chsdbacks Chapter 800 Yes, He Did All of This
Chapter 800 Yes, He Did All of This
The woman held the phone, her fingertips gently sliding across the cold screen, examining it with sharp eyes.
Mojito's deep and confident voice sounded beside her: "I guess there's all the evidence you need in there."
He nodded slightly, and his figure immediately blended into the flowing light and shadow and the crowd in the square, and he left silently.
Warm orange-yellow light flows quietly across the vast square. The mirror-smooth ground is covered with regular geometric patterns, reflecting the gradually golden-red sky and the rising sun.
Two tiny black figures, heading in completely different directions, silently disappeared at the end of the sight.
France, Paris, noon
A black-painted attack helicopter roared over Paris like a predatory hawk. The Eiffel Tower, a majestic steel structure, stood out against the skyline.
The dense buildings range from low houses to skyscrapers, arranged in an orderly manner.
The winding Seine River flows quietly through the city like a silver-gray ribbon. Boats are dotted on the river, and several ancient stone bridges span the two banks, connecting the city's veins.
Inside the helicopter, Ryan was surrounded by soldiers in camouflage uniforms, protective gear, and armed with guns, standing in a high-alert posture. The cold metal restraints tightened around his neck, his posture humiliating like an animal waiting to be slaughtered.
On the banks of the Seine, under a wide bridge
To the right was a tightly closed metal shutter door and a overflowing trash can. To the left was a dark space supported by several thick concrete pillars, with gaps between them wide enough for trucks to pass through. The river, the bridge, and the buildings on the opposite bank were clearly visible in the light from the opening.
The roar of engines approached from afar as two white vans drove into the shadow of the bridge tunnel. The metal shutter door of the rear tunnel slowly rose, and the first truck backed into the garage smoothly.
At this time, the helicopter was already hovering over Notre Dame Cathedral.
Zuo La in the cab shifted the car into reverse gear and opened a narrow metal observation window at the rear.
A cold gaze penetrated the window - inside the cargo compartment, several armed men covered in black tactical equipment, masks and bulletproof helmets stood like statues, holding modified precision rifles in their hands, the muzzles of the guns dark, emitting the breath of death.
In the other truck, Baijiu also opened the observation window to check behind him. Mojito sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed thoughtfully on the open bridge exit ahead, as if he were hiding a secret.
Baijiu pushed open the car door, got out alone, and walked towards the rough and cold concrete pillars on the river bank.
Like a skilled magician, he pulled out an inconspicuous black device from his pocket and swiftly and precisely attached it to the wall—a miniature camera. Deep in the bridge tunnel, with his vision obstructed, this "eye" would monitor the entrance for him.
He held the phone flat, and the screen showed a real-time image of the passage ahead: empty and peaceful.
At this moment, the roar of propellers in the air suddenly approached, like thunder rolling by! Baijiu put down his phone and looked up at the source of the sound—the target had arrived!
The attack helicopter slowly descended onto the designated landing pad. The powerful airflow whipped up by its propellers resembled a hurricane, stirring up dust from the ground. Its silhouette cast a massive, oppressive image in the afternoon sun. Two fully armed support soldiers stood ready.
The moment the cabin door opened, Ryan was dragged out of the cabin by two soldiers like a chicken being roughly picked up.
Behind him, more soldiers formed a strict cordon. His feet barely had a chance to touch the ground before he was dragged down the gangway.
Ryan had long been numb to it; it had been like this every day for the past two weeks. He was transported between countries like merchandise, his soul seemingly separated from this humiliated body.
He was shoved into the back of a black armored transport vehicle.
A gloomy chill instantly engulfed him. He stared wide-eyed, yet within them was a calm, stagnant pool. With a clanking sound, the heavy shackles clamped down around his ankles, locking them coldly.
Under the bridge, inside the cab of a white truck, Baijiu folded his hands on the steering wheel, his body slightly tilted, his gaze fixed on something outside the window, lost in silent thought.
Mojito, sitting in the passenger seat, broke the silence, his voice filled with deliberate inquiry: "Did Ryan really gas a village of 2,000 people?"
Baijiu nodded silently, his jawline as tight as a knife blade: "Yes."
Mojito pressed on, his tone tinged with exaggerated inquiry: "Did he really plan to crash an entire airliner... just to kill one person?"
Baijiu half-pursed his lips, a barely perceptible trace of anxiety flashed across his brow, and his voice was slightly perfunctory: "Well, it's all true."
Mojito seemed to be extremely "interested" and leaned forward slightly: "He really-"
"Mojito." Baijiu swallowed his saliva, calmed himself down, and explained earnestly: "No matter what you heard, as long as it gives you goose bumps, it is very likely to be true."
Mojito was silent for a few seconds before slowly uttering two words, his eyes filled with shock: "Oh my God..."
He looked at Baijiu meaningfully, a strange smile on his face: "You are the one who caught him, right? How long do you think he can keep this secret?"
Baijiu's gaze was still directed out the window, his voice calm, yet revealing a determination to burn his boats: "We'll act accordingly when the time comes, and burn our boats."
The convoy escorting Ryan formed a black steel torrent on the ancient streets of Paris.
The mounted police officer leading the way in front turned on his dazzling police lights, his motorcycles were driving on the stone-paved road, and the convoy passed by a modern glass curtain wall building.
On the side of the road, a female rider wearing a black tight leather jacket and a full-face black helmet stared coldly at this "moving Great Wall" like a dormant cheetah.
She suddenly turned the car around, the engine roared, and she cut in from the flank of the convoy, passing under the adjacent bridge arch supported by thick stone pillars, keeping parallel with the convoy.
The convoy drove onto an ancient stone bridge, its arches neatly arranged, telling of the vicissitudes of time. A train roared past the bridge arch above the female rider's head, making a deafening roar.
Not far away, the top floor platform of a tall building.
A bald man holding a communication device surveyed everything below with a hawk-like gaze. He spoke into the microphone in a cold, steely voice, "Move!"
A heavy black truck, originally parked on the side of the road, suddenly started up. Surprisingly, it was towing another equally massive truck behind it! This steel behemoth suddenly shot out from around the corner, aiming directly at the escort convoy!
The moment the driver in the car approached the convoy, a hint of madness flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly turned the steering wheel to the opposite direction!
The immense centrifugal force instantly lifted the front wheels off the ground! Like giant beasts out of control, the two trucks uttered a sharp, twisting sound as they toppled over to the left! The massive bodies of the trucks, like two suddenly collapsing city walls, completely blocked the road on the left side of the convoy, stirring up a cloud of dust!
The mounted police officer leading the way reacted quickly, waving his arms vigorously and blasting a sharp whistle, signaling the entire convoy to urgently turn to the right fork! Because the convoy couldn't turn around and time was tight, the decision maker didn't dare to pause for fear of being ambushed.
The female rider under the bridge saw the rear of the convoy turn, and her eyes flashed sharply under her helmet. Without hesitation, she turned left in advance, and with a roar of the engine, she disappeared into the depths of another alley.
The convoy was forced to drive under the bridge tunnel, which was guarded by Baijiu. He looked at the surveillance footage on his phone, his eyes glaring, and suddenly started the engine! He slammed the accelerator pedal to the floor with his right foot!
"Squeak!!" The tires made a sharp friction sound against the ground! The huge inertia caught the fully armed commandos in the cargo compartment off guard, and their bodies slammed violently into the hard compartment wall out of control!
Almost at the same moment!
"boom--!!!"
The front of the white truck, like a cannonball fired from a gun, slammed into the side of the black armored vehicle that was transporting Ryan with tremendous force!
The immense force of the impact instantly lifted the heavy armored carriage off the ground! Like a boulder thrown from a catapult, it rolled and irreversibly crashed into the Seine below!
"boom--!!!"
The moment it fell into the river, the water exploded like a bomb! The cold, turbid river water, carrying white foam, rushed up into the sky, forming a short and ferocious water curtain!