The world of American TV series: Starting with the L.A. Patrol.

After finishing his tasteless breakfast of croissants, soft-boiled eggs and milk, Cassel fell asleep on the sofa without realizing it.

This guy thought hard all night last night, but still couldn't figure out why he and his daughter were targeted by an intelligence organization or spies.

Jack has read almost all of his works. The only one that has something to do with spies is the one mentioned earlier, a novel in which the protagonist goes to Langley for research because his background is somewhat related to the CIA.

At this time, there was a light knock on the door, and Jack went to open it. Brian, who had gone out in the middle of the night last night, appeared at the door with a violin case on his back and two black sports bags, one large and one small, in his hands.

"I don't know if this will do what you want, but it's the best I could get in France."

Jack opened the violin case and saw a disassembled AR-series assault rifle inside. At first glance, it looked like an SR25, but the details were very different. It was also equipped with a "Godfire" silencer and a 6x48mm scope.

"Uh," he hesitated for a moment and asked uncertainly, "Is this from the British?"

Brian nodded. "L129A1, the British Army's current precision marksman rifle."

The Russian pistols, the British rifles, the American agents and himself, a Chinese soul traveler, are fighting against a mysterious organization in Paris, France. It is rare to get all the elements of the five major gangsters together.

Jack gave it a quick check and was quite satisfied. Although it was not a new gun, it probably hadn't been used many times. The rifling was still new and it was well maintained. Apart from the smell of gun oil, there was almost no smell of gunpowder. However, he still had to fire a few rounds with it before he could be completely relieved.

"Here are the ghillie suit and throat microphone you asked for." Brian then handed over the slightly smaller black sports bag.

When Jack opened it, he found not only camouflage clothes and communicators inside, but he even thoughtfully prepared chocolates and empty mineral water bottles.

It was not even 6 o'clock in the morning. According to their discussion last night, Jack, who was in charge of the ambush, had to go to the scene in advance to ambush. This meant that he had to find a place and lie there motionless for nearly 10 hours like a real sniper.

Considering that there is no direct contact between the two parties and there is no need to consider the possibility of changing the location, this is probably the safest way.

"That phone hasn't rung yet?" Brian's eyes were filled with deep worry.

Jack shook his head helplessly. The anonymous mobile phone given by the mysterious man had been turned on all the time. He even turned on the positioning function, but there was still no movement.

Brian's worries were not without reason. If the other party was really coming for Alexis and Cassel as they guessed, then Kim would have no value at all and would become a hostage who could be disposed of at will.

Now they can only hope that the other party will bring the "less important" Kim when delivering the ransom this time. Of course, it would be better if both girls could appear on the scene, but if only Alexis is there at that time, Kim would probably be in danger.

"It's going to be okay. Keep hope." Jack himself felt that such consolation was pale and powerless. He could only hope that Brian and Kim's protagonist halo would be more powerful.

Brian said nothing more and opened another large sports backpack, which was covered with three bulletproof vests and filled with neatly stacked 500-euro bills.

Jack picked up one of the bulletproof vests and put it on, then picked up a stack of euros and flipped through it, looking pretty realistic.

Although the other party gave them most of the day, Chris was not there at the moment and Jack had no way of coming up with 500 million euros in France. It might be possible for Cassell and Brian to barely get the money together.

But they didn't even bring their passports this time. The only way to get so much cash from a French bank was probably to rob a money truck.

Fortunately, it is now clear that the other party has ulterior motives, and they don't need to worry about whether or not to pay the money honestly.

Brian, the retired agent, still had some old underground connections in Paris. He not only got guns for Jack, but also a batch of counterfeit banknotes.

"Keep an eye on that guy." After leaving a warning, Jack picked up his violin case and carried his sports bag out the door.

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The Palace of Fontainebleau is one of the largest royal palaces in France. It is located on the left bank of the Seine in a forest covering an area of ​​170 square kilometers. It has been used as a hunting palace for French kings since the 12th century. It is about 60 kilometers away from the city of Paris.

The coordinates of the woods outside the Palace of Fontainebleau that the kidnappers mentioned on the phone were actually a long way away from the location of the palace. Jack drove a Renault "Twingo" car that was similar to the old man's car and pretended to be a tourist as he drove around the area.

After confirming that there was no one there, he pushed the car directly into a small pit on the side of the road, put on a ghillie suit and went into the forest. Soon, a few barely audible sounds came from the depths of the dense forest, startling a few birds.

At 3:30 p.m., a Mercedes-Benz X-Class pickup truck appeared at the end of the forest path. After it stopped, two burly men wearing black ski masks got out from the back seat, looked around with MP5 submachine guns in hand, and quickly returned to the car.

Fifteen minutes later, Brian appeared on the other side of the forest path in a rented Citroen C15 and stopped the car after seeing the Mercedes pickup truck from a distance.

The two cars waited for a while, about forty or fifty meters apart. Brian opened the door of the Citroen first, and then Cassel got out of the car nervously holding a large bag of money. The two walked to the front of the car together.

The door of the Mercedes pickup truck opened again, and this time four guys wearing black ski masks got out, all holding MP5 submachine guns. They worked in groups of two, slightly bent over, and moved cautiously towards this side.

Castle resisted the urge to reach for the communicator in his ear, his lips moving slightly, "This is wrong, where is Alexis?"

"Shut up! Follow the plan." Jack's barely audible warning came from the headset, and the voice seemed to only roll in his throat.

"Where is our daughter?" Seeing the four men approaching, Cassel threw the bag of money on the ground, leaned over to unzip it to reveal the cash inside, then hurriedly retreated to the front of the car and asked loudly.

The four of them continued to approach without saying a word, and stopped only when they were less than 10 meters away.

"Are you two the only ones?" The leader took out two photos, looked at Cassel, then at Brian, as if he was verifying their identities.

Cassel nodded quickly, "Yes, it's just the two of us."

"Rick Cassel? Who are you?" The leader pointed the gun at Brian.

"Bryan Mills, the father of the other girl." Brian's voice became hoarse. "We have brought the money you asked for. Now we just want to see our daughter."

"Put your hands on your head and kneel down!" The leading kidnapper tilted his head slightly, and two people from the other group walked up behind the two men with guns, put their guns to the back of Cassel and Brian's heads, and forced them to kneel on the ground.

"We just want our daughter!" Cassel suddenly looked up and shouted, finding courage from nowhere.

"Haha, they will meet you in hell!" The leader sneered and nodded slightly to the two people behind Cassel and Brian, signaling them to take action.

The woods seemed to become quiet all of a sudden. The noisy bird calls seemed to have disappeared at this moment. A yellow oak leaf fell from the branch and was instantly shattered by two bullets that came from nowhere.

There was no sound of gunfire, but as bullets whistled through the air, two flowers of blood appeared almost simultaneously on the heads of the two men in black hoods standing behind Cassel and Brian.

Almost at the same time, Brian put down his right hand, and with a flick of his wrist, the "Viper" was already in his palm, and with a "bang" he shot down the black hood next to him.

The leader of the kidnappers found himself alone before he could react. Fear rising in his heart, he subconsciously wanted to raise the MP5 in his hand, but he saw that Brian's gun was pointed at him. The next moment, a series of bangs were heard.