After 10 seconds of strong electric shocks, Mark finally couldn't take it anymore. Under Brian's gaze, he finally confessed everything.
"We originally just wanted to inject your daughter with liquid heroin to get her addicted, making it easier to control her and sell her to people in the red-light district, forcing her into prostitution to make money."
Mark's eyes were filled with both mockery and fear.
"But after checking, we found out she was a virgin, so we abandoned that plan. Because a woman like that is a gem, a virgin is worth more, so we handed her over to an auction house to be auctioned off."
Hearing Mark's words, fury burned in Brian's eyes. His fists were tightly clenched and trembling slightly.
"Handed over to whom?"
Mark quickly blurted out the person's name, "Patrice St. Claire."
After hearing Mark say that name, Brian asked a few more questions, but the other party couldn't answer anything because that was all he knew.
Brian also knew he didn't have much time left, so he picked up the jacket lying nearby and put it on. He walked two steps to the electric generator, preparing to pull the switch again.
Seeing Brian make such a move, Mark's eyes instantly widened in terror, "No!!! I've told you everything I know, you can't do this!!!"
But Brian ignored his plea and expressionlessly pulled the switch. With a sizzling sound of electricity, Mark's voice abruptly stopped, and he trembled uncontrollably on the chair.
Johnny and Harry followed Brian out of the room. Meanwhile, Merlin at headquarters had already searched for the name Patrice St. Claire and found two suspicious individuals.
"Brian, I've already found out the identity of the guy named Patrice St. Claire. He runs an auction house," Harry told Brian the information he had found as they walked.
Brian nodded. He didn't have time to express gratitude now; he had to go find this guy named Patrice St. Claire first.
Johnny and Harry exchanged glances, said nothing, and silently followed behind him.
"Thank you both for your help. From now on, I can manage on my own. I can handle it."
Brian said this.
But Johnny, behind him, suddenly laughed, "You are indeed strong, but you are ultimately just one person. The two of us can help you see your daughter faster, so why not?"
With that, Johnny directly hooked his arm around Brian's shoulder and walked to the intersection, where a peugeot 406 taxi was parked.
Harry got into the taxi, opened the front door, and sat down, while Johnny opened the back door, let Brian get in, and then got in himself.
After getting in, Johnny took out a bag and placed it on Brian's lap.
As a former top CIA agent, based on the weight of the bag on his lap and the metallic clinking sound it made, he naturally knew what was inside.
"When necessary, some equipment is still needed."
Johnny directly unzipped the bag, revealing an m4 carbine and an MCX inside. Both guns were fully equipped.
"A person who exists in the underworld, a live human trafficking auction house, I don't think there's any need for it to exist anymore."
Johnny said with a smile, but his eyes revealed bone-chilling coldness.
Hearing Johnny's words, Brian nodded, then directly picked up the MCX inside.
After checking the gun and ammunition, he inserted the magazine into the slot: 3 magazines, 90 rounds of 7.62mm bullets.
Click!
He pulled the bolt, performing a tactical aiming motion inside the car.
Very good, as expected of a former CIA agent; he's very skilled with firearms.
Then, Johnny turned his gaze to Harry, but Harry shook his head.
"I'm more used to using a Pistol," Harry shook the HKP7 in his hand.
Johnny said nothing, but took out the m4 carbine from the bag, with 2 magazines, a total of 60 rounds of 5.5 NATO standard ammunition. After a brief check, he looked out the window.
Although the bullets seemed few, they should be enough for the upcoming operation. After all, both Johnny and Brian were top-tier Shooting experts and wouldn't waste extra bullets.
Then, Johnny pulled out a Uzi submachine gun from the bag and threw it to Harry, along with three magazines.
"Even if you use a Pistol, you should keep one for self-defense."
Harry didn't respond to Johnny's concern, but silently checked the firearm in his hand.
3 magazines of 32 rounds of Parabellum ammunition, totaling 96 rounds.
"These three magazines for this gun are only good for 1.5 seconds of trigger pulling; it's not as good as using a Pistol."
That's what he said, but he still loaded one of the magazines into the slot, put the other two magazines into the inner pocket of his suit, and hung the Uzi on his chest.
Johnny said nothing, just kept laughing.
Harry's veins on his forehead were practically bulging, so he directly turned his head to the front, no longer paying attention to that guy.
Soon, according to the address provided by Merlin, the peugeot 406 stopped near a house on the outskirts of Paris.
After a quick look, Harry determined that the seemingly ordinary house was the so-called underground live human auction house.
The three exchanged glances, then opened the car doors and got out.
It was already evening, and the sky had darkened. The three got out, armed, and were not so conspicuous under the cover of dusk.
Then, the three arrived at the fire door.
Johnny glanced at the other two, then reached out and knocked on the door.
The door opened a crack.
Without a word, Johnny raised the m4 carbine in his hand and pulled the trigger once. Since it had already been set to single-shot mode, pulling the trigger only fired once.
Puff!
A not-so-loud gunshot instantly rang out, and the security guard who had opened the door, ready to inquire, was directly pierced by Johnny's bullet.
Blood instantly splattered on the wall behind him.
Immediately after, Harry violently pulled open the door that was ajar. Brian, standing behind him, also quickly pulled the trigger.
On the way there, they had already investigated all the circumstances here. It could be said that no one was kind, and no one deserved to be spared.
So before getting out of the car, they had set a tone: today, they were here to drench the place in blood!
With Brian's shot, another security guard was taken down, and the three filed in.
The lighting inside was still bright, but Johnny walked and shot, killing almost all the security guards he encountered.
Harry, on the other hand, played support, taking out all the surveillance cameras.
This prevented their movements from being exposed and also prevented the enemy from knowing their direction of advance.
In this way, from opening the door to entering, in less than two short minutes, 12 people had fallen under the muzzles of the three.
Ahead was a corridor, shaped like a 'T'. After Johnny walked past, he quickly performed a tactical peek, then immediately stepped out and pulled the trigger at the security guard at the end of the corridor.
Puff!
As blood splattered, the man slowly collapsed to the ground.
"CLEAR!"
As Johnny's voice fell, Harry and Brian appeared simultaneously behind Johnny. Brian was responsible for the other end of the 'T', while Harry was responsible for guarding the rear.
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