I’m A Detective In The Beauty World

The port of Le Havre, located on the north bank of the Seine Estuary, is the second largest port and the largest container port in France. There are countless containers passing through here every day, and it is an extremely important transit point for commodities.

Such an important and busy port has naturally fallen into the eyes of some people. Many unseen goods are also entrained in and out from inside, transported into Paris or out of the world.

As a veteran police officer, Tossani is naturally aware of this approach. Before considering that more is better than less, since the boss and the other police officers are not in charge, then Tossani will naturally not be nosy.

But now, in order to help Frank, he naturally said this important place.

Go to the port of Le Havre, where there may be evidence of a "Wall Street" crime.

So Frank "held" Tossani, and after he escaped from the police station, he drove a boat along the Seine to this big port in one breath.

At the moment night falls, the French working people with an eight-hour working system can never work overtime at night. So the huge pier was almost completely shrouded in darkness, as if completely asleep.

But Frank, who sneaked into the port, found something wrong with Octavia. In the dark, a man in the uniform of a pier worker, armed with a gun, lined up in a queue, constantly patrolling the port.

Inside the port, the roar of machinery still sounded from time to time, and containers were hoisted and put down. Obviously, someone was still working on it.

Frank is like a bat in the night, leaping lightly on the top of the container. He soon saw that a container was hoisted out of the container mountain, and on the road next to it, there were two trucks parked on standby.

Just as Frank was about to get closer to see if there were "Wall Street" or Lai Dani, he suddenly felt a hint of danger. Without the slightest hesitation, Frank followed the guidance of his sixth sense and leaped to the side abruptly.

At the same time, a cloud of sparks exploded on the container.

Until then, there was a "swish" tearing air sounds in the air.

"Sniper?"

Frank's back was instantly soaked in cold sweat, he rolled on the spot, and rolled directly off the container.

At the same moment, another shot hit him where he was just now.

"A mouse has slipped in."

"Wall Street" who was directing on the scene heard the report from the headset and frowned: "Find out and kill him."

"The opponent is very cunning. He was able to avoid my two shots in a row. Obviously, the opponent is definitely not an ordinary person. However, I have trapped him in Zone A and let others pass by." The sniper said coldly, "Also. , If you are not done yet, then my suggestion is to speed up."

"damn it!"

"Wall Street" hung up fiercely, and shouted at the next men: "How long will it take?"

The subordinate frowned and said, "One has just been installed, and there is another... it will take about twenty minutes."

"Ten minutes, you only have ten minutes, do you hear clearly?" "Wall Street" roared, "and send the first to fifth teams to Area A to dig out the damn rat."

Frank moved flexibly through the mountain-like containers, but every time he wanted to leave this area, he felt the familiar sense of danger, and it was obvious that the sniper was still staring at him.

At the same time, five standard tactical teams entered this container mountain. One of the teams happened to ran into Frank head-on, and suddenly rained bullets at him.

Frank broke out in a cold sweat again, and got out of the gap between the two containers before he escaped the bullet dangerously and dangerously. Hearing the dense sound of bullets hitting the container, Frank used his hands and feet together and quickly climbed up the two containers.

"Gurulu..."

A grenade was thrown into the gap, and after a booming explosion, the team looked inside cautiously.

At this moment, Frank slipped silently from above, broke the neck of the last man, took the submachine gun in his hand, and swept the first few people to death.

But the other teams rushed over after hearing the sound. Frank picked up another rifle and dodged into the darkness again.

For a time, gunfire broke out in the container mountain, and explosions occurred from time to time.

The sniper lying on the top of the suspended tower frowned, looking at the area A where the fireball was constantly flashing, and suddenly there was an unknown premonition in his heart.

After a while, the voice of "Wall Street" suddenly sounded in the earphones: "Alright..."

But before he could finish speaking, another explosion occurred in Zone A, and then he returned to a quiet state.

No more gunshots, no more explosions.

"Wall Street" laughed: "It looks like the mouse has been dealt with."

"I advise you to go," the sniper said coldly, "that guy is not dead, your five teams are finished."

"What? How is it possible?"

"Nothing is impossible, stop talking nonsense, I will help you get rid of that guy, but after it's done, the commission will be raised by another 20%, can you hear me clearly?"

"50%, but I want the other person's head to see who dares to trouble me."

After speaking, "Wall Street" hung up, got into the Mercedes-Benz, and drove out first. Then the two trucks loaded with containers followed, and under the escort of five cars, rumbling towards the port.

Frank took a bit of blood and limped slowly to the edge of the container, carefully looking out. He had heard the sound of the truck starting, but he did not dare to show his head, he could be sure that the sniper had not left.

That sniper is not particularly powerful, and Frank may have the possibility of counter-killing if he is not injured. But in the process of fighting the five teams just now, he was also injured. Although there is no life-threatening situation, it is completely impossible to approach the sniper silently.

Frank gritted his teeth and took out the parting. Tosani gave his mobile phone and just wanted to call Tossani, but at this moment the phone vibrated suddenly.

Looking at the unfamiliar number, Frank hesitation for a while, still connected, and a strange man's voice came on the phone: "Frank, this number was given to me by Tossani."

"Who are you?"

"My name is Xie Lun, the girl's brother hiding in the trunk of a Mercedes Benz."

"She?" Frank frowned slightly. "Since you know me, then you have found the girl, so what can you do with me?"

"I heard Shellier say that there seems to be an account between you and Maikou Gang, and I just need someone to help me solve the remnants of Maikou Gang."

"Sorry, not interested."

"Really? What about Raidani? Does she know that her father, Ryder has been killed by the gangsters? You imagine that Ryder has been killed, so what will Raidani face?"

Frank took a deep breath and said coldly: "You don't need to say, I will save her too, but now I'm a little troublesome."

"That sniper?" Xie Lun walked out of the darkness behind Frank, broke off the temporarily bought mobile phone, and smiled, "Don't worry, that guy is dead."

As he said, he stretched out his hand: "Get to know Xie Lun again, the United States National Investigation Agency (NIA) high level inspector."

Frank didn't speak, but suddenly reached out and grabbed it at Xie Lun's throat, but he only felt that his eyes were dark, and Xie Lun's throat was pinched and lifted.

"Don't be impulsive, Frank." Xie Lun said with a smile, "I know a guy who looks like you and is stronger than you, but unfortunately he has less hair than you. He is not my opponent, let alone you. "

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