paris, old town

Like old cities in other countries around the world, the streets here are narrow, the houses are old, and there are not even a few high-rise buildings, most of which are three or four-story buildings.

In a room, the sound of the TV reverberated in the room, and the program was playing the news of the terrorist attack on Notre Dame Cathedral. A wanted order for Winter appeared on the TV screen.

The screen would switch to the bombed cathedral and then to the host, and from time to time the photos on the wanted poster would be taken close-up.

Looking at the face on the screen, the thief walked nervously around the living room, fidgeting. He wanted to smoke a cigarette to calm down, but he put the cigarette in his mouth shakily, but couldn't light it.

Chet~

The thief threw away the cigarette angrily and stamped his feet as hard as he could. He was angry at his fear, but his body couldn't help but tremble.

The scene of the knife tip piercing the prostitute's chest always appeared in his mind and could not be taken away.

He accidentally had a relationship with a terrorist. He regretted why he went to the square and why he wanted to steal that man.

The thief forced himself to calm down and sat on the sofa, but he felt something in his pocket that disturbed him. He took out a USB flash drive. He suddenly remembered that this USB flash drive seemed to belong to the terrorist.

The thief panicked. He remembered that scene and the man's hellish voice again: "Where are my things?"

Maybe what the other party wants is not the passports at all, but the USB drive.

Thinking of this, the thief became even more frightened and did not dare to stay at home anymore. He found a backpack and started packing his things.

…

Outside the building, on the street

Wearing a hood and hiding his face in the shadows, Winter was walking on the street, looking around from time to time. No one on the street noticed that this ordinary-looking guy was the wanted criminal on TV.

"Dududu~~"

The phone rang. Winter looked at the number on the caller ID and pressed the connect button.

“What happened to the explosion at Notre Dame Cathedral?”

What came over the phone was Solomon Lane's iconic husky voice.

"It wasn't me, it might have been Owen, I met him here..."

Ryan's brows furrowed when he heard the name Owen, and after pondering, he continued to ask: "Did the formula fail?"

"I didn't miss it, but there was a little accident. The formula was stolen by a thief. I'm recovering it..."

"Contact me after you recover it, and I will send someone to pick you up..."

After hanging up the phone, Winter also stopped, looked at the street sign, and then at the building number, confirming that this was the address the police told him.

Winter turned into the small building, entered the unit, and began to go upstairs along the stairs.

This old-fashioned residential building is only three stories high, has no elevator, and all entrances and exits are by stairs. There are not many residents in the building. Winter doesn't know which room the other person is in, so he listens one by one.

Several rooms on the first floor were quiet. Winter followed the stairs to the second floor. The room directly opposite the stairs suddenly opened, and an old lady holding a dog came out, apparently about to go out.

Winter lowered his head slightly to ensure that the old lady could not see his face, stepped aside to let the old lady pass, and prepared to go directly to the third floor.

At this moment, the sound of the door opening came from the fourth floor.

The thief panicked, carrying his bag and preparing to run away, but as soon as he walked out the door, he met Winter's eyes at the bottom of the stairs.

The thief saw Winter, and Winter also saw the thief. The next second, the thief turned around and ran away, while Winter chased after him.

The thief rushed home, locked the door, and then panicked for a way out. When he saw the window, he climbed out without saying a word.

Outside the door, Winter found that the door was locked. He took two steps back and kicked the door lock. The door opened with a sound.

Winter rushed into the room. There was no sign of the thief anywhere. After checking, he stuck his head out of the window and saw the thief running wildly on the roof.

Winter also climbed out of the window, and the two of them chased each other on the roof.

…

alarm call center

A new police call came in, and the operator connected it. Then an old female voice came out nervously: "I...I want to call the police. I met a person in my building. He looks like the one wanted in the news."

He looks like a terrorist. He looks like he's chasing someone. My address is..."

A minute later, the case was reported to the Serious Crime Unit of the Paris Police Headquarters. Damien and his men rushed downstairs, and several police cars and gigantic assault vehicles rushed out of the parking lot of the police headquarters.

At the same time, Ela, who was listening to all this, reported an address, and the van accelerated and headed towards the same location.

…

On the roof of the building, Winter easily broke the thief's neck, picked up the USB flash drive on the ground, blew it, and put it into his arms. Winter was an agent, agile, and he was a parkour master before joining the Russian intelligence agency.

, these obstacles on the roof may be obstacles to others, but they are nothing to him.

After going downstairs, Winter put on his hood again and appeared in an alley. Just as he was about to leave, there was a sudden sound of brakes at the entrance of the alley, and then a large number of gign anti-terrorism SWAT officers and police blocked both ends.

Both sides of the alley entrance were blocked by police. Damien quickly rushed into the alley with Gign. When Winter saw something was wrong, he immediately rushed into the building next door and walked up quickly.

Damien took the lead and followed closely behind.

Winter reappeared in the thief's house, climbed through the window, climbed to the rooftop, and ran wildly. The agile Damien did not show weakness. Although he is not a parkour master, practicing martial arts since he was a child has made his body extremely flexible, and it is no problem to cope with these.

.

Bang bang bang bang~

Damien fired several shots, but without exception, they all missed. The GIGN special police in heavy equipment had long been left behind. Damien and Winter chased each other on the rooftop, and Winter was a standard runner.

Cool way, every movement is like a civet cat, the body is stretched and smooth, and it is indescribably good-looking.

Damiai, on the other hand, relied entirely on the flexibility of his body. He ran if he could and jumped if he couldn't. There were almost no movements to relieve his strength. Although his movements were not as good-looking as those of parkour, his speed was not much inferior.

The two of them ran and fired on the rooftop. After a while, both of their bullets were empty. Neither of them chose to change the magazine. The action of changing the magazine would affect the balance and slow down the speed, so the two of them had a tacit understanding.

give up.

Winter was running fast, and suddenly he flipped forward and crossed a vent. After landing, he continued to run without losing speed, and then quickly passed through the patio without any protection on both sides. The ground below could be clearly seen from the edge of the patio.
Chapter completed!