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. Countless containers pass through it every day and it is an extremely important commodity transit point.
Such an important and busy port has naturally fallen into the eyes of some people, and many shady goods have also been carried in and out of it, transported into Paris or scattered around the world.
As a veteran police officer, Tosani is naturally aware of this routine. I had considered that doing more was better than doing less. Since the superiors and other police officers had no one to care about, Tosani would naturally not meddle in others' affairs.
But now, in order to help Frank, he naturally revealed this important location.
Go to the port of Le Havre, where there may be evidence of "Wall Street" crimes.
So Frank "hijacked" Tosanni, escaped from the police station, and drove a boat along the Seine River to this big port in one go.
At this time, night falls, and it is absolutely impossible for French working people who adhere to the eight-hour work system to work overtime at night. Therefore, the huge pier was almost completely shrouded in darkness, as if it was completely asleep.
But Frank, who sneaked into the port, suddenly discovered that something was wrong. In the darkness, a man wearing a dock worker's uniform, holding a gun, lined up and patrolled the port.
Inside the port, there was still the sound of machinery roaring from time to time. Containers were being lifted and lowered one by one. It was obvious that someone was still working.
Like a bat in the dark, Frank leaped lightly over the top of the container. Soon he saw a container hanging out of the container mountain, and two trucks parked on the road next to it, ready for use.
Just as Frank was about to get closer to see if there was any sign of "Wall Street" or Lai Danni, he suddenly felt a hint of danger. Without any hesitation, Frank followed the guidance of his sixth sense and rushed to the side.
At the same time, a ball of sparks exploded on the container.
Only then did a "whoosh" sound break through the air.
"Sniper?"
Frank's back was instantly soaked with cold sweat, and he rolled on the spot and rolled directly off the container.
At the same moment, another shot hit the location where he was just now.
"A rat slipped in."
"Wall Street" who was directing at the scene heard the report from the earphone and frowned: "Find him and kill him."
"The opponent is very cunning. He was able to dodge two of my shots in a row. It is obvious that the opponent is no ordinary person. However, I have trapped him in area A and let others press over." The sniper said coldly, "There are also , if you haven’t finished yet, then my suggestion is to speed up.”
"damn it!"
"Wall Street" hung up the phone and yelled to the man next to him: "How much longer will it take?"
The subordinate frowned and said: "I just installed one, and there is another one... It will take about twenty minutes."
"Ten minutes, you only have ten minutes, do you hear me clearly?" "Wall Street" shouted, "And send the first to fifth teams to Area A to dig out that damn rat."
Frank shuttled nimbly among the mountains of containers, but every time he wanted to leave the area, he felt the familiar sense of danger. It was obvious that the sniper was still staring at him.
At the same time, five standard tactical teams entered the container mountain. One of the teams happened to meet Frank head-on, and bullets rained down on him.
Frank broke into a cold sweat again and ducked into the gap between the two containers, narrowly dodging the bullet. Listening to the intensive sound of bullets hitting the containers, Frank used his hands and feet to quickly climb up the two containers.
"Gululu..."
A grenade was thrown into the gap. After a bang and explosion, the team cautiously looked inside.
At this moment, Frank slipped down from above silently, broke the last person's neck, picked up the submachine gun in his hand, and killed the first few people.
However, other teams had already heard the sound and rushed over. Frank picked up another rifle and ducked into the darkness again.
For a time, there was loud gunfire in the Container Mountain, and explosions occurred from time to time.
The sniper lying on the top of the hanging tower frowned, looking at the area A where the fireballs kept flashing, and he suddenly felt an ominous premonition in his heart.
After a while, the voice of "Wall Street" suddenly sounded in the earphones: "Okay..."
But before he could finish speaking, another explosion suddenly occurred in Area A, and then everything returned to a quiet state.
No more gunfire, no more explosions.
"Wall Street" laughed: "Looks like the rat has been taken care of."
"I advise you to leave quickly," the sniper said coldly, "That guy is not dead, it is your five teams that are dead."
"What? How is that possible?"
"Nothing is impossible, stop talking nonsense, I will help you kill that guy, but after the job is done, the commission will be increased by another 20%, do you understand me?"
"50%, but I want the other person's head to see who dares to trouble me."
After saying that, "Wall Street" hung up the phone, got into the Mercedes-Benz, and drove out first. Then the two trucks loaded with containers followed closely, escorted by five cars, and rumbled out of the port.
Frank spat a mouthful of blood, limped slowly to the edge of the container, and carefully looked out. He had already heard the sound of the truck starting, but he did not dare to show his head at all. He was sure that the sniper had not left.
The sniper was not particularly powerful. Frank might have been able to counterattack if he was not injured. But during the battle with the five teams just now, he was also injured. Although his life was not in danger, it was completely impossible to approach the sniper quietly.
Frank gritted his teeth and took out the mobile phone that Tosani had given him when they were leaving. He was about to call Tosani when the phone suddenly vibrated.
Looking at the unfamiliar number, Frank hesitated for a moment, but finally answered the call. A strange man's voice came from the phone: "Frank, this number was given to me by Tosanni."
"Who are you?"
"My name is Sherron, and I'm the brother of the girl who hid in the trunk of the Mercedes-Benz."
"She?" Frank frowned slightly, "Since you know me and you have found the girl, what else do you want to do with me?"
"I heard from Sherrel that there seems to be a score to be settled between you and the Maikou Gang, and I need someone to help me get rid of the remnants of the Maikou Gang."
"Sorry, not interested."
"Really? Where is Lai Danni? Does she know that her father, Ryder, has been killed by the Maikou Gang? Do you imagine that Ryder has been silenced, so what will Lai Danni face?"
Frank took a deep breath and said coldly: "You don't need to tell me, I will save her, but now I'm in a little trouble."
"That sniper?" Sherron walked out of the darkness behind Frank, broke off the mobile phone he bought temporarily, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, that guy is dead."
As he said that, he stretched out his hand: "Let's get to know Sherron again, senior detective of the US National Bureau of Investigation (nia)."
Frank didn't say anything, but suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Xie Lun's throat, but his vision went dark, and Xie Lun grabbed his own throat and lifted it up.
"Don't be impulsive, Frank." Sherron said with a smile, "I know a guy who looks similar to you, is more skilled than you, but has less hair than you. He is no match for me, let alone you. "