William stepped on the accelerator and quickly chased after him. However, Peter was smart. When he saw William chasing after him, he immediately ran in the wrong direction. When William caught up with the highway, the taxi was blocked by cars on the highway. He had no choice but to get out of the car and chase after him.
When Peter saw that William was about to catch up with him, he saw a large truck coming from under the overpass. He gritted his teeth and jumped off the overpass. Using the large truck, he got off the overpass safely. He turned around and gave William the middle finger. But before he could be happy for a second, he was hit by an oncoming truck.
William saw it all from the top of the highway. He punched the guardrail and cursed, "Darn it!"
"Police, stop!"
When William saw that the police had arrived, he looked around and jumped down, grabbing a lamp post by the side of the highway and slipping down.
With Pete dead, the trail was cut short. William had no choice but to look for Brian's friend, Claude, in hopes that he could find some clues and help. He didn't have to search around like a headless fly.
He followed the address Brian gave him and went to the house of Brian's friend. He ordered a cup of coffee and some bread at the café below Claude's house and waited for Claude to go to work as he read the newspaper.
At nine, Claude went downstairs exactly as Brian said and walked to his car parked not far away.
William dropped the newspaper and put on his mask, sunglasses, and baseball cap. He walked behind Claude and crossed the road with him.
The two stopped in the middle of the road. William handed Claude his phone. Claude looked at William and saw that William only gave him a phone. His tense heart relaxed for the moment. He used to be in the secret service. Even though he was now in a desk job, he still had to be vigilant. William didn't try to hide when he followed him, so Claude noticed him when he stood up.
He picked up the phone and saw that the call was busy. The name was Brian Mills. Claude shrugged and said, "Do we still need to chat like we used to when we're retired old men? Or have you become so timid that you don't even dare to look for me yourself? "
"There's nothing I can do. Something happened to me. I'm restricted from leaving the United States," Brian said over the phone.
Claude laughed. "About White Palace? It seems that my retirement life is better than yours. I can still sit in the office, drink coffee and read the newspaper. I can still order my subordinates to do things for me. You can only continue to work hard. "
Brian said, "Isn't it boring for someone like you to work in an office? I don't think you're doing any better than me. At least I'm free."
"No, of course I'm better off than you," I paused for a few seconds. "Well, it's a bit boring to sit in an office, but people like us should be satisfied to be able to sit in an office alive after retirement. Tell me, what do you want from me? You can't be here to chat with me, right?"
Brian smiled and said, "I had a good life. I found a good boss, and I fished and played basketball every day until my daughter was kidnapped in Paris yesterday."
Claude's expression changed when he heard that. The smile on his face disappeared and his expression turned solemn.
"My daughter and her sister were targeted at the airport. The Albanians kidnapped them."
"How do you know it was Albanians?" Claude asked, puzzled.
"Claude, I'm just retired, not disabled," Brian said unhappily.
Claude thought for a moment and said, "I don't think you'll call the police. Otherwise, you wouldn't have sent someone to find me."
"Don't talk nonsense, Claude. We both know how many police calls there are in Paris every day. I only have 96 hours, and it's already been 19 hours. By the time the police start investigating, Jenny will have been sold," Brian said.
"Okay, let me think. First, we have to find the person who was following us."
"We did, but he was hit by a car and died," William said. William's phone was connected to Brian's. He had a Bluetooth earpiece in his ear, so he could hear their conversation and William's words.
Claude looked at William sternly and said, "Are you looking for someone or committing a crime? Brian, you can't run around Paris like a bull."
Brian heard that and said angrily, "If I have to, I'll tear down the Eiffel Tower to find my daughter. Claude, you know what I used to do. I'm a man of my word."
"Do you know who you're threatening, Brian Mills?" Claude said firmly.
"I thought I was talking to my friend. Are we friends, Claude?" Brian retorted.
Claude was silent for a few seconds and sighed. "Okay, Brian, we are friends, but you have to think about me. I'm working for France now." He took out a business card and gave it to William.
William took it and said, "Brian, Deputy Director of National Security, your friend is doing well, but that has nothing to do with us. I only want the Albanians."
Brian said, "Yes, we only want the Albanians."
He had no choice. Brian was his old friend, after all, and he didn't know what kind of trouble would ensue if he let Brian and the others run around aimlessly.
Claude looked at William and said seriously, "This group of people sneaked in from Eastern Europe six or seven years ago. At first, there were only 15 to 20 of them. But now, there are hundreds in Paris alone, and thousands in Europe. No one knows how many there are. They're very dangerous. Many of them have fought and worked as mercenaries. Many people don't dare to mess with them."
William smiled and nodded. "I know. I've fought with these people before. Tell me how I can find them. Otherwise, I'll find them myself." William took out a note and handed it to Claude. "Look at this."
Claude took the note and read it. It read: One million US dollars, deposited in a Swiss bank account. Give me special access to France.
Claude thought for half a minute and said to the phone, "Brian, is this your decision? You have to know what the risks are."
Brian said, "Either we do as what's written on the note, or I'll use the American Military Intelligence Agency's authority to act on my own. What's the situation now? I can just find a random reason to get involved in the White Palace case. When the time comes, just pretend that you don't know anything."
This time, Claude thought for a few minutes. "How can I pretend I don't know anything? If anything goes wrong, I'll be responsible for it. I'll double it. After I see your promise, I'll get the access in two hours."
"No problem," William said with a smile. Getting legal access with money was the best thing for William.
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