Ten minutes later, Luke got out of the cab and disappeared into the night.
He checked the photo of the map on his fake phone. The map indicated that this was a villa next to the Seine. It was the right place.
Luke had already left downtown Paris.
At that moment, it was completely dark on the Seine in the rain, and there weren’t any boats out.
Luke opened his fake phone and walked around the villa in the dark. He then frowned.
This place was actually on a big island in the river, which was some distance away from the parks, museums, restaurants and piers. There was a villa estate where the wealthy lived nearby.
The villa he was looking for was the largest and closest one. It was also on the edge of the island and along the riverbank.
That did make sense. Only a spacious villa next to the river would make it possible to lock up and transport the girls easily.
It would be near impossible to approach the villa without being caught by electronic surveillance.
Luke looked at the villa and pondered for a moment, but in the end decided to leave.
This wasn’t like the illegal brothel earlier. If he started a gunfight here, the anti-terrorist police officers of Paris would show up in no time.
The size and location of this villa suggested that its owner was rich and powerful. It would be terrible if Luke exposed himself after breaking in recklessly. He had to prepare before he took action.
While he had to save the victims, he couldn’t do it rashly.
As he pondered, Luke took a subway back downtown area and walked back to his hotel in the rain.
He entered his room, took off his wet coat, and put it in a garbage bag.
He hadn’t worn the coat at the crime scene, but he would still throw it away the next day. He was rich enough to afford it anyway. He wouldn’t return to any spot in the same clothes that he had worn before.
After taking off the coat, Luke took a shower and lay in bed to think.
The people he had killed today were members of a human trafficking gang. Their deaths were unimportant.
For Paris police, there were too many such gangs. It was one of the reasons why they didn’t do anything.
Another reason was that neuf trois wasn’t the police’s territory.
The people there didn’t welcome the police, which made the place a half-closed, half-independent area.
It wasn’t really a big deal if dozens of gangsters were killed there.
Although he had been busy for half a day, Luke wasn’t tired.
With his 32 Strength, it wouldn’t be a problem for him even if he had to be just as busy for another three days.
He checked the system notifications.
Mission: Eliminate the gangsters in the illegal brothel and rescue the victims.
Total experience: 5,000. Total credit: 5,000.
Contribution rate: 100%. EXP +5,000. Credit +5,000.
This time, he had killed thirty guards in the illegal brothel, bombarded three cars that had come as reinforcements, which included their boss, and watched the police rescue a hundred girls that were locked up in cages inside.
A gain of five thousand experience and credit points was more than he had expected.
But still, he felt depressed when he recalled what the other barrack in the illegal brothel was like.
The victims were girls who used to be young, beautiful and had beautiful futures, but they would probably be haunted by mental and drug issues for the rest of their lives.
It was worse than death.
Luke could kill the drug dealers and the human traffickers as NPCs, but he couldn’t regard that hellish barrack as a game scene. He wasn’t truly coldblooded, even if he had a different opinion of the bad guys in this world
Trying to banish the uncomfortable, gloomy thoughts, Luke fell asleep.
The next morning, Luke woke up at seven and had breakfast half an hour later.
Before he set off, he thought for a moment, then called Elsa.
They had to contact each other once a day to make sure that they were both fine.
Elsa soon picked up the phone. Recognizing Luke’s voice, she said, “I’ll call you back.”
A moment later, a local number called Luke. He picked up the phone and said, “I see that you got yourself a local number.”
Elsa said, “Of course, no way am I paying for intentional calls. Remember to give our boss my new number if he calls you.”
Luke was amused.
Many prepaid phones offered a plan that only cost ten to twenty euros for unlimited local calls and text messages for ten to fifteen days. Pay a little more, and you could even make international calls for ten to twenty minutes.
Elsa was obviously determined to save money. Also, since they were on holiday, Dustin wouldn’t call them unless it was really an emergency
After ensuring that she was safe, Luke couldn’t help but tease her before he hung up. “Well, I wish you a pleasant holiday. I’m already looking for a suitable playmate. You should also work hard, gorgeous!” He hurriedly hung up.
Stumped for a moment, Elsa then roared, “Are you underestimating me? I…”
Well, she had wasted many hours in the police department in Paris because of the outrageously lazy clerks there, and hadn’t been able to check in with them until the afternoon.
Jet lag was a huge problem for someone her age.
After that was done, she had returned to the hotel and had been sleeping ever since.
Elsa had only just woken up and started making holiday plans. How could she have found a date yet?
I still have nine days! I don’t believe I won’t be able to find one handsome guy! Elsa made up her mind.
An hour later, she left with unusually delicate makeup on her face, cute short hair that had been dyed black and gold, and a beautiful and eye-catching silver coat.
Luke wouldn’t have mocked her if he saw Elsa’s new look.
At that moment, Elsa had gone from a five to a seven.
Given her polished grooming habits as a police officer, she definitely wasn’t an old woman that nobody wanted.
Most of the time, a woman didn’t have anyone interested in her not because she was ugly, but because she didn’t have time to dress up.
After the call, Luke got on the subway at eight in the morning and busied himself in the city.
Luke spent the rest of the day preparing and making backup plans.