I'm a spy in the film

Sure enough, Brian found the headhunter sent by the Albanian gang to hunt at the airport through the reflection of the photos in his daughter's mobile phone. However, when arresting him, the headhunter jumped off the overpass and was hit and killed by a car, and the clue was cut off.

Later, Brian found his former friend who worked in the Gaul Ministry of the Interior. However, not only did the friend fail to provide him with information, but he also warned him not to act recklessly in Paris, otherwise he would face a crackdown from the Gallic government!

Just when Brian decided to try his luck fishing in the territory of the Albanian gang, a strange number called him with only two short sentences:

"Someone is following me, I have a clue!"

It's Bourne's voice!

Brian heard it immediately, but he kept driving without making any noise. When he passed an intersection and the red light just came on, Brian suddenly accelerated and overtook the car in front of him. He made a U-turn and drove in the opposite direction of the street, catching a black car that was a few parking spaces behind him off guard. It could only watch Brian drive away.

After driving around the streets for a few times and making sure that no one was following him, Brian anxiously drove to a remote alley where a car was parked with the engine running.

Brian left his rental car without hesitation, trotted forward and opened the passenger door. Sure enough, it was Bourne who was driving.

"We'll talk on the way!" Bourne started the car and handed Brian a large brown paper envelope. "It contains information that a friend bought on the black market. It may be related to your daughter's kidnapping."

Brian tore off the seal and shone a small flashlight on the document, quickly browsing through it page by page.

"Albanian gang, Paradise Street, District 10, the man behind the scenes, Patrice Saint-Claris."

"Yes, my friend used his connections to find out that Patrice Saint-Galli is well-known in the broker circle. He used to be active in the Middle East and the Bear Country, and he was involved in arms, drugs, mercenaries, and human trafficking.

Half a year ago, he came to Paris with a large sum of money and bought a luxury apartment in the 4th district. In name, he held parties every week, but in fact he was engaged in the flesh trade.

It is speculated that this guy should be a white glove placed in front of the scenes by others. He has a deep official background. The local police force and the Ministry of the Interior in Paris have helped him to resolve several assassination attempts. He also has business dealings with the Albanian gangs, green cults, and black gangs in the 10th, 18th, 19th and 20th districts, and can gather hundreds of people in minutes.

He's a tough guy to deal with on every level."

"I don't care who he is. I just want to find my daughter. Whoever stands in my way will be killed!" Brian's eyes flashed coldly and his tone was as cold as ice.

Bourne touched his nose and thought, Uncle Brian, is it really appropriate for you to say that you want to kill people in front of me, the FBI? However, he continued to introduce:

“This Wednesday, which is tomorrow night, is the day Patrice is holding a party. They usually gather the girls at his villa in the Fourth District one or two days in advance.

We will go to the Albanian gang first. If we are lucky, maybe we can rescue Kenm from the Albanian gang tonight. Otherwise, we will have to find a way to rescue people in the fourth district.

There, the gangs and the police are intertwined and their forces are quite strong, so it will be difficult for us to succeed."

"You're right, Bourne!"

Brian closed the information in his hand and nodded in agreement: "Let's go to Paradise Street now. It's better that they don't send Kenm away, otherwise I will make those bastards regret coming into this world!"

There was a cold gleam in Brian's eyes.

The 10th arrondissement is a famous red-light district in Paris. There are many small hotels and bars here, and scantily clad streetwalkers and guests who come here to hunt for beauty can be seen everywhere.

Of course, there are more petty thefts. During their trip, Bourne and Brian saw no less than five unlucky people whose ambitions to become the top scholar were ruined because their wallets were stolen.

Avoiding the sight of those obvious gang members, Bourne parked the car in a small alley not far from Paradise Street. The place was secluded and dim, and the only street lamp at the intersection was broken by Brian with a stone. At this moment, Brian and Bourne hid in the darkness at the corner of the alley, silently observing the red door on the right side of the street across the road, which was very conspicuous even in the dark.

"This should be it. What should we do?"

"The light is on inside, which means there's someone there. Bourne, you stay here while I go in through the empty house next door. No matter what the situation is, I'll contact you within half an hour. If there's no contact, ask the American Embassy for help."

As he spoke, Brian handed Bourne a USB drive and said, "This is the video I recorded. It explains the details of what happened. It can be used as evidence."

As expected, Brian chose to go into the dragon's den alone. He didn't want to bring Bourne into danger.

"Master, aren't you going to follow?" Before Bourne could hesitate, Notan's soft voice came into his mind.

"What's up, Notan? What do you think?" Bourne was a little surprised.

“I don’t know,” Notan said in an irritated tone, “I don’t know why I get so angry when I hear the word human trafficker. I want to, I want to… I want to kill them!”

"Uh!" Bourne was a little speechless, but still explained to Notan: "I am now in Paris as a tourist. I don't even have a gun. There are several people in the house. I don't know what weapons they have. I will be a burden if I go in. Let's take a look at Brian first..."

But before he could finish his words, Brian had already turned up the collar of his windbreaker to cover half of his face, emerged from the darkness, and walked quickly towards the red door representing the Albanian gang.

All of this was completely recorded by an inconspicuous camera on the windowsill of a house facing the street across the road, and the picture was displayed in real time on a large monitor in a hotel room in the fourth district.

This well-known hotel is located on the banks of the Seine River, not far from the mansion where Patrice, the broker mentioned by Bourne, lives. At this time, a large suite in the hotel has been transformed into a temporary headquarters. Several people in different clothes are gathered around a table, pointing at the map spread out on the table.

Next to them, a young man with messy hair and thick black-framed glasses suddenly noticed something. He clicked the mouse twice, and a small area in the corner of the screen was enlarged and paused, and Brian's figure was clearly visible. The young man with glasses screamed, attracting the attention of several people around the conference table.

"A stranger has entered the Albanian gang's base!"

"At this time? Who is it?" The voice came from a woman wearing a blue suit and skirt standing by the windowsill, with her back to the crowd looking out the window at the Seine. She turned around at this time, and everyone saw that her hands were still crossed over her chest, and the lady's cigarette between her fingers was still emitting smoke.

"Just now, the camera captured his face. Let me see..." The man with glasses typed on the keyboard for a while, and soon, Brian's avatar quickly appeared in front of everyone.

"It's Brian Myers!" A black man came over from the table and was surprised when he saw the photo. "He has already retired, what is he doing there?"

"Damn it! He will ruin our plan!" The woman in the blue suit and skirt put out the lady's cigarette in her hand and walked towards the door while giving an order: "Everyone, leave immediately and go to the tenth district. The hacker, you stay behind and keep monitoring at all times!"

"Understood!" Everyone in the room responded in unison, their movements quick and decisive.