William took the Swiss bank account number Claude had written on a note and called Phillips, his dedicated manager at the Swiss National Bank. Less than ten minutes later, Claude received a call from the bank. Listening to the account balance the bank's client manager reported, Claude smiled and nodded. "I'll get you formal authorization in two hours. Don't actually dismantle the Eiffel Tower."
"Of course, who would do that if it's not necessary? But if that situation really arises, why don't you take double what we've already given you and just retire?" William said, making a gesture with his fingers as if counting money. "As long as you can help us solve the problem."
"God, you're just like that lunatic Brian, all about brute force," Claude said dejectedly. He had already taken William's money, and if he took the money and didn't do the work, Claude knew Brian and this guy in front of him would definitely come after him. "We'll talk about it then. It seems I need to think about how to report this to my superiors. Try not to cause too much trouble. I'm just a director; I might not be able to handle it."
"Understood. We just want to find Ginny and her sister. I'll try my best with everything else. Can you tell me where they are now?" William said with a sly smile. His money wasn't so easy to take.
"Alright, I know they transport newly captured people to a construction site in Clichy Port. Only my superior knows the exact location." William left immediately after hearing this. Claude shouted behind him, "Hey, don't make a mess!"
William waved his hand behind Claude's back and said into his phone, "Brian, get the operational authority in France sorted. You know my situation; I can't make any legal mistakes."
"Understood. We can easily get the operational authority using the White House case as an excuse. Please, William, we don't have much time," Brian urged.
"No problem."
Three hours later, William received a call from Brian, who informed him that legal operational authorization had been obtained, and William was free to act.
He found a car rental company, rented a Land Rover, and drove for several hours to Clichy Port.
Clichy Port at night was a bustling scene of lights and revelry, with many streetwalkers on the streets near the port. William drove around for several blocks and then spotted an SUV parked not far from the streetwalkers at an intersection. Through the streetlights, he could see two burly men sitting in the car. Finally finding something useful, William took out a walkie-talkie and a bug from his storage space, drove near the SUV, and quietly placed the bug under the seat through the open car window using Mage Hand.
He turned on the walkie-talkie and tuned to the channel, hearing conversations William couldn't understand. William quickly called Sam in America, who had translation software.
After nearly an hour of trivial chatter, he finally got something useful. Sam quickly said, "Someone is on the phone. He has to go to the construction site to work. It seems some newly arrived goods have problems."
When William heard that someone was going to the construction site to deal with the new goods, he knew that the guy was talking about the kidnapped girls having issues. He hung up the phone and drove after him.
Half an hour later, the car followed to a large construction site. William drove his car to a high ground beside the site, took out his binoculars, and began observing. It was a gravel quarry, surrounded by rumbling noises. Many excavators were continuously digging gravel. In the open space behind the mining area, William saw many people queuing in front of a makeshift house. Someone at the entrance was collecting money; only those who paid were allowed in.
This should be the temporary trading house set up by these Albanians on the construction site, and there must be many girls kidnapped by these guys inside.
William observed carefully for a long time. There were no less than 20 armed individuals on this construction site, many of them openly carrying AKs. No wonder the French police didn't dare to bother these guys; ordinary police weapons couldn't match theirs.
Standing on the high ground, he mentally calculated how to sneak in. Most of the people on the construction site knew each other, and William would surely be suspected if he wore a mask. If he were discovered, a firefight in such an open area would be very disadvantageous for him; he couldn't possibly confront a dozen AKs.
However, a disadvantage, viewed from another angle, would certainly have an advantage. The construction site was not far from the sea, and the humidity in the air was very high. He used to be afraid of his magic being caught on camera in the city, but it wasn't a problem here.
The Albanians were afraid of leaving evidence, so they didn't even dare to install cameras, which conveniently helped William.
His mind entered the system, which he hadn't paid attention to for a long time, searching for suitable magic. Not long after, a fog slowly began to rise on the construction site.
Taking advantage of the increasingly dense fog, he rolled a few times on the ground, messed up his hair, and smeared mud on his face to pretend to be a worker. He easily paid the fee and entered the makeshift house.
Scanning with his mental power, he found more than 20 young girls in the makeshift house, each lying listlessly on cots, many already on the verge of being tortured to death. Looking at this hellish place, William's anger could no longer be contained. After scanning, William did not find Ginny's figure, only finding Ginny's denim jacket, which she had worn yesterday, on a girl who was delirious.
William stepped forward and gently patted her cheek, asking, "Where is the owner of this jacket? Where did you pick up this clothing?"
But the girl in front of him kept muttering to herself, "I want to go home, I want to go home."
William grabbed the girl's arm and saw several needle marks on it. Seeing this, William knew that the girl had already been driven out of her mind by these Albanians.
"What are you doing?" William heard a voice from the tent entrance and turned to see a bearded man walking in cautiously and asking. These people were really vigilant; seeing that William hadn't moved for a few minutes, he immediately came to check.
William said to the bearded man, "Why are all these girls out of their minds? Can't you get some better ones?" He stood up, patted his forehead, and pretended to be dissatisfied.
The bearded man said cautiously, "It's good enough to have these young girls. What more do you want for just 100 francs?"
"I should have gone to the port to find girls; at least there could be some communication or something. Hey, I'll give you 200 francs if you help me find some new 'goods,' how about it?" He then pulled out a 200-franc bill and handed it to the bearded man.
Seeing the 200 francs right in front of him, the bearded man, gripping a short gun in his right hand, reached out with his left to take it. But as soon as his hand touched William's, the bearded man suddenly started to shake as if he had the chills.
Seeing that the bearded man was paralyzed by the electric magic from his right hand, William immediately covered the bearded man's mouth, twisted his right hand behind the bearded man's back, and with a forceful twist of both hands, he heard a 'crack,' and the bearded man slumped to the ground.
William looked at the fallen bearded man with a smirk, secretly amused that this electric magic was quite useful. He wondered who would dare to shake his hand now, haha.
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