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[That's just right, I'll use the French Mafia to eliminate both of you! ]
On the other side, in the abandoned warehouse at the dock, Harry lit a cigar for himself and looked down coldly at Mary who had fainted on the ground.
"Boss, what should we do with this woman?" asked a mafia member.
"Take her back first and treat her wounds. We can't let her die now." Harry said after exhaling a smoke ring.
"Yes!"
Immediately, two mafia members came forward, carried the unconscious Mary, took her to the car outside, and then left quickly.
"Clean up the blood on the floor."
"Yes!"
After shouting to the other two younger brothers behind him, Harry still stood in the warehouse, holding a cigar and puffing out smoke.
Something is not right.
He carefully recalled the old fox Andrew's previous reaction and vaguely sensed something unusual.
This old fox left so decisively. Clearly, information about the meeting had been leaked, but this old fox did not take the opportunity to put pressure on him. Instead, he acted like a reasonable person?
This is so strange, this is not the attitude of these British people.
That old fox must have guessed something...
Could it be MI6?
This idea suddenly popped into Harry's mind.
Harry knew very well that businessman was only Andrew's external identity. The real identity of this old fox was actually the head of the British MI6 in Paris.
Harry has always been aware of this and doesn't mind it at all. It can be said that it is precisely because of Andrew's identity that the business between the two has been able to remain stable until now.
As for the Franco-British feud?
Sorry, Harry is a pure person. As long as it is profitable, he doesn't care whether the other party is British, German or old.
But now it seems that this old fox Andrew has been targeted by MI6?
"Humph."
In response, Harry just smiled coldly. He threw the burnt cigar in his hand to the ground and stomped it out.
It didn't matter. After the transaction of the "inheritance" was completed, he would have no more cooperation with this old fox. By then, no matter what MI6 was, it would have nothing to do with him anymore.
"Boss, it's done."
At this time, the two mafia brothers who were cleaning up the bloodstains in the warehouse also ran over.
"Well, let's go back."
Nodding, Harry threw his windbreaker aside and turned to walk towards the car parked outside the warehouse.
"Whoosh!"
Suddenly, just as he walked out of the warehouse, a figure rushed out and kicked him out.
Chapter 408: Baihe! Get out of the way!
In the abandoned warehouse at the dock, when Mafia boss Harry and his two younger brothers had just cleaned up the bloodstains in the warehouse and were about to leave, Shirakawa Qing, who had also just arrived at the abandoned dock, noticed the three of them at first sight.
Without hesitation, adhering to the principle of "no nonsense when taking action", Bai Heqing took advantage of the gap when the three people did not notice him, rushed forward quickly, and kicked Harry, who was obviously the boss, several meters away with a flying kick.
His kick almost killed Harry. The two mafia brothers nearby saw this and shouted as they were about to pull out their pistols.
"who are you?!"
At the same time, after landing, Baihe Qing quickly punched out and accurately hit one of them in the throat, instantly shattering his laryngeal cartilage and causing his trachea to collapse and suffocate. Then he quickly snatched the pistol from his hand, turned around and pulled the trigger at another mafia brother who had just pulled out a pistol.
"Bah!"
Gunshots rang out, and one of the two mafia gangsters was shot dead on the spot, while the other covered his neck, spitting blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground struggling in pain.
The two men were knocked down in a flash. Bai Heqing, holding a pistol, walked towards Harry, who had just stood up a few meters away and recovered from Bai Heqing's flying kick.
“You, you are…”
Harry covered his chest and gasped violently. Just as he was about to speak, Bai Heqing suddenly rushed forward, kicked him down again with a kick, then stepped on his chest and pointed a gun at his head.
"Where are people?"
Bai Heqing looked at him coldly and asked in not very fluent English.
After being told by the mysterious woman in the apartment that Mary had been captured, Shirakawa Kiyoshi rushed here as quickly as possible.
According to the mysterious woman, in addition to a bunch of French mafia members on the dock, there seemed to be a fat businessman dressed as a British gentleman.
But when Bai Heqing hurried over, he only saw Harry and his two younger brothers who were about to leave. There was no sign of Mary either in the warehouse or in the car.
Obviously, Mary is not here now.
Either he was transferred away by these people, or he was killed. Considering that there might be an interrogation, the former is more likely than the latter.
"People? What people are you talking about?"
Harry, who was pointed at by a gun but not stepped on in the chest, took two deep breaths to recover his breath, and asked with a painful look on his face:
"Friend, can you tell me your identity first? My name is Harry, and I'm in Paris..."
"Bah!"
"Wow!"
A gunshot rang out, and Bai Heqing fired directly at the ground next to Harry's head, scaring him so much that he screamed subconsciously.
"Where is the person?" Bai Heqing moved the gun and aimed at his head again, his tone cold.
"Friend! Don't get excited! You should at least tell me who you are looking for..."
"Bah!"
"Ugh!"
Gunshots rang out again, and this time Bai Heqing shot him directly in the arm.
"Where are people?"
It was this unprofessional English sentence again. Stimulated by the pain, Harry's brain worked at high speed and he vaguely realized a possibility.
"My friend, you can't speak English, right? Do you understand French?"
Harry endured the pain, his body trembling slightly. Just as he asked this question, he saw Bai Heqing move the gun again and aim at his other arm.
"Wait, wait! Friend! We can't communicate at all if you keep doing this!"
Screaming in terror, stimulated by the will to survive, Harry's brain, which had been working to the limit, suddenly thought of a possibility.
The blonde woman they had captured before!
"Woman! Blonde woman! Friend, is it a blonde woman you are looking for?!"
When Shirakawa Kiyoshi was about to pull the trigger, Harry shouted this sentence loudly with the idea of gamble everything on it.
Suddenly, Bai Heqing's hand stopped. He seemed to understand the word "woman" in Harry's words. He moved the gun and aimed at Harry's head again.
"Where are people?"
Although it was exactly the same words as before, Harry knew that he had guessed right.
The brutal East Asian man in front of him was looking for the blonde woman they had captured before.
Finally heaving a sigh of relief, Harry, feeling as if he had survived a disaster, forced a smile towards Baikawa Qing.
"She, she's not here right now, buddy, please let me get up first, I'm going to the car to make a call..."
"Bah!"
Gunshots rang out, and another smoking bullet hole appeared on the ground next to his head.
"Where are people?"
"Phone! In the car! Phone!"
His body trembled with fear, and Harry didn't dare to say any more words. He pointed at the car parked next to him with his uninjured arm, and tried to convey what he wanted to say to Baihe Qing through words and gestures.
The blonde woman is not here now. Let me go to the car and call them to send her back.
Understanding what he meant, Bai Heqing stood up, lifted the foot that was on his chest, and took two steps back to signal him that he could get up.
"Okay, okay..."
Harry quickly got up from the ground, endured the pain, covered his still bleeding arm, opened the car door, picked up the car phone, and dialed a number.
"Boss, what do you want me to do?" The voice on the phone was the one of the mafia guy who had taken Mary away early.
"Hurry up and bring that blonde woman back." Harry took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady. He spoke in French.
Yes." Although they were puzzled, the younger brothers did not ask any more questions.
"Hurry up and remember to bring your weapons. I've met a madman here. When I shout 'shoot', you must kill him immediately. Do you understand?" Harry had a ferocious expression on his face, with his back to Bai Heqing outside the car.
No one can challenge us Mafia in Paris, boy!
Dare you shoot me?
Wait! I'm going to make you and that blonde woman suffer a fate worse than death!
"Yes!"
After the brief conversation, Harry put down the phone, then his frightened expression returned. He turned around and got out of the car, nodding repeatedly at Bai Heqing, who had a cold expression on his face.
"Okay, woman, it's coming soon."
Bai Heqing, who understood his words, raised a finger and said in broken English:
"Ten minutes, and you die."
Even though they were just a few ungrammatical words, Harry still understood what he meant.
Ten minutes, and if that blonde isn't sent over here, I'm going to kill you.
"Okay, okay..."
The waiting time was not long. Harry's gang arrived quickly. Only six or seven minutes later, a speeding car rushed into the dock and drifted to a stop in front of Baihe Qing and Harry.