Chapter Five Hundred and Third [Too Tender]

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When the police car approached the entrance of the hotel domineeringly and stopped abruptly, several tall police officers in police uniforms walked out of the car quickly.

One of them was the only short and fat police officer in a windbreaker with slightly white hair, who walked in the front. After glancing at the Bentley at the entrance, he turned his gaze to everyone standing at the entrance with a solemn expression.

The moment he saw Yang Chen, the somewhat aged Caucasian police officer showed a rather smug smile, and walked directly in front of Yang Chen.

"Is it Mr. Yang from China?" the white police officer asked.

Yang Chen frowned, and glanced at Goodman on the side. The police came to the door so quickly, it was hard not to suspect that someone with something serious had tipped off the news.

Gu Deman was not stupid, he quickly shook his hands, and said anxiously with an innocent face: "Director Yang, I didn't call the police, I really don't know anything!"

Only then did Yang Chen turn around, and said with a smile: "It's me, Mr. Police, do you have anything to do with me?"

"I am Don from the anti-terrorism team of the Paris Police Department. We seriously suspect that Mr. Yang is closely related to a kidnapping and shooting case by a terrorist organization that happened near Romily two hours ago." He took a piece of paper and said, "This is an arrest warrant. Mr. Yang, please go back to the police station with us immediately and cooperate with the investigation."

Yang Chen looked around, and there were about ten police officers staring at him, he couldn't help laughing and said: "Officer Dun, can you let me deal with some dirty things first, you will frighten everyone if you make such a big fuss .”

"There's nothing we can do about it. The shootout scene was very cruel. We have to take a cautious attitude towards Mr. Yang." With a sneer at the corner of his mouth, he said, "If Mr. Yang wants to hire a defense lawyer, please come back to the police station with us." Please, rest assured, we will not treat foreign guests disrespectfully."

After finishing speaking, he made a gesture with his eyes, and the two policemen went directly behind Yang Chen, held Yang Chen's hands, and sent them directly to the car.

"Stop! What are you doing!?"

Everyone turned their heads and saw Lin Ruoxi who had just entered the hotel running out from the door at some point, loudly stopping the two police officers.

Lin Ruoxi was already waiting for Yang Chen and Gu Deman in the hall, but she didn't want to coax a police car to come outside. She was worried that something happened to Yang Chen, so she ran out quickly, not wanting to see Yang Chen was about to be stuffed into it. The scene in the car.

"Ruoxi, don't be impulsive. This police officer has an arrest warrant. We can't stop him from taking Director Yang away." Gu Deman immediately stopped Lin Ruoxi, and said, "It seems that the police officers misunderstood the kidnapper just now. Director Yang, and now we want to take him away, we can find a defense lawyer for Director Yang immediately, and nothing will happen."

A group of Yulei executives around also knew that this was the time to show their loyalty. Although they didn't know what was going on, they immediately shouted that they would help Lin Ruoxi solve this problem, and they would definitely not let Yang Chen in What happened to Paris.

Yang Chen turned his head, blinked at Lin Ruoxi behind the crowd, gave her a reassuring look, and then got into the police car.

Lin Ruoxi was stopped by a group of people, and in the end she could only watch Yang Chen being taken away by the police officers. The three police cars came and went quickly.

Watching the red taillights of three police cars disappear on the street not far away, Lin Ruoxi stood silently for a long time before saying coldly: "Goodman, immediately find me the best lawyer in Paris, I must be here See Yang Chen come back before dawn tomorrow!"

Gu Deman was sweating profusely, gestured to tell Lin Ruoxi not to be angry, and smiled apologetically, "Ruoxi, don't worry, I'll do it myself right away, Director Yang saved my life, so I can't Let him have an accident. You are also tired, go back to the room you booked to rest in the hotel, I am here, and I promise to get things done. "

Although Lin Ruoxi still felt that something was wrong in her heart, she was very clear that she was not familiar with the place of life in Paris, and it was not as convenient as Goodman to handle things, so she could only listen to Goodman, turned around and went back to the hotel to rest, but her mind was full of Yang Chen It is probably impossible to fall asleep.

On the other side, Yang Chen, who was taken to the police station, didn't have much awareness of being a "suspect". Along the way, he chatted with the police officers about the fashionable girls they saw on the street in fluent French, making everyone in the police car pause. His face was gloomy, and he wished he could seal Yang Chen's mouth with glue.

Ten minutes later, Yang Chen was brought into the office building of the Paris Police Station. Although it was night and most of the police officers were off duty, the lights were still brightly lit.

Yang Chen's hands were handcuffed, and two forceful police officers escorted him, and he followed the fat police officer Dun into a central elevator.

On the control panel of the elevator, in addition to the floor buttons, there is also a numeric keypad.

After féiféi's fingers quickly pressed a long series of numbers on the keyboard, the elevator turned into a red light, and then the elevator began to sink...

On the control panel of the elevator, there are actually no underground floors marked.

"Tsk tsk, Officer Dun, I didn't see it, it turns out that your bureau still has an underground base." Yang Chen looked around with interest and said.

Dun was very troubled by this unaware suspect, and tilted his mouth and said: "Mr. Yang, I admire your calmness, but you talk too much."

After about 30 seconds, the elevator stopped. After the mén opened slowly, a corridor passage with a metal structure appeared in front of you. The white è Led placed in the gap illuminated the entire space. At first glance, it seemed like a scene from a science fiction movie. .

On both sides of the passage, some rooms are separated by tempered glass. Various high-precision instruments occupy a lot of space. On various wide and large LCD screens, there are various complicated data and some external surveillance videos. There are only one or two staff members in white robes in each room to work, and the sound inside cannot be heard from other rooms at all.

Yang Chen was guarded by two police officers, and he followed Dun through the corridor all the way, and finally came to an alloy gate at the end.

Dun pressed his palm on the fingerprint detector next to the door. After scanning, the alloy door opened immediately.

Turning around, he gestured to the two police officers, who immediately let go of Yang Chen, turned and left.

"Mr. Yang, please come in." Compared with before, Dun's expression was more ruthless, and his whole body exuded a sturdy aura, which was in stark contrast to his fat body.

Yang Chen glanced at him with a half-smile, "Mr. Dun, you look much more pleasing to the eye like this." After saying that, he stepped into the room.

This is a square interrogation room of more than 100 square meters made of alloy. There are cameras scattered around, and there are passages to other places in four directions.

At this moment, a tall man with yellow curly hair was sitting behind a table in the center, and beside him, standing like javelins, were two Frenchmen dressed as anti-terrorist special forces, armed with live ammunition.

Dun walked in front of the man, respected a military salute solemnly, and said: "Report to the deputy director, the suspect Yang Chen has already been brought."

"Thank you, Dun." The man nodded to Dun, then looked at Yang Chen, and said, "Mr. Yang, you can sit down, let's have a good talk."

Yang Chen was also polite, and walked across to the man, even though his hands were in handcuffs, it didn't prevent him from opening the chair and sitting down.

A gleam flashed in the man's eyes. Obviously, Yang Chen's indifferent attitude has fully demonstrated that he is not an ordinary character.

"I don't know if Mr. Yang has heard of it. Our French External Security Bureau, also known as the Seventh Bureau of Security, is similar to China's National Security Bureau in a sense. My name is Fodessa, and I am the Seventh Bureau." The deputy director of the police station. And Dun, who brought Mr. Yang here, is my officer, and in appearance, he is the head of the anti-terrorism team of the Paris Police Department," Fodessa introduced.

Yang Chen showed an expression of "I see". It's not that he doesn't know about the "Security Bureau Seven". Compared with the Israeli Mossad, the Russian KGB is too "tender", so tender...

The Seventh Bureau of Security, established by General Charles de Gaulle, the French hero of World War II, may not have a short history, but the speed of development is indeed not commensurate with France's international status. It belongs to an ordinary national secret security organization, unlike the United States. It also has a supernatural organization like "Blue Storm", and several other major spy organizations also have special forces, but France is a complete "ordinary human being".

"Although I'm not familiar with it, I've heard of it before," Yang Chen replied truthfully.

"Very good", Fodessa could see that Yang Chen was very frank, he reached out and took out a photo from his pocket, put it in front of Yang Chen, and said, "Mr. Yang, you should not be unfamiliar with this thing Bar."