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Chapter 507 Are there any words on his face?

Chapter 507 Are there any words on his face?
"Why are you here? Come in and sit down."

Didier Nunez quickly bent down, picked up the broom and started cleaning up the mess on the ground. His attitude was very enthusiastic, even humble.

"Okay, stop cleaning up. I don't have much time to waste here with you."

The visitor was French President François Mitterrand’s number one secretary, Sester, commonly known as the personal secretary.

Although France is a semi-presidential system, Charles de Gaulle deliberately established the post of prime minister to limit the position of the president.

Unfortunately, for so many years, the president has always held an absolute advantage in the French political ecology.

During certain periods of strong presidential power, the prime minister is completely a figurehead and can be replaced at any time, with no room for resistance at all.

As it happens, François Mitterrand was a strong president.

As a favorite of François Mitterrand, Sester's status can be imagined.

"Director Sester, if you have any instructions, please let me know."

Didier was like a pug, constantly wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

Such a big thing happened in Paris, the higher-ups must have known about it. He just hoped that the punishment would not be too severe because he was sensible.

"Such a big thing happened in Paris, and you, the police chief, can only smash things in your office to vent your anger?"

"It's dead and won't fight back. If you're really brave, go and arrest those terrorists and put them in jail!"

"Did you know that, in addition to civilian casualties, three members of the National Assembly have died!"

"The worst case was that one wanted to take his family on an outing. The moment the car started, a bomb exploded, killing all five members of the family instantly. Not even a complete body was left!"

Saister said this with a serious expression, and if you listened carefully, you would find that his voice was trembling slightly.

This was not because he was overly sad, but because he was deeply terrified of such cruel means.

If only civilians had been targeted before, this group could still accept it. Although they would have been under some social pressure, there would have been no substantial losses.

As for the common people, in their eyes, they are just leeks, means of production, nothing big.

But now, those crazy people who carry out suicide attacks have set their sights on these officials.

Their own lives are threatened, and if they are not careful their whole family may go to heaven, so they will naturally feel fear.

They acquired wealth through the power in their hands and finally became the superior people. How could they give it all up so easily?
"what?"

“Why didn’t I receive any relevant information?”

"Have those terrorist organizations taken the wrong medicine? They actually attacked members of the National Assembly?"

Didier was also bewildered, and he obviously didn't expect things to have come to this point!

As I said, even if many citizens die, they don’t feel sorry.

But if the ruler's life is threatened, the meaning is completely different.

Who wouldn’t be afraid if a knife was placed on their neck?
"The news has been blocked internally. Not to mention you, the director of the police department, even ordinary members of parliament don't know about it."

"Besides, do you really think these terrorist attacks were done by the so-called ISIS?"

"Isn't it?" Didier asked subconsciously.

Sester smiled sarcastically, "Why did you have to wait until Lin Zehao went to prison to launch the terrorist attack instead of launching it earlier or later?"

"Are there really such coincidences in this world?"

"Do you really think that we are all fools and he is the only smart one?"

Didier suddenly realized and subconsciously lowered his voice and said, "If we can get relevant evidence, Lin Zehao will really be in jail for the rest of his life."

Terrorist attacks are not something that will be tolerated in any sovereign country, and the death penalty is the simplest possible punishment.

"Nonsense! If we had evidence, would it be your turn to ask?"

"To tell you the truth, your superiors are very dissatisfied with your performance this time. If you can't make amends for your mistakes, your position as Police Chief will be over."

Faced with Sester's ultimatum, Didier hurriedly began to explain, but after a lot of babble, he only got one sentence in return.

"Now I have a mission for you. If you can complete it, your career may be saved."

"What's the errand? I will do my best and will never fall behind!"

Sester took a sip of water and said slowly, "It's very simple. Find a way to capture a group of terrorists and temporarily delay international public opinion. Then I will negotiate with Lin Zehao. There may be a chance for this matter to turn around."

The bigwigs in the Elysee Palace are also troubled by public opinion. Every day, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs receives accountability messages from various countries, and the pressure is extremely great.

As one of the five permanent members of the UN Security Council, people die every day in the country's major cities. Who can tolerate this?
If he continues like this, his public support rate will definitely get lower and lower, and it will be difficult for him to be re-elected in the future.

When they arrested Lin Zehao, they were just dreaming. They only had interests and benefits in their eyes. They didn't think about it at all, nor did they believe that the other party had any substantial ability to resist.

If I had known that this guy would send out his assassins and transform himself into self-destructing trucks at the slightest disagreement, why would I have gone to so much trouble to capture him?
Now that's great, we can capture an ancestor right away.

"Terrorists? Director Sester, I'm not making excuses. If I could catch him, I would have done it long ago. Why would I wait until now?"

"Ever since Lin Zehao offered 100 million US dollars, more and more people have been on the streets of Paris. Even though the police officers work an average of more than 12 hours a day, they are still short of manpower."

"Under these circumstances, I really have no way of arresting anyone. Moreover, those terrorists are very cunning, and even intelligence gathering becomes a problem."

Didier is not completely useless since he can sit in the position of Chief of the Paris Police Department. He does have some professional knowledge.

However, even a skilled cook cannot cook without rice, let alone him, an official who is fat and greedy and spends all his energy on making money and promotion.

"I say you're stupid, but you're really not smart. I don't know what's in your head, shit?"

“Let me ask you, what are the characteristics of a terrorist?”

Didier racked his brains and answered carefully: "Black people and ethnic minorities?"

"wrong!"

"Arab?"

"wrong!"

"You looked sneaky and turned and ran away as soon as you saw the patrol officer?"

"Wrong! Big mistake!"

Didier's answers were all denied by Sester, and he lay down like a deflated ball.

"Director Sester, what are the characteristics of these terrorists?"

"In my opinion, these terrorists are just like ordinary people, without any characteristics."

"Ah?" Sester showed a meaningful smile and said, "Will they write the word terrorist on their faces?"

"Or do they have tattoos that represent terrorists?"

Hearing this, Didier gradually understood.

"In this case, whoever we say is a terrorist is a terrorist, right?"

Didier slapped his forehead and said immediately: "Understood, understood, I will go and catch the terrorists right away."

"Catch ten. Is that enough for you?"

Sester waved his hand and said, "Don't ask me about this kind of thing. You are a director after all. Just handle it yourself."

"Now send a team of elite police officers to escort me to Merogi Prison. I want to talk to Lin Zehao."

It is not difficult to guess who is behind this presidential secretary.

Thinking of this, Didier did not dare to delay and immediately called for an elite team of thirty people to escort Sester to Merogi Prison without stopping.

After sending Merogi away, he personally led his team to the fifth arrondissement of Paris, where there were two streets where Arabs lived.

Twenty minutes later, hundreds of police officers had completely blocked the two streets.

Several assault vehicles were parked on the street, with signal blocking devices inside to ensure that residents on the street had no way of contacting the outside world.

"These are the three companies. After investigation by our relevant departments, we have confirmed that they are all terrorists from the ISIS organization."

"Identities have been verified. Arrest them all after you rush in. If anyone dares to show any sign of resistance, kill them on the spot without warning."

Didier spoke righteously and handed the so-called terrorist information to the three executive team leaders.

The three teams, ABC, correspond to three families respectively.

Each team has thirty fully armed police officers to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

"Report to the Chief, there is a five-year-old girl in the target family. Is she also on the arrest list?" The captain of Team C looked at the photo in his hand and immediately saluted and asked.

Didier said without hesitation, "Yes, I repeat, all those on the list will be arrested, no one will be spared. If anyone dares to resist, they will be shot on the spot, no warning is needed."

"I know what you think. You think she is just a five-year-old girl and poses no threat. Even if her parents are terrorists, she is innocent, right?"

The three captains nodded and did not deny it.

"But, in the recent terrorist attacks, I don't know how many French children died in the explosions!"

"The children of those terrorists are children. Aren't the children of the French also children?"

"Anything related to terrorism is something we will resolutely eliminate!"

“This is what being a police officer means!”

The three captains saluted again and shouted in unison: "Yes, Chief!"

Five minutes later, the three teams broke through the doors of the three families at the same time.

Sporadic gunshots rang out, and other citizens on the street all covered their ears and squatted in the corners of their homes, their eyes filled with helplessness and shock.

"I have been their neighbors for five years. How could they be terrorists?"

"Apart from our Arab origin, what is the difference between us and the French?"

"We give birth to children, pay taxes, and live our lives in accordance with French law..."

No one knew the reason, only that the police surrounded the neighbors' homes and threatened that they were terrorists.

They had no power to defend themselves, and the laws they had always believed in were of no use.

At this moment, they finally understood that the law is just a tool for the strong to restrain the weak.

Some people can be trampled on at will, while some people must obey them for the rest of their lives and not cross the line even a single step!

I don’t know how long it took, but the sporadic gunshots finally disappeared, and all that remained was the heart-wrenching crying.

"Lisa! Lisa!"

Lisa is the name of the neighbor's five-year-old daughter. She is very cute and popular with everyone.

Thinking of this, many people on this street chose to open the door, walk out of the house and see what was going on.

The lovely smile of the past was gone, and Lisa's small body was lying on the cold road, with bright red blood all over her body, which had already dyed half of the teddy bear in her hand red.

Even though the flowers are beautiful, they wither before they bloom.

Lisa's parents cried heartbreakingly and tried desperately to run to their daughter, but they were pinned to the ground by the police and dragged into the car.

"You beasts! What did you do to Lisa?!"

"Is this something the police could do? They didn't even let a five-year-old child go!"

Finally, some neighbors who couldn't stand it anymore stood up and spoke out bravely.

The police officers did not respond, and did not even have the courage to look him in the eye.

They also don't know what the significance of this action is.

What does a five-year-old child have to do with terrorists?

At this time, Didier slowly walked up to the resident, put his hands on his hips, and spoke slowly: "Hello, I am the chief of the Paris Police Department, Didier Nunez."

"You can call me sir, or you can call me chief."

"As for your three neighbors, there is clear evidence that they participated in this terrorist attack and are terrorists lurking among the citizens."

"Therefore, for the sake of everyone's safety, we can only choose to arrest him and wait for legal approval."

At this point, Didier glanced at the little girl lying on the ground and said, "As for her, it was indeed an accident. If you want to blame someone, blame her parents. They actually wanted to use her as a human bomb to buy time to escape."

"That's the truth of the matter, I hope you have a nice weekend."

After saying that, Didier turned around and wanted to leave, but the neighbor shouted hysterically: "That's not the case! The couple loves Lisa very much and would never do such a thing!"

"You must be lying. I'm going to file a complaint against you!"

Didier curled his lips in disdain and motioned for the consultant beside him to handle it. He then got into the car surrounded by his subordinates.

"This gentleman is my adviser to the Paris Police."

"If you want to file a complaint, you need to first compile the complaint into a paper document and submit it to the street office according to the legal process. The street office will then report it to the higher-level authorities, layer by layer."

(End of this chapter)

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