Chapter 583

Hans has been following the tour group in front, and of course he is also paying attention to the situation behind him.

A grown man weighs a lot, but Hans felt it was easy, but he couldn't keep dragging someone around, as he would be discovered sooner or later.

Finally, after turning a corner, Hans immediately put the fainted taxi driver on the ground, and then he shouted in English: "What's wrong with you? Sir, what's wrong with you?"

Hans's scream attracted the attention of the crowd in front. When the tour group turned around, they saw a man lying on the ground, and Hans squatted beside him.

After attracting the attention of the people in front, Hans pointed to the driver lying on the ground and said: "He suddenly fainted. Do I think we should call an ambulance? Everyone, are there any doctors among you?"

When Hans decided to abandon the burden, Anton was still driving forward in line. Finally, when it was time for him to pick up passengers, he stopped right in front of Jetro and Yang Yi.

Jetro said something to Boyata, then opened the back door of the taxi and got into the car.

After buttoning up the meter, Anton said in fluent French: "Where are you going?"

Jetro exhaled and said, "Go forward first."

After Anton drove the car for more than ten meters, Jetro said in a deep voice: "Go to Cape Ferrat."

"Okay, Cap Ferrat, do you want to see the French Riviera? If you want to see the scenery, I can take the promenade, but that road is very crowded now. If you want to go faster, I can take another route. A little circuitous but faster.”

Jetro said without hesitation: "Use your fastest way and route."

"OK."

Many taxi drivers are willing to chat with customers, which is the case all over the world, but there are also drivers who don’t like to talk. Anton decided to play a driver who talks little, so he just focused on driving and would only respond when he encountered someone who did not comply. When the driver is in compliance with the rules, he will press the horn hard several times, and then curse a few words in a more civilized way.

A taxi driver who suffers from road rage but doesn't want to curse too harshly in front of customers. Anton's role is not lifelike. He is simply an experienced taxi driver who has been driving taxis in Nice for many years.

Jetro remained silent the whole time in the back seat, at most he occasionally turned on his phone to take a look.

When Anton occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror, he found that Jetro always looked worried, and it hadn't changed since he got in the car.

The distance from the airport to Cap Ferrat is not close, and Anton drove very fast, but he still followed the rules and was very familiar with the road conditions.

In fact, Anton's choice was very risky. He could have followed Jethro quietly instead of driving him in a taxi himself, because Jethro might be familiar with Nice. If Jethro was familiar with Nice, Anton was driving. If he shows that he is not familiar with the route at the time, then he may show his weakness.

But Anton had no problem. Although he had never been to Nice before, looking at the map before knowing that he was coming to Nice was the basic preparation for the tracking mission.

The rest are the basic qualities of a quasi-Black Devil player, whether it's the ability to adapt to changes or a grasp of the overall situation.

Having entered Cape Ferrat, Anton finally said: "We have arrived at Cape Ferrat, where exactly is it?"

Jetro raised his head, looked out the window, and said in a deep voice: "Keep driving along the road. I will tell you when we get there."

Anton had no more questions, he just kept driving.

We were almost reaching the southernmost corner of Cape Ferrat, but at a fork in the road, Jetro suddenly said: "Stop at the intersection."

Anton stopped the car, then he looked at his watch and said, "One hundred and fifty-five euros, thank you."

"Not yet, wait here for a moment."

Anton shrugged and said, "If you want to wait, please pay the fare first."

Taxi prices are very expensive throughout Europe, and France is at the middle level, but taxis are definitely a very expensive mode of transportation. The price of more than 100 euros is not affordable for everyone. There are not many cases of toll evasion, but it is not. It was by no means a rare thing, so Anton had to ask for his car money.

Jetro said impatiently: "I won't get out of the car!"

After finishing speaking, Jetro lowered the window.

Anton couldn't turn his head. He looked in the reflector and found no suspicious person. However, after waiting for about two minutes, a man glanced in as he passed by his car.

After an ordinary-looking man passed by, Jetro said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go. This is the right way."

Anton shrugged and started driving the car again. Then he said impatiently: "Actually, you just need to tell me where to go. I will know if I am taking the wrong road."

He just complained, but Anton didn't say much.

The car continued to drive forward to the southernmost tip of Cape Ferrat.

When driving to an internal passage leading to the villa, Jetro suddenly said: "Park here, how much does it cost."

"One hundred and sixty two euros, thank you."

Jetro took out his wallet, hurriedly counted out one hundred and seventy euros, handed it to Anton, and said in a deep voice: "No need to look for it."

Jetro took the inner road, while Anton lifted his watch and left immediately.

Turning on the taxi lights, indicating that the taxi was empty and still carrying passengers, Anton drove to a taxi waiting station and found someone waiting there, so he stopped the car.

A man in his thirties got into the car, and he was sitting in the passenger seat, not the back seat.

Anton didn't say anything, he just said in a deep voice: "Where are you going?"

"Tennis Club."

In France, taking a taxi is a relatively luxurious thing. Playing tennis is not an urgent matter. People who live in Cap Ferrat will definitely have their own car. Even if they don’t want to drive to the stadium by themselves, the person who gets in the car is not wearing any clothes. Sportswear and no racket bag.

Anton said solemnly: "Where is the tennis club you mentioned?"

"The one nearby."

"I'm not familiar with this place, so you just tell me which one nearby I can't find. You know the way, right?"

"Yes, move forward first."

Anton pressed the watch and started the car.

At this time, the passenger sitting in the co-pilot suddenly asked: "What's your name?"

Very few passengers asked the taxi driver's name, but some still did. Anton just said calmly: "Pierre, Pierre Sauvage."

"How's it going today?"

"not bad."

Anton looked like he didn't want to talk. He just answered questions casually when asked by his passengers. He was neither enthusiastic nor too indifferent to the passengers.

The passenger chatted a lot with Anton, and finally he got off the bus without going to the stadium at all.

Anton still behaved as a taxi driver should, and it wasn't until he drove out of Cape Ferrat that he finally made a phone call while driving.

"Where are you?"

"It's not far from you now, but I didn't enter Cape Ferrat."

Anton breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Fortunately you didn't follow. Their protection is very tight, very, very tight."