More than ten minutes later, Luke got off the car and hurriedly disappeared into the night.
He looked at the map photo on the counterfeit phone. The map showed that this was a villa with the Seine River next to it. It was definitely this place.
This is already outside the city of Paris.
At this moment, the Seine River was dark in the drizzle, and all the cruise ships disappeared without a trace.
Luke turned on the fake phone in the shelter from the rain, walked around the villa in the dark, and frowned.
This is actually a large island in the river. There are parks, museums, special restaurants, and cruise ship docks in the distance. When you reach the destination, you will find the villa area where the rich live away from the dense crowds of the city.
However, the target villa is not small. It is the only one within a few hundred meters of Luke's target, and it is located on the edge of the island, including a large piece of land and the river bank.
Come to think of it, only a villa of this size, close to the river, can both detain the girl and facilitate security work.
It would be difficult for anyone to approach the core villa from the periphery.
Even here at the outermost part, there are a lot of electronic surveillance.
Luke looked at the villa, thought for a moment, and decided to leave.
This is not the suburban black kiln just now. If he rushes in and there is a fierce gun battle, I'm afraid the first ones to come will be the Paris anti-terrorist special police.
This villa alone speaks volumes.
The people who occupied this place were not only rich and powerful, but also had very professional security measures. It would be bad if he rushed in rashly and left any evidence behind, so he had better do some preparation before taking action.
Of course we should do things to save lives, but we should try to avoid rash and thoughtless actions.
Thinking about it in his mind, Luke took the subway again, returned to the city, and got off directly at District 16. He slowly walked back to the motel in the drizzle.
Opening the door and going upstairs into the house, Luke took off his wet coat and put it in a garbage bag.
Although this set of clothes was not used at the crime scene, it will be thrown away tomorrow. Anyway, he is very rich now, and he will not use any clothes he has worn once again in the same place.
After taking off his coat, he took a shower, sat on the bed, and closed his eyes to think.
In today's operation, he killed a gang of human traffickers, so the death of twenty or thirty people was no big deal.
For the Paris police, such gangs are numerous, which is one of the reasons why they do not manage them.
Another reason is that the 93 provinces are not the police’s territory at all. When the police enter here, it is like entering a vast ocean of the people.
The overall social personnel and structure there are excluding the police, and it has become a semi-closed and semi-independent area.
In this area, the death of twenty or thirty gang members at one time is not a big deal.
Although he had been running around for half a day today, he was not tired.
With a physical fitness of 32 points of strength, he can sustain not only one day's running around, but even three more days of this pace.
Look at the system prompts.
Mission: Completed by destroying the illegal kilns of human trafficking gangs and rescuing the victimized women.
Total mission experience: 5000, points: 5000.
Task contribution rate is 100%, gain 5000 experience points and 5000 points.
This time he killed thirty guards of the black kiln, and turned the three vehicles of reinforcements, including the leader, into a hornet's nest. He then watched the police rescue more than one hundred victimized girls.
The income of 5,000 experience points was much higher than he expected.
However, when he saw the situation in the large shed in the black kiln, he still felt an indelible sense of oppression.
They were a group of girls who were tortured like zombies.
They were once young, lively, beautiful and had a bright future, but now they may live in the shadow of mental illness and drug addiction for the rest of their lives.
This is more hateful than killing them directly.
Luke can kill drug dealers and human traffickers as experience NPCs, but he cannot treat the big shed that is like hell on earth as a game scene. He is not truly cold-blooded and heartless, but his view of the bad guys in this world is different from that of ordinary people.
Trying his best to put aside these uncomfortable negative emotions, he fell into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Luke got up at seven o'clock to clean up and finished breakfast at half past seven.
Before leaving, he thought about it and called Elsa.
Needless to say, the two of them still need to contact each other at least once a day to make sure that there are no problems with each other.
Elsa answered the phone quickly. When she heard it was him, she immediately said, "I'll call you."
A moment later, another local mobile phone number called, and Luke picked up the phone: "Haha, you got a local number too."
Elsa: "Of course, that's an international call. If the boss calls you, remember to give him this number. Anyway, I won't pay for international long-distance calls myself."
Luke smiled.
If you choose a prepaid mobile phone card that costs ten to twenty euros, you can get unlimited local calls and text messages for ten days to a month. If you spend a little more money, you can add ten to twenty minutes of international long-distance call time.
Elsa was determined to save as much as possible, and also because the two of them were really here for a trip, and Dustin would not look for them unless it was an emergency.
After confirming that the other party was safe, Luke couldn't help but say something sarcastically before hanging up: "Well, I wish you a wonderful vacation. I'm already looking for a suitable travel companion. You have to work hard. I'm rooting for you, beautiful!" After that, he quickly hung up the phone.
Elsa listened to the dead tone in the receiver in a daze, and after a while she yelled: "How dare you look down on me, you damn boy? I..."
Well, okay, Elsa went to the police station in Paris yesterday, and wasted several hours on those incredibly lazy civilian staff. Finally, before leaving get off work in the afternoon, she managed to file the useless request for assistance.
She is quite old, and jet lag is a big problem for her.
After finishing her work, she returned to the hotel and fell into a deep sleep.
Elsa has just gotten up and packed up, and is planning where to go for fun. How can she have the time to find a handsome playmate
There are still nine days left! I don’t believe I can’t find a handsome guy! She was furious.
An hour later, she went out with a rare delicate and charming makeup on her face, a playful short hair mixed with black and gold that was casually highlighted with temporary dye, and a beautiful and eye-catching silver windbreaker.
If Luke saw her like this, he would definitely not mock her like he did before.
At this moment, Elsa's appearance went from the passing line of five or six points to a good level of seven points.
Coupled with her capable and neat temperament, she is definitely not an unwanted old woman.
Women, many times, are not pursued by anyone not because they are ugly, but because they don’t spend time and effort to dress themselves up.
After making the mocking phone call, Luke got on the subway after eight o'clock and began to travel around the city.
After a whole day, Luke prepared all the follow-up matters in advance, especially the retreat route.