"In the early evening of this afternoon, a brutal murder took place in a tunnel outside Toulouse, in which more than a dozen passengers, including the driver, were shot dead by unknown persons, and only one person was missing" The local news station in Toulouse reported on the incident in the tunnel an hour after the incident, and then French television stations followed suit.
The tragic shooting in the tunnel spread all over France in an instant, and such a brutal case has not happened in France for a long time.
At the moment, the tunnel where the crime occurred has been completely blocked, and the local police in Toulouse are conducting a careful investigation of the crime scene.
A police car rushed into the tunnel, and the police officer who maintained order was about to go up and ask questions.
The car stopped, and a middle-aged man in plain clothes stepped out of the car and opened his mouth to ask, "Who is in charge of this?"
The police officer who wanted to come up and ask subconsciously pointed to the position of the top police officer at the scene.
"Who the hell are you?"
the officer asked aloud when he saw that they were leaving, and quickly blocked their way.
"Interpol," the other party blurted out, bypassing the officer.
Interpol had to intervene in this case, as many of the deceased in the case were foreigners.
The criminal law of a foreign country has the right to protect the victim.
Although the case took place in France, the judicial authorities of various countries informed Interpol of the information and coordinated it.
The evidence found at the scene was reported to the Supreme Commander one after another.
These bandits were very careless, or rather, they were simply fearless.
Fingerprints, bullet casings, and shoe prints left at the scene were collected one by one.
"These bastards are like an army," one police officer couldn't help but say.
After identifying themselves, the Interpol personnel went to check on the bodies of the deceased, accompanied by special personnel.
More than a dozen bodies have now been placed in bone bags, neatly laid out on the pavement.
The medical examiner opened each of the bone pouches for them.
The frightened expression of the deceased, the blood-stained clothes, truly reflected the brutality of the murderer.
Interpol staff frowned tightly.
They don't understand why a mob is targeting these poor scientists "Are there any witnesses who saw the murderer?"
asked Interpol staff, despite their hopes.
"No, there were no other vehicles or people in the tunnel at the time of the incident," a voice came from behind him, and two Interpol staff members hurriedly got up and looked at the comer behind them.
"However, I think you should take a look at this" The person who came is not low-level, and is obviously the person in charge here.
After he finished speaking, he took out a evidence bag and handed it to the other party.
In the bag was half an unfinished cigarette, and there were tooth marks on the filter.
"Cuban brand," Interpol staff asked, in a puzzled tone.
"Yes, it's a good thing, about a hundred francs on the black market, but most of it is sold by gangs," said the police chief.
"You mean there are French gangs behind this," Interpol asked seriously.
"This kind of cigarette is very rare in France, because the purchase channel is mainly in the hands of the Italians, you know, they almost monopolize the smuggling industry on the Mediterranean coast, but I don't think it can be the mafia, why do they kill these scientists," said the police chief, who actually said it to the Interpol on purpose, and he hoped that these people would know something about it.
Unfortunately, Interpol is unaware of this.
Just when the police at the scene were digging through the ground and looking around for clues.
Rubik was driving with the hostages on a road near the Spanish border.
The six of them drove a total of two cars, both of which they had stolen from the road, and the hostages were placed in the trunk of the cars.
Rubik told everyone to turn off their phones and not contact their boss for the time being.
He's going to take everybody to Spain first.
After arriving in Spain and escaping the police blockade.
Rubik will decide the fate of the hostages based on the arrival of his Swiss account.
However, Rubik clearly underestimated the level of congestion on the border between France and Spain, and it happened to be a football match on that day.
So they had to abandon their plans to cross the border and take refuge in the woods by a country road.
Apparently they were supposed to spend the night here, and Rubik and a buddy drove to a nearby town.
He procured some food and water, as well as tents and sleeping bags and stuff, disguised as a tourist.
Although Rubik did not understand French, he saw the flashing lights in the tunnel on the store's TV.
He was a little glad that he didn't stubbornly insist on going to the border.
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If they had arrived at the border, the police would have set up checkpoints there long ago.
Rubik found a tavern and had a drink.
Mainly to charge her satellite phone.
The two men left for almost two hours before returning to the woods.
"How's it going" Before Rubik got out of the car, his accomplices ran over to inquire about the news.
"Spain can't go, let's stay here for one night and figure it out tomorrow" Rubik stepped out of the car and handed over the purchased food to everyone.
It's almost autumn now, and everyone is gathered around the campfire, drinking beer, and roasting sausages on the fire with branches forked.
It looks like it's a camping trip.
Rubic opened the trunk, released the hostage and moved him around, then gagged him and tied him to a tree.
Everyone drank a little wine, and the nature gradually increased.
The discussion began with the question of how to spend the money once it was in hand.
Some people said that they would take the money back to their hometown to find a woman.
Some people said that they wanted to buy themselves a truck to run transportation, and others said that they liked to drink and wanted to open a tavern.
Rubik sat on the sidelines and looked at the map in silence.
He wasn't so optimistic.
Rubik used to be a police officer, and he was very clear about some of the police's actions, and it was not safe to hide in the woods.
And with such a big case, there are still so many traces left at the scene, I wonder what the police will find.
"Don't move, buddy" Just as Rubik was engrossed in looking at the map and thinking about it, a cold muzzle was pressed against his head.
Rubik's three souls lost six souls.
"Don't move, be passive" The guys next to the campfire were also quickly controlled, they were all frightened by the sudden uninvited guest, and before they could resist, everyone was held to the back of the head by the muzzle. t1706231537: