On the special plane, Baru, with his eyes closed, felt the vibration of the phone in his pocket.

He has two mobile phones in total, one of which is a special mobile phone issued uniformly within the organization for confidentiality requirements.

One is for normal use, and WeChat is installed on it.

Looking at Jonathan who was sleeping next to him, Baru turned sideways, took out his mobile phone, opened WeChat and saw Qin Xiaoxia's message.

Put on your headphones and click play.

A magical sound that refreshes your mind reaches your ears.

A dozen seconds later, the WeChat message was deleted.

Baru put away his headphones and mobile phone, squinting at the white clouds outside the cabin window.

Ballou was not surprised by the association's extraordinary efficiency.

A lean camel is still bigger than a horse. Even though it has been in decline for a long time, this transcendent force that spans ancient and modern times naturally has plenty of means.

All he needs to worry about now is whether his task can be completed perfectly.

…

At Charles de Gaulle Airport, after six hours of flying, Baru and Jonathan finally landed.

Their other five colleagues landed half an hour earlier than them and were already waiting in the airport lounge.

Since we already know each other, there is no need to waste time introducing ourselves.

As the top person in charge of this matter, Baru briefly explained to them some details of the "Sender Plan". As for other supplements, they could only respond improvisationally when the time came.

In addition to finding the "sender", another goal was to avoid attracting the attention of the French authorities.

After a short rest at the VIP lounge, we boarded the rented car.

Although there are not many clues, they already have a direction to track down.

Well, it’s not about tracking down the “sender” like a headless fly, but tracking down members of the French “Department for the Study and Response to Paranormal Events”.

Compared to searching for targets in the dark, tracking peers is obviously much simpler and more profitable.

Even if you can’t find the “sender” directly, you can still understand the progress of your competitors.

The Intelligence Bureau provided sufficient support in this regard.

They have already figured out who is the head of this special department in France that has just been taken seriously, how many members it has, and where these members are located.

Seven people took an ordinary commercial vehicle to the studied route.

"It was this person's private mailbox that received the email."

Baru pointed to a photo on the tablet.

"Team three will monitor him. Team two doesn't need to go anywhere. They will monitor the entrances and exits of their research department. Team one will cooperate with our agents in Paris and track those who are carrying out their missions outside. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"OK!"

"Yes, sir!"

…

These people and the researchers who stayed in Washington were all elites in the intelligence and espionage departments before joining the 19th Organization Department, and they were very familiar with these things.

"Very good, group three will get off at the first intersection, and then groups one or two will get off at every two to three intersections. Get ready for action!"

The French were somewhat annoyed and angry because the British were allowed to share secrets with the Americans without their consent.

In addition to its own protectionism, it directly rejected the joint investigation requests from Britain and the United States.

What the French didn't know was that the "wolf" was coming.

In the evening local time, Baru checked into a small hotel.

He originally planned to rely on special powers to escape from sight, but he didn't expect that he would directly become the operational commander of the "Sender Project".

This is so convenient.

Baru directly used his authority to design a reasonable plan and successfully sent his team members away.

Now I might even be able to save the magic power hidden in the sage's left arm, so I don't necessarily need to activate that secret realm mark.

The sage had not stated it explicitly before, but Baru already knew it.

At the moment of obtaining the Seal of Dawn, blessed by the power of oath and the scepter, the Silent Knight may awaken a deeper level of power after spiritual baptism.

Now he no longer had the sluggishness in his power that he had before. Maybe he was not proficient enough, but he was in full control of his own responses. He did not have to worry about losing control of himself when he exploded.

But even though he has become an official Silent Knight, the magic power of the Sage is still a very precious thing.

This is not only a life-saving talisman for Jenny and others, but also a decisive hammer for himself as a knight at the critical moment.

At eight o'clock in the evening, except for the good babies, it is the time for Parisians to get active.

To be on the safe side, Baru did not fully activate the Secret Realm Seal, but instead drew a trace of magic power from his arm and operated it at low "power".

For a moment, he seemed to feel that everything around him, including the earth and the air, had a faint response.

"Is this what it feels like to have magic power?!"

Instead of indulging in this intoxicating feeling, he hurried out.

A faint red color that is invisible to the naked eye permeates Baru's body.

The Red Banshee was a special existence among the sirens when she was alive. Not only was her hair color extraordinary, but her abilities were also extraordinary.

The Siren's power of sound and illusion also gives the Red Banshee's Fall, a woven secret realm, additional such abilities.

Although it is just an engraving on the arm, the effect is extraordinary.

Baru walked out of the room, through the corridor, out of the hotel lobby and out the door.

I met a lot of people along the way.

But it seemed as if all these people had inadvertently ignored him.

He could sense that they knew someone was passing by, after all, a waiter pushing a cart had just passed by and deliberately made way for him.

But no one he met looked him in the eye.

That's not just because he is just an ordinary person in the eyes of others.

It was a very strange feeling, as if he had merged into one with the faintly responding air and earth. Baru was fully convinced that if Jonathan was walking towards him, he would probably ignore him.

After hailing several taxis but being ignored by the drivers, Baru finally stopped the Sealed Secret Realm and managed to hail a taxi.

Coincidentally, this car had just been hailed once, but it did not stop when it passed by me for the first time.

"Dude, so you wanted to stop a car. My sight was poor just now, and I thought there was an extra statue at the entrance of the square."

The driver's words also confirmed that Baru was not invisible.

"Haha, it turns out my posture can rival that of a sculpture."

Baru made a joke.

"Yeah, go to 15 Kelvin Street."

Baru deliberately reported a street close to his destination, which was just a few corners away.

The driver frowned.

Kelvin Street? Isn't this almost suburban?

But he didn't say much, just started the car and drove away.

…

Two hours later, Baruch had been waiting near 152 Fisher Street for an hour and a half.

As a knight, his vision is far superior to that of ordinary people on a brightly lit night.

I originally planned to wait until midnight, but I didn't expect to see several groups of young people entering the house from outside.

It has been more than half an hour since the last two twin brothers went in, and there should be no one else coming to the "party".

"Your Excellency is right. They are just a bunch of brats!"

Baru was at a loss whether to laugh or cry as he recalled the young men who had just come over with their arms around each other's shoulders, with their palms exposed in a dignified manner.

The fake "seal" with poor graffiti is so eye-catching.

"You guys are considered 'Dawn'? This is ridiculous!"

Balu put out his cigarette and swallowed the last mouthful of noodles.

“The tip is on the table!”

After saying this, he stretched and walked out of the Japanese ramen restaurant on the roadside.