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

In order to facilitate concealment, the "Viper" in Brian's hand did not have a troublesome silencer. The crisp gunshots startled various birds nearby, and they flapped their wings and flew into the sky, circling around the treetops.

The battle lasted only a few seconds from start to finish. Cassel followed Brian's instructions throughout the whole process and huddled up on the ground with his head in his hands when he heard the gunshots.

Every time a gunshot rang out, he shook involuntarily as if he had been shot. It took him a long time to hesitantly stand up and look behind him.

The bodies of the two masked men behind him were quite scary, with their tofu pudding shattered all over the floor. The great writer was so frightened that he shuddered and quickly turned around to look forward.

It turned out that the one in front of him was similar. Brian shot him in the chin, and the bullet flew out from the top of his head, even the top of his head flew off.

The only one alive was the leader who had been standing in front of the two men and speaking. Brian had just fired four shots, breaking his limbs. At this moment, he was rolling on the ground screaming in pain.

"Is this the end?" Cassel looked around in confusion, but couldn't find Jack.

"Not yet." Brian walked to the body in front of Cassel and turned it over with his foot. He saw a bloody hole under the armpit of the body. The bullet passed through the ribs and hit his heart.

He roughly estimated in his mind the position where the deceased had been standing before, then turned around and pointed the "Viper" in his hand at a bunch of bushes beside the path.

"Do I need to ask you?"

As Cassel looked on in surprise, a bunch of sparse bushes not far away rustled for a while, and then a small clump of them suddenly grew much taller and turned into a human figure.

"Calm down." A deep voice came, "If I wanted you to die, you would already be a corpse."

"That may not be the case. My companions should have discovered you long ago." Brian retorted bluntly.

The human-shaped bush snorted with disdain, pulled off the camouflage net on his body and walked towards the two people. In his hand was an early model of the AUG assault rifle with a silencer, which was the "magic cube rifle" in the old version of CS, also called "mirror" by players.

The setting sun, which was gradually setting, cast its afterglow through the leaves of the forest, illuminating a large, boiled egg-like head, making it glow red.

"Frank? Frank Moses? Why is it you?" Jack's puzzled voice came from the other side of the path. Bruce Willis's big bald head was too conspicuous.

Cassel looked left and right, looking a little confused, "Do you know each other?"

Jack shook his wet trouser legs and walked onto the road awkwardly. He stayed motionless on an oak tree for eight or nine hours. The mouth of the mineral water bottle that Brian prepared for him was too small and he couldn't use it at all. In order to avoid being exposed, he directly drank from the tree trunk.

There is nothing to be ashamed of. Sniper's job is disgusting. Professional snipers will change their diet in advance before carrying out a mission, or even develop a vegetarian habit to reduce the number of excretions to avoid having a big bowel movement during a mission and attracting wild animals or patrolling dogs.

"I saw the location of the phone. I was wondering why you stayed here motionless for several hours." Frank looked a little embarrassed.

Half of the doubts in everyone's mind were immediately solved. It turned out that the mysterious man who had tortured Roger Hansen before was this Frank, and he also knew Jack. No wonder he left a cell phone and a note and pointed them to him.

"Why didn't you call after you left your cell phone number?" Jack was a little confused as to what this old CIA man was doing.

Frank was even more embarrassed when he asked this, and he lowered his voice a lot, "I took the fastest direct flight to Paris, but I didn't expect you to arrive so early."

"The fastest flight you take." Jack was speechless for a while, feeling as if his filter was broken. Well, come to think of it, this seems to be reasonable.

For an old CIA agent who had been retired for many years and wanted to conceal his identity, the fastest way to get from New York to Paris was to take a commercial flight using a fake passport prepared in advance.

"What is going on?" He had a lot of questions that needed to be answered.

"Clean these up first, and we'll talk about it when we get to a safe place." Frank said as he walked up to the kidnapper who was still groaning on the ground and shot him in the head to end his suffering. "This guy is useless now."

Then he bent down and took the other person's mobile phone from the body, took out a number from it and wrote it down, shot the phone again and smashed it, then picked up the bullet shell on the ground.

On the other side, Brian took out two pre-prepared shovels from the trunk of the Citroen C5, handed them to Cassel who was still in a daze, and motioned him to help dig the hole.

The mud in the forest is actually not that easy to dig because there are too many tree roots and there are also large and small stones. After Jack changed his pants in the car and came out, Cassel, a lazy guy, had only dug a small hole.

Taking the shovel from him, Jack and Brian worked together and it took them half an hour to dig a nearly two-meter-deep pit, burying the four bodies and several weapons in it.

Jack only fired two shots at the tree, and he had collected the shell casings. Brian also picked up all the shell casings left by the shots he had fired.

At the same time, Frank also threw the Mercedes pickup truck driven by the kidnappers somewhere unknown, and reappeared in a Renault SUV, waving at the three people, "Let's go, I'll take you to a safe place."

Jack drove after him out of the Forest of Fontainebleau, all the way back to Paris, and finally stopped at an old apartment building.

Walking up the creaking stairs to the top floor, Frank opened a door and gestured to the three people to come in. "This is one of the safe houses I originally arranged. It is safe for the time being."

The room was full of dust and looked like it had been unused for many years. The air was filled with a musty smell from not having the windows opened for ventilation for a long time.

"What would you like to drink?" Frank took out a bottle of bourbon whiskey from the cabinet that had been there for who knows how long and was also covered in dust.

"Who is he? Is he also an agent? Do you know who kidnapped my daughter?" Cassel started asking a series of questions.

Although this room seemed to have been uninhabited for a long time, it still had water and electricity. Frank washed four cups and placed them on the table, then poured wine into them with a relaxed expression.

"It doesn't matter. I was just asked to help rescue your daughter. Don't worry, as far as I know, they should be safe now."

"I know you, Frank Moses. You were once one of our best covert action agents. You have taken down countless drug lords, terrorists, and even overthrown a government.

Even after retirement, you are still labeled as a "red man". No one will hire someone like you." Brian directly exposed someone's past.

"What's a 'red' label?" Cassel looked at Brian and then at Frank. Seeing that neither of them had any intention of speaking to him, he looked at Jack for help.

"'R·E·D' Red, retired, extreme, dangerous."

After Jack finished explaining, he took a sip from his glass and directly expressed his guess.

"They are actually coming for you, right? The kidnapping of Sara Elmasri is to make this incident appear on national news or even international news, and thus indirectly inform you who is hiding in Texas."

Frank's cheek twitched slightly, and his expression was a little struggling. "I said it's not important. What's important is to find a way to rescue those two girls. Didn't I tell you to come to Paris alone? Why did you bring these two guys with you?

OK, I'll admit that one of them might be able to help a little, but the other one is just causing a mess."

"Because we are on a C-17 transport plane, there is enough space in the cabin and there is no need to rush to grab tickets for the earliest flight." Jack poked someone's sore spot in an extremely insidious manner and then explained.

"Believe me, if I didn't bring them along, they would have made a bigger fuss."

"Wait, I don't understand." Cassel couldn't wait for the two to slowly come up with a witty conversation, so he stood between Jack and Frank, "What does this have to do with Alexis and Kim? Why did they arrest them?"

Frank looked at Cassel and then at Jack. After hesitating for a while, he faced Brian and said with difficulty, "Their target is Alexis. Your daughter was just implicated. I'm very sorry."

Brian resisted the urge to throw a punch. "Now there's nothing to hide. Tell the truth. What's going on?"

Frank stroked his bald head and sighed deeply, "This is all my fault. I was too careless. I don't know how the other party knew about the relationship between Alexis and me. They knew that if they caught her, I would show up and find a way to save her."

Cassel was immediately furious, listening to what the old bald guy said, "Why? What does it have to do with you? I saw Alexis was born with my own eyes, you old bastard, tell me clearly!"

"She's my granddaughter!" Frank got furious when he heard Cassel yelling at him, "Richard, you're my son!"

With a clang, the wine glass in Jack's hand fell to the ground, and the wine spilled all over the floor. The glass did not break, but rolled on the wooden floor.

What did he hear? Is this world crazy? He looked at the shiny bald head in front of him, and then at Cassel with his thick "hair". He couldn't find any similarity between the two faces.