No one went to the target's house at night, and the target didn't go out.?

After dawn, the deserted streets recovered a little bit of anger. White residents living in the community drove to work, housewives either sent their children to school or went to nearby shopping malls to purchase. Just when everyone thought they would not go out in the morning, a white young man drove an old BMW sedan out.

"Water, the target appears, keep up!"

"receive."

Under normal circumstances, the express delivery company will deliver the parcel to the security room at the entrance of the residential area. The goal is unlikely to be to pick it up. Moreover, someone at the express delivery company reported ten minutes ago that the express delivery that had just arrived in Cape Town was sorting, and it will be handed over to the courier after the sorting is completed and the recipient will be contacted based on the reserved phone number.

Paul decided to stay at the entrance of the residential area to continue monitoring and made an immediate decision to issue an order.

It can be clearly seen from the monitor in the car that the immigration officer parked at the east intersection was entering the car, lit the engine, activate the steering wheel, drove the car into the main road, and merged into the traffic that could not be seen at a glance.

Private cars are the main means of transportation in South Africa. It is during the peak hours of work. There are too many cars on the road, so it is easy to lose it. Han Bo touched his chin and suggested: "Paul, if possible, send another car to him and get him in the middle. If necessary, you can track and monitor it alternately."

"He will come back if there is a express delivery waiting for him to sign for it." Paul did not think it was necessary. In fact, he was very dissatisfied with the Chinese police who insisted on following him, thinking that this was doubting his ability.

To put it nicely, I don’t like being criticized, and to put it badly, I think it’s self-righteous. Many South African law enforcement officers are like this, and Han Bo is used to it.

After hitting a soft nail, not only can't argue with him, but he has to establish a good relationship with him.

Han Bo smiled awkwardly, took out his wallet from his arms, and took out a stack of cash: "Mr. Paul, it's time for breakfast, brothers, I'll treat you."

This is almost the same!

Paul was very satisfied with Han Bo's behavior and took the money openly: "Mr. Han, what are you going to eat?"

"Same as everyone else."

"Ok!" Paul handed the money to his assistant, half lying on the chair and laughed: "Jimmy, look the same, move quickly."

"OK."

They spent the money with peace of mind, and even thought it was a helping Chinese diplomat, because he had a yellow face, and getting off the car would attract the attention of people around him. If it weren't for their help, Chinese diplomats would have to be hungry.

I bought breakfast soon and I had all the people nearby who were under control.

The only thing that is thankful is that Jimmy can still remember to observe the surroundings when he was in the morning, and then knocked on the car door and stuffed bags of food in it.

Fried chicken, coffee, cola.

They don’t like to eat vegetables, they especially like to eat meat, and they never get tired of eating them.

Han Bo was not used to it, but he was indeed hungry. He just took a few bites and his cell phone rang and Qu Sheng called it.

"Mr. Han, how are you doing there?"

"As soon as the target was out, something might happen, someone followed him. The express delivery will arrive at around 9:40, and he should come back to sign for it."

It was used as hands-free, and Zhao Jingwei could hear it clearly and couldn't help asking: "Director Han, will he let someone else collect it?"

"South Africa is not in China. Mails and express delivery are particularly easy to lose. The courier usually asks him to sign for it, and the recipient will not easily entrust others to sign for it."

"Director Han, you haven't had a good rest for a few days, why don't I go and change you?" Qu Sheng leaned over and said.

"No need, there are so many people during the day, and no one knows whether Yu Qingfang and Wei Zhen are nearby. We cannot show up easily, and we cannot alarm the snake."

"Okay, we'll wait for your news."

After hanging up the phone, Paul suddenly started a worker and asked curiously: "Mr. Han, is the woman we are going to catch a wanted criminal from Interpol?"

"Yes."

"Is it dangerous?"

"It's not that kind of dangerous suspect. Of course, you should be careful when arresting. God knows whether she has any accomplices."

Paul smiled mysteriously and asked with a big mouth: "Sir, I'm not worried about arresting, we can deal with it. In fact, we have arrested many cruel criminals. What I want to know is that if we help you catch her, will there be a corresponding reward, such as a reward?"

It's a benefit, but it's understandable. After all, the person who was going to arrest was a suspect who had been on the Interpol Red Warrant.

The United States has countered terrorists and has caught terrorists all over the world, and has also traveled to South Africa to arrest them.

The "World Police" is very strong. The South African government is not cooperating, but asking them to arrest people in South African territory. It is said that assisting FBI law enforcement officers are beneficial.

Federer wants to make great contributions, show his face and regain power. The following people want money.

He promised him that he was not in accordance with the rules and had no authority. If he didn't agree, he might not work hard in the future. He thought that asking the police for assistance might result in more.

Han Bo weighed the pros and said with a smile: "Frankly speaking, our government has not issued a reward, but as far as I know, the suspect should have a lot of cash."

“How many are there?”

"It should be 30,000 to 50,000 rand. If not, I can apply to my boss and find a way to make up for it."

"Mr. Han, you know the budget is very tight. In fact, it's not just us, but the police station is the same. The damn bureaucrats spend all their budgets on the security of big shots, so that we don't even have overtime pay."

"Understand, my dear Paul, I will not let you down." Han Bo nodded with a sincere and sincere look on his face.

Compared with the stolen money of hundreds of millions of yuan, 30,000 to 50,000 rands can be regarded as a few miscellaneous items, but Paul was very happy and was easily satisfied. He raised his fist and ran into Han Bo, and his attitude was much better than before.

Although it is a bit suspicious of taking advantage of the situation, it is indeed not easy for them.

The treatment of front-line personnel in South Africa's law enforcement departments is not high, and the budgets of grassroots law enforcement units are as tight. Many police stations in their jurisdiction do not even have a few cars. Like the former public security departments, they dare not eat imperial grains and can only eat mixed grains.

Han Bo couldn't help but feel the scene when he was transferred to the public security system and went to Liangzhuang to serve as a public security commissioner. He was secretly sighing, but the target was indeed back, and everyone immediately cheered up.

The car drove into the residential area, and an electric rescue car drove to the gate. A black man wearing a hard hat and a yellow vest jumped out of the car and negotiated with the security guard who was carrying live ammunition.

After a while, the electrician climbed into the car and followed in with the permission of the security guard.

This is his own person, an immigration officer disguised as an employee of an electric company.

The electronic equipment of the surveillance vehicle is advanced, but unfortunately it is not well maintained. At the beginning, there was video. When the car drove, it lost the signal when it saw a four-story building construction. Paul was so angry that he gritted his teeth and slapped the monitor with a snap.

"Don't worry, he's out." Han Bo looked at another monitor and patted his arm.

"He should have received a call from the express delivery company and is waiting for the express delivery."

"It should be."

The rich female suspect must not let the nose slip under his nose. Paul took a deep breath and raised the intercom again: "People, cheer up and see if there are any Chinese around."

"The crow received!"

"Tea Falcon received!"

...

"Here you come, the express company's car is here, the target is the Chinese female suspect in the photo."

A courier car with a targeted intention appeared in sight and slowly stopped at the residential area gate. The courier jumped out of the car with a folder, ran to the door of the security room and said a few words to the white man. Then he ran back and opened the back of the car, climbed up and fetched out a package, jumped out of the car and asked the white man to sign for it.

Han Bo no longer looked at the monitor. He opened the small window in front to observe the movements in front of the car. Yu Qingfang and Wei Zhen were not seen. He felt that he walked over and opened the small window behind the car. After observing for a while, he still found nothing.

"Mr. Han, he is calling, he didn't go in."

"Where is your people?"

"Damn it, where did Mbu go!"

The immigration officer who was cursing and pretending to be an employee of the power company ran to the gate at a critical moment, took out a folder from his backpack, opened it and asked the security guard to sign. The security guard obviously didn't want to worry about his business and waved his hands repeatedly.

The immigration officer pretended to be helpless and walked to the side to take out his cell phone, as if he was reporting to his boss that he was in trouble, but in fact he was eavesdropping on the target's call.

The young man was very clever and pretended to be quite similar. Han Bo gave a thumbs up without hesitation.

Paul smiled proudly and put his phone in front of him.

After waiting for about three minutes, the target walked into the residential area with a package. The phone number of immigration officers disguised as employees of the power company also arrived, and the result was jaw-dropping.

"Boss, the real owner of the package said he didn't want it anymore. The target was very angry. He said he wasted his half-day time. He didn't go to work just to help them sign for the package."

"No?"

"I heard it very clearly, God, he really threw the package into the trash can, wow, he even kicked the trash can!"

How could this happen? Could it be that it was exposed? It shouldn't be.

Han Bo's heart skipped a beat and suddenly stood up: "Paul, ask Mbu to take the package over and see if it is a forged identity certificate. If it is to arrest that guy immediately."

Paul also didn't want to do anything in vain, so he gritted his teeth and said, "That's all."

Perhaps in order to avoid the attention of residents in the residential area, Mbu waited for more than ten minutes before taking out the package and handed it to another Immigration Bureau agent quietly, and sent it to the surveillance vehicle by another Immigration Bureau agent.

"That's right, that's all," Han Bo looked open and looked up, "Mr. Paul, there is evidence, and you can act."

“Go in together.”

...

The most urgent thing was not Han Bo, but Zhao Jingwei and the other four who were waiting for news in the hotel.

The express delivery arrives at around 9:40, but now it is 10:00, and there is no news on the front line for a long time.

They looked at Qu Sheng at the same time. Qu Sheng picked up his phone several times and put it down several times. What actions might be taken on the front line? It is not appropriate to make a phone call now, so you can only wait, you can only wait!

"Will there be any changes in the place where the song is?"
Chapter completed!