call the police. I really don't know anything!"
Yang Cheng then turned around and smiled. "It's me. Is there anything you need from me, Mr. Police?"
"I'm Bolton from the Anti-Terrorism Unit of the Paris Police. We seriously suspect that Mr. Yang is closely related to a kidnapping and shooting case that happened two hours ago near Romilly-sur-Mer." Officer Bolton took a document from the police officer beside him and said, "This is the arrest warrant. Mr. Yang, please follow us back to the police station immediately to assist in the investigation."
Yang Chen looked to his left and right. There were at least ten or so police officers glaring at him. He couldn't help but smile. "Officer Bolton, can you let me handle some personal matters first? You're going to scare everyone by making such a big fuss."
"We can't help it. The scene of a gunfight is very cruel. We have to be cautious with Mr. Yang," Bolton said with a sneer. "If Mr. Yang wants to hire a defense lawyer, please follow us back to the police station. Don't worry, we won't treat foreign guests disrespectfully."
After that, Bolton signaled with his eyes. Two police officers went behind Yang Cheng and grabbed Yang Cheng's hands before sending him to the car.
"Stop! What are you doing?! "
Everyone turned around and saw Lin Ruoxi, who had just entered the hotel, run out of the door and shouted to stop the two police officers.
Lin Ruoxi was originally waiting for Yang Cheng and Goodman in the living room. She didn't expect the police cars to arrive so suddenly. Worried that something might have happened to Yang Cheng, she quickly ran out. She didn't expect to see Yang Cheng being shoved into the car.
"Ruoxi, don't be rash. This officer has an arrest warrant. We can't stop him from taking Director Yang away." Goodman immediately stood in front of Lin Ruoxi and said, "It seems like the officers have misunderstood Director Yang about the kidnappers. They want to take him away now. We can find a lawyer for Director Yang immediately. He'll be fine."
The senior executives of Yu Lei International also knew that this was the time to show their loyalty. Although they didn't know what was going on, they immediately shouted that they would help Lin Ruoxi solve this problem and wouldn't let anything happen to Yang Cheng in Paris.
Yang Cheng turned around and winked at Lin Ruoxi, who was behind the crowd. He gave her an Anxin look before entering the police car.
Lin Ruoxi was stopped by a group of people. In the end, she could only watch as Yang Cheng was taken away by the police officers. The three police cars left as quickly as they came.
Watching the red taillights of the three police cars disappear into the street not far away, Lin Ruoxi stood in silence for a long time before saying coldly, "Goodman, find me the best lawyer in Paris immediately. I must see Yang Cheng back before dawn tomorrow!"
Goodman's face was covered in sweat. He gestured for Lin Ruoxi to calm down and smiled apologetically. "Ruoxi, don't worry. I'll handle this matter personally. Director Yang saved my life, so I can't let anything happen to him. You must be tired. Go back to the hotel room and rest. I'll handle this matter well. "
Although Lin Ruoxi still felt that something wasn't right, she knew that she was unfamiliar with Paris and couldn't do things as easily as Goodman did. Thus, she could only listen to Goodman and return to the hotel to rest. However, her mind was filled with Yang Cheng's matter, so it was impossible for her to fall asleep.
On the other hand, Yang Cheng, who was being brought to the police station, didn't seem to be a suspect. Along the way, he chatted with the police officers in fluent French about the fashionable girls he saw on the street, which made Bolton's face turn gloomy. He wished he could seal Yang Cheng's mouth with tape.
Ten minutes later, Yang Cheng was brought into the office building of the Paris Police Station. Although it was late at night and most of the police officers had already gotten off work, it was still brightly lit.
Yang Cheng's hands were handcuffed. Two strong police officers escorted him into an elevator in the center of the building with Bolton.
On the control panel of the elevator, apart from the buttons for the floor, there was also a numeric keypad.
After Bolton's chubby fingers quickly pressed a long string of numbers on the keypad, the interior of the elevator turned red. Then, the elevator began to descend …
On the control panel of the elevator, there wasn't any indication of the underground floor.
"Tsk, tsk. Officer Bolton, I didn't know that your station had an underground base," Yang Cheng said as he looked around with great interest.
Bolton was having a headache with this unsuspecting suspect. He curled his lips and said, "Mr. Yang, I admire your calmness, but you talk too much."
Roughly thirty seconds later, the elevator stopped. After the door slowly opened, a metallic corridor appeared in front of them. The entire space was illuminated by white LED lights installed in the gaps. At first glance, it looked like a scene from a sci-fi movie.
On both sides of the corridor, there were some rooms separated by tempered glass. All kinds of high-precision instruments took up most of the space. On the wide LCD screens, there were all kinds of complicated data and some external surveillance videos. There were only one or two staff members in white robes operating in each room. It was impossible to hear what was going on inside from the other rooms.
Yang Cheng was escorted by two police officers as he followed Bolton through the long corridor. Finally, they arrived at an alloy door at the end.
Bolton pressed his palm on the fingerprint detector next to the door. After the scan was completed, the alloy door immediately opened.
Bolton turned around and gestured to the two police officers. They immediately let go of Yang Cheng and turned to leave.
"Mr. Yang, please come in!" Bolton's expression was even colder than before. He exuded a fierce aura that was in stark contrast to his fat body.
Yang Cheng looked at him with a faint smile. "Mr. Bolton, you look much more pleasing to the eye now." As he spoke, he stepped into the room.
This was a square interrogation room that was more than a hundred square meters made of alloy. There were cameras scattered all around, and there were passages leading to other places in all four directions.
At this moment, a tall man with yellow curly hair was sitting behind a table in the middle of the room. Beside him were two French soldiers who were armed with live ammunition and were dressed as anti-terrorist special forces.
Bolton walked to the man and saluted him solemnly. "Reporting, Deputy Director. The suspect, Yang Cheng, has been brought here."
"Thanks for your hard work, Bolton." The man nodded at Bolton before looking at Yang Cheng. "Mr. Yang, you can sit down. Let's have a good talk."
Yang Cheng didn't stand on ceremony. He walked to the man. Although he was handcuffed, it didn't stop him from pulling out a chair and sitting down.
A glint flashed across the man's eyes. Obviously, Yang Cheng's indifferent attitude was enough to show that he wasn't an ordinary person.
"I'm not sure if Mr. Yang has heard of it. We, the Directorate General of Foreign Security of France, are also known as the Seventh Bureau. In a sense, we're similar to the National Security Bureau of Hua Xia. I'm Fodessa, the Deputy Director of the Seventh Bureau. Bolton, who brought Mr. Yang here, is my attendant. Based on his appearance, he's the leader of the anti-terrorism team of the Paris Police Station, "Fodessa introduced.
Yang Cheng revealed an expression that said 'I see'. It wasn't that he didn't know about the Seventh Bureau. It was just that the French Security Bureau was too 'inexperienced' compared to the world's most cutting-edge FBI, Britain's MI5, Russia's KGB, and Israel's Mossad …
The Seventh Bureau was established by the French hero of World War II, General Charles de Gaulle. Although it had a long history, the speed of its development was indeed not commensurate with France's international status. It was considered an ordinary national secret security organization, unlike the American FBI, which had a special ability organization like "Blue Storm." Other major spy organizations also had special forces, but France was completely "ordinary people."
"Although I'm not familiar with it, I've heard of it before," Yang Cheng answered honestly.
"Very well." Fodessa could tell that Yang Cheng was being honest. He took out a photo from his pocket and placed it in front of Yang Cheng. "Mr. Yang, you shouldn't be unfamiliar with this, right?"
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