Ten minutes later, Luke got out of the car and disappeared into the night.
He looked at the map on his fake phone, which showed that he was in a villa next to the Seine. There was no mistaking it.
He was already outside of Paris.
At that moment, the Seine was dark in the drizzle, and all the boats were nowhere to be seen.
Luke turned on his fake phone in a shelter and circled the villa in the dark. He frowned.
This was actually a large island in the middle of the river. There were parks, museums, restaurants, and a pier in the distance. His target area was a villa area where the rich lived away from the dense city.
However, the villa wasn't small. It was the only villa within a few hundred meters of Luke's target. Also, it was on the edge of the island, which included a large piece of land and the riverbank.
It made sense. Only such a large villa, with its close proximity to the river, could lock up a girl and facilitate security.
It would be difficult for anyone to approach the central villa from the periphery.
Even on the periphery, there were a lot of electronic surveillance cameras.
Looking at the villa, Luke pondered for a moment, but still chose to leave.
This wasn't like the brothel in the suburbs. If he charged in and started an intense gunfight, Paris's anti-terrorism police would probably be the first to arrive.
This villa alone was enough to explain the problem.
Whoever occupied this place wasn't just rich and powerful, they also had professional security measures. It wouldn't be good for Luke to charge in recklessly and leave any evidence behind. He had to make some preparations before he took action.
Of course, he had to rescue the girl, but he had to avoid any reckless and brainless actions.
Thinking, Luke took the subway back downtown. He got off at the 16th arrondissement and slowly walked back to the express hotel in the drizzle.
Luke opened the door and went upstairs. He took off his wet coat and put it in a garbage bag.
Although he hadn't used it at the crime scene, he would throw it away the next day. In any case, he was very rich now, and he wouldn't use any clothes that he had worn once to return to the same place again.
After taking off his coat, he took a shower and sat on the bed, before he closed his eyes and pondered.
He had killed all the human traffickers in today's operation. It wasn't a big deal to lose twenty or thirty people.
For the Paris police, there were too many such gangs, which was one of the reasons why they didn't deal with them.
Another reason was that the ninety-three provinces were not the territory of the police at all. When the police entered here, it was like entering a vast sea of people.
The entire social structure there was rejecting the police, and it had become a semi-closed, semi-independent area.
In this area, it wasn't a big deal for 20 to 30 gangsters to die at once.
Although he had been running around for half a day, he was not tired.
With his 32 points of Strength, he would be able to hold on for three more days, let alone one day of running around.
He looked at the system notification.
Mission: Eliminate the human traffickers and rescue the female victims. Completed.
Total experience: 5,000, credit: 5,000
Contribution rate: 100. EXP + 5,000. Credit + 5,000.
This time, he killed 30 guards of the black kiln and the reinforcements in the three cars, including the leader, into a hornet's nest. Then, he watched as the police rescued more than 100 girls.
Five thousand experience and credit points were much higher than he had expected.
However, when he saw the situation of the large work shed in the black kiln, he still felt a sense of oppression that could not be erased.
It was a group of girls who had been tortured to the point that they looked like walking corpses.
They had once been young, beautiful, and had a bright future ahead of them, but now, they might live in the shadow of mental illness and drug addiction for the rest of their lives.
This was even more hateful than directly killing them.
Luke could treat the drug dealers and the human traffickers as experience NPCs to kill, but he couldn't treat the hellish work shed as a game setting. In the end, he wasn't truly cold-blooded. It was just that he had a different view of the bad guys in this world.
Trying his best to get rid of these uncomfortable negative emotions, Luke fell asleep.
The next morning, Luke got up at seven and had breakfast at half past seven.
Before he left, he thought for a while and gave Elsa a call.
Needless to say, the two of them had to contact each other at least once a day to make sure that they were both fine.
Elsa picked up the call very quickly. Hearing that it was Luke, she said, "I'll call you back."
A moment later, another local number called. Luke picked up the call. "Hehe, you got a local number too?"
Elsa said, "Of course. That's an international call. If the boss calls you, remember to give him this number. In any case, I won't pay for an international call myself. "
Luke was amused.
A prepaid SIM card with ten to twenty euros could get unlimited local calls and text messages for ten days to a month. If he spent more money, he could even get ten to twenty minutes of international call time.
Elsa had made up her mind to save as much as possible. She and Dustin were really here on vacation, and Dustin wouldn't call them unless it was an emergency.
After confirming that she was safe, Luke couldn't help but say before he hung up, "Okay, I wish you a wonderful holiday. I'm already looking for a suitable companion. You have to work hard. I have high hopes for you, pretty lady!" He then quickly hung up.
Elsa stared blankly at the dial tone for a long time before she bellowed, "You brat, how dare you look down on me? I … "
Well, fine. Elsa had gone to the police department in Paris yesterday, and wasted several hours on the lazy clerks. In the end, she had to file the useless investigation request before she got off work in the afternoon.
She wasn't young anymore, and jet lag was a big problem for her.
After she finished her work, she went back to the hotel and fell into a deep sleep.
Elsa had just woken up and was thinking about where to go next. She didn't have time to look for a handsome playmate.
There were still nine days to go! I don't believe that I can't find a handsome guy! She made up her mind.
An hour later, she went out in a beautiful and eye-catching silver windbreaker. Her face was made up in a rare, delicate and charming style. Her short hair was a mix of black and gold that was randomly dyed with a temporary dye, and she went out.
If Luke had seen her now, he definitely wouldn't have mocked her like before.
At this moment, Elsa's appearance had gone from a passable score of five or six to a very good score of seven.
Coupled with her clean and professional temperament, she was definitely not an old woman that nobody wanted.
Most of the time, women weren't pursued not because they were ugly, but because they didn't have time to make themselves look good.
After the mocking call, Luke took the subway at eight and began to rush around the city.
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