"What did you get?" Victor asked. He prayed in his heart that nothing would go wrong. Unfortunately, the more you prayed, the more things would turn out to be the opposite of what you hoped for. Victor took the photo and saw William wearing a hat and black-rimmed glasses at first glance.
"This is, this is," Victor looked at his assistant in disbelief. "God, don't tell me this is the person I think he is!"
The assistant shrugged. "Yes, it's him."
"Damn it, block this news immediately. If President Kellner Bacon finds out about this, I might have to go home and retire." Victor threw the photo angrily and sat down on the office chair. "Why is this guy in Paris? Wasn't he in New York recently?"
"I asked someone to check the immigration information. Three days ago, William Devonshire and a 20-year-old girl named Jessie Barrett arrived in Paris on his private jet. They moved into a detached villa at 18 Champs Elysees."
"18?" Victor thought for a few seconds and asked, "I remember that villa belongs to the chairman of the Cance Group, Marco Cance. Why would that stingy old man sell such a good house to William Devonshire? "
The assistant asked in surprise, "You don't know?" Seeing his boss's blank face, the assistant explained, "Marco Cance's wife who passed away was the sister of the Grand Duke of Devonshire. I don't think I need to say more about the relationship between the Grand Duke of Devonshire and William."
"Damn relatives, these people in the upper class can casually make a bunch of relatives." Victor shook his head helplessly and picked up the Christmas photo. "Then who is this guy?"
"I don't know." The assistant shook his head. "I checked our database, but I couldn't find any information about this bald guy. However, after our men investigated the scene and combined it with the footage from the surveillance video, we found that he was the culprit.
We suspect that this guy might have gone to Morris Square to meet up with the information dealer, Rix, who was killed on the spot. "
After that, the assistant turned on the television and put a disc into the player.
Looking at the two handbags and the teddy bear, Victor cursed in his heart. How could such a coincidence happen? He looked at Michael Mason's photo helplessly and said, "Except for William Devonshire, report the rest to C1A. Let's see what they can find out."
"Understood." The assistant nodded and walked out of the office.
Half an hour later, in the C1A office building in Paris, Supervisor Karen Deckard, who had received the news, quickly walked into the monitoring room. After clapping her hands to attract everyone's attention, she pinned the photos of Christmas and Michael Mason onto the whiteboard on the wall with thumbtacks.
"Alright, guys, help me find out their names, where they live, and what they've done."
"Understood."
Investigating Michael Mason, who was just a pickpocket, did not take much time. The information quickly appeared on the monitor. "Michael Mason, born in Las Vegas. His profession is a conman.
Wanted by four states for fraud. He fled to Paris with a tourist passport 18 months ago and has been working as a pickpocket in Paris since. "
After listening to the introduction, Karen Deckard could not help but shake her head in confusion. "Why would such a conman and pickpocket be a suicide bomber?"
Her subordinates were also confused, but the video at the scene showed that Mason had detonated the bomb without any coercion. "God knows what this bastard went through in the past 18 months."
Unable to find the reason, Karen could only put Mason's matter aside and asked, "What about the other person?"
"Sorry, boss." One of her subordinates sitting in front of the computer raised his hand. "This guy's information is confidential. We don't have enough authority. Only the people from the headquarters can find out."
"How is that possible?" Karen looked at her subordinates in surprise. "We're at the supervisor level here."
"But we can't find out." The subordinate shrugged helplessly. "Either this guy is one of us, or he's a high-ranking subordinate of one of our allies."
Karen understood this as well. Looking at Christmas, who had rushed to the explosion point and snatched half of the information, Karen muttered softly, "Who the hell are you? What kind of information is that? Is it worth it to snatch it at all costs? "
"Boss, look here, look here!" One of her subordinates shouted. "This guy appeared on the Champs Elysees."
"How is that possible?" Karen immediately looked in the direction of the person who shouted. She recognized the bald Christmas at a glance. He was standing in the corner of a villa on the Champs Elysees and staring at the street.
Karen thought for a few seconds and said to a big black man standing not far from her, "Sean, go and secretly capture this guy." She then reminded him, "There's still a day and a half before the big celebration. Don't use your gun if you can."
"Understood." Sean Briar nodded and walked out of the office.
A few minutes after Sean left, the C1A who had been watching Christmas noticed a Rolls-Royce driving up to the villa's gate.
Christmas immediately walked out of the corner of the villa and knocked on the window of the Rolls-Royce. He then handed a paper bag to the driver and turned to leave.
Seeing this, without Karen's order, someone shouted, "FK, find out who the owner of this villa is!"
Within a few minutes, the information was found. Karen stared blankly at William's picture on the computer screen. "What the hell, why is it this guy?"
Staring at William's picture, Karen didn't know what to do for a moment. She thought about it and could only walk to the corner and call the headquarters to report to her superior.
To Karen's surprise, her superior was very interested in the information, but at the same time, he reminded her not to touch William without conclusive evidence. It was best to secretly capture Christmas who had sent the information.
Since her superior had given the order, Karen had to get into trouble even if she didn't want to. Unfortunately, Christmas was no longer a mercenary. His casual clothes were not only bulletproof, but also effectively reduced impact by 30%.
This made Sean Briar, who was fighting Christmas, very passive. He punched Christmas more than ten times, but Sean didn't even frown. On the other hand, he couldn't take more than ten punches. In less than ten rounds, he was beaten down by Christmas and handcuffed to an iron pipe.
After checking Sean Briar's ID, Christmas took out his gun and pointed it at Sean's head. He said angrily, "Are you a f * cking human or a ghost?"
Then, he took out his phone and took a picture of Sean Briar's face. Soon, Sunday replied, "Retreat."
Christmas, who was covering his ears, was stunned. He put away his gun and grabbed Sean's collar. "Don't get in my way, or I'll kill you the next time we meet."
Looking at Christmas leaving, Sean breathed a sigh of relief. He knew that he was a member of C1A and didn't kill him, which meant that he shouldn't be an enemy. However, Christmas's words made Sean very vigilant.
Did that mean that the baldy suspected that there was a mole on his side?
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