Michael, far away in Africa, saw Johnny's message and was almost numb.
How could there be such a coincidence in the world?
I just told you that my friend's daughter was kidnapped, and then you tell me that you witnessed the whole process?
The sudden shock left Michael momentarily unsure how to reply to that message, and after a while, he finally responded with, "Really?"
The next second, Johnny sent a picture with a caption.
"The two of them got into this car."
What the f*ck?
You're serious, A-Zhen?
Unfortunately, his good friend Brian was currently on a plane, so he couldn't contact him.
He could only say to Johnny, "Please, help me find him."
Johnny replied with an OK gesture.
Subsequently, Johnny found the video from his phone, the one showing the man's face, and handed it to Harry.
"Help me find this man."
Harry tilted his head, saw the man's photo on the phone, and Merlin, located at the London headquarters, immediately mobilized their intelligence network.
With the vast intelligence resources of the Knights of the Round Table, the photo was quickly analyzed.
Then, Harry took out his phone from his suit pocket, displaying all the information.
He handed the phone to Johnny, who glanced at it.
Mark Krajic, an Albanian crime syndicate leader, ruthless and cruel, orchestrates the human trafficking chain in Paris, directly involved in kidnapping women and selling them into the underground sex trade market.
Composed mainly of Albanian immigrants, they form a clearly hierarchical criminal network. Lower-level members are responsible for kidnappings, such as luring young girls at the airport, middle-level members handle transportation and control of victims, and the high-level leader, Mark, connects with buyers and manages the auction process.
They target young women traveling alone, with Paris as their operational center, using drugs to force victims into submission, and are suspected of collaborating with local official organizations.
Johnny fell silent after reading the information, never expecting to encounter such an organization on his journey.
"Damn it! I can't believe it's such a criminal gang!"
From just these few lines, Johnny could imagine the enormous chain of profit and the countless victims hidden behind it.
Harry didn't speak, but his expression showed his anger towards this organization.
The Knights of the Round Table were never an official organization; they were a spontaneously formed unofficial justice organization.
They abhorred this type of gang the most.
Using illicit means to kidnap these women and force them into these acts had already crossed their bottom line.
At this moment, even a brutal scientific criminal like Valentine had to take a back seat.
Brutal as Valentine was, he merely used people for cruel experiments; his ultimate goal was for so-called domination and arms sales.
But this underground criminal organization led by Mark was utterly twisted in its humanity.
"Daniel, hurry up, we have something big to do." Johnny patted the driver's seat in front, and Daniel understood.
For him, it was just a matter of pressing the accelerator, especially since the peugeot 406 in racing mode was extremely fast, shortening the journey from Basel to Paris from 5 and a half hours to 3 hours and 47 minutes.
When Johnny and Harry stood on this street, to be honest, no one would associate this place with Mark's notorious crime syndicate.
This was Paradise Street in Paris, France, a slightly downhill street. Johnny and Harry arrived at the entrance of a large red door.
According to the intelligence provided by Merlin, their stronghold was behind this door.
Harry and Johnny exchanged glances, both simultaneously drawing their guns from under their armpits.
Johnny pulled out his sand viper; he hadn't used all the bullets in the church. He had brought 4 spare magazines, plus the original one, making a total of 5. He had emptied 3 of them.
He still had two magazines left, which meant 40 rounds of subsonic ammunition.
Harry pulled out his HKP7, then took a silencer from another pocket and slowly screwed it on.
"At times like these, we should use silent anger to eliminate evil, like gentlemen."
The sunlight shone on Harry's glasses, reflecting a brilliant gleam.
This English gentleman also seemed to be on the verge of anger at this moment; the black HKP7 in his hand also seemed to suppress a silent rage.
The two exchanged glances, then simultaneously pushed open the door.
Upon entering, two henchmen were sitting there playing cards.
When they saw Johnny and Harry enter, the two henchmen were clearly stunned, but before they could react, Johnny and Harry simultaneously raised their hands, each giving them a 'peanut'.
Puff, puff!
With two muffled gunshots, both were shot in the forehead and fell to the ground. Immediately after, Harry and Johnny exchanged glances, one going left and one going right, heading towards the stairs.
Johnny went up the left staircase, encountering several members of the crime syndicate along the way. Johnny said nothing, only pulling the trigger repeatedly.
The 6 members of the criminal gang encountered in the stairwell were all eliminated without exception.
Johnny continued upwards, then arrived at the second floor. On the second floor, several more members of the criminal gang were sitting in a room, playing cards and cursing.
Johnny simply walked into each room, then pulled the trigger.
For these scumbags, there was no need to even call the police; sending them directly to Satan was enough.
After Johnny completely cleared the second floor, he heard muffled sounds from the other side, knowing that Harry was also moving quickly.
He then walked up the stairs to the third floor, where Johnny saw 6 members of the criminal gang sitting in one of the rooms.
He didn't immediately open fire, instead putting his gun-holding hand behind his back, walked into the room, and blocked the doorway.
"A coffee, no sugar, please."
Hearing Johnny's words, one of them actually got up to make Johnny coffee.
The others looked at Johnny suspiciously.
Johnny spoke, "I'm the new police officer, here to collect protection money."
The men were very confused, and the man who had gone to make Johnny coffee also walked over, handing a cup of coffee to Johnny.
"We just settled the protection money with Mr. Makang this morning, why do we have to pay again?"
Facing the man's questioning, Johnny remained unperturbed, "Mr. Makang has been transferred to another department. I'm in charge now. As for the protection money, that's between Makang and you, it has nothing to do with me."
Seeing Johnny's somewhat firm attitude, the men, though displeased, didn't want to cause further trouble. One bearded man pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket, counted 15 bills, and handed them over.
"You damn police, as greedy as ever!"
Johnny didn't immediately take the wad of money, because his other hand was busy.
"Before collecting the protection money, I have a question to ask."
Johnny's gaze swept across the people in the room, "Excuse me, which one of you is Mr. Mark?"
Hearing his words, everyone laughed. The person who had just made him coffee suddenly laughed and said, "I am Mark, and their names are also Mark."
Clearly, they wouldn't easily reveal their leader's name.
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