Daniel's driving skills really were exceptional. In heavy traffic, he took advantage of a turning opportunity to lift the two right wheels, and the whole car slanted its way between the gaps of the stationary vehicles, continuing to follow Santa until they arrived at the warehouse district by the seaside.

The Santa in front stopped his scooter outside a warehouse, walked into it, and after exchanging a few words with Emilian and Daniel, they both got out of the car. "You stay in the car and wait for us for a minute, 5 minutes will be enough."

Jimmy had no jurisdiction here, he nodded his head and watched through the car window as the two ran to the side of the warehouse, peered through a window for a moment, then climbed the stairs to the roof of the warehouse.

Watching him, Officer Emilian seemed to be somewhat out of his depth, and Jimmy didn't know whether his standards were too high or if the quality of French police was too low. Jimmy always felt there was something off about this officer. Judging by his build and his current actions, there was no way he could pass a normal police academy exam in the United States, of course, Jimmy's own backdoor police credentials excluded.

Jimmy watched them talk on the rooftop, and then it seemed they were about to jump onto another warehouse. Suddenly, there was a "Aah~dang" sound as Emilian fell into the big garbage bin in the corner, and the overturned bin also alerted the others in the warehouse. A group of Santas ran out, guns in hand, and captured Emilian into the warehouse.

Jimmy was speechless. Was this cop here for comic relief? Why did it feel like every move he made was bizarrely off?

Meanwhile, Daniel was making a call on the roof, then he hung up and came back down the stairs to the cab. As soon as Daniel got into the car, he started the engine, ready to leave, and Jimmy hastily said, "Daniel, aren't you going to rescue him?"

Daniel shook his head and replied, "I'm not a cop, I'm going to the police station to report the crime now."

All the way at full speed, Daniel quickly arrived at the police station. It appeared he was well-acquainted with the staff there, as he parked the cab right in front of the station instead of the parking lot.

Not long after he went in, a bunch of cops came running out, some in uniform and some in plain clothes. Leading them was a tall old man over 190 cm. They each got into their cars, ready to depart, closely followed by a car that pulled into the parking spot, from which an Asian woman dressed in a red Santa costume emerged.

The Asian woman walked up to the tall old man, exchanged a few words with him, and then got into the cop car, setting off with the rest of them.

Jimmy found this Asian woman's appearance rather suspicious; something about her make-up didn't seem right. It was completely different from what Jimmy had seen before with other Asians. Could it be that Asians in France have some unique preferences? And more importantly, why was she dressed as Santa?

Daniel also left the police station after the cops, got into a police car, and slapped the steering wheel before starting the cab to follow the police car ahead.

Jimmy asked, "Daniel, what's the plan? We are going to save Emilian now?"

Daniel replied, "They decided to handle the case first, and rescue Emilian after it's done."

Jimmy stared at the police car ahead, asking, "Who is that tall guy in that car? And the woman beside him?"

Daniel, driving after the police car, said, "Ah, that's the chief of police. I don't know the woman."

Jimmy said, "Keep an eye on that woman, something's off about her."

Daniel glanced at Jimmy and then back at the road, "How do you know?"

Jimmy responded, "Investigator's intuition. Forgot to introduce myself, Special Agent Jimmy from the FBI in the United States."

Daniel suddenly hit the brakes, turned to look at Jimmy, then resumed driving forward, "You sure?"

Jimmy nodded, "Very likely."

Daniel nodded and kept driving. After a while, he said, "Why didn't you go rescue Emilian earlier?"

Jimmy spread his hands, "I'm just a tourist, I have no law enforcement authority, no weapon. You can't expect me to defeat a bunch of fully-armed tough guys with my bare hands, can you?"

After a while, they arrived at their destination, a bank outside of which the police and special forces had surrounded both the bank and the exit of the adjacent parking lot. The police must have notified the special forces on their way over; besides the patrol cars, there were several armored vehicles of the special forces blocking the traffic.

Suddenly, more than a dozen Santas emerged from the parking lot exit; they carried bags and glided on inline skates, effortlessly breaking through the police cordon.

Jimmy watched, dumbfounded. He had seen the police set up the blockade, and although they couldn't completely seal the area due to manpower issues, the gaps were not significant. Yet no one, not the police or the armed special forces, tried to stop the Santas as they broke out, they just let them get away, get away!

Was this the police? Is this the level of the French police?

The tall police chief got out of his car, shouting something, and snatched a bicycle from a bystander to give chase. This was another oddity; he had been sitting in a car just a moment ago. Couldn't he have chased them in a car? And why weren't the surrounding cops making a move? Was it all up to this tall police chief alone?

Jimmy was utterly baffled. What exactly had gone wrong? What kind of France had he flown to from the United States? Could there have been some sort of spatial anomaly?

Daniel stood by the car door, leaning against the taxi, exclusively attentive to the woman, the identity Jimmy had just revealed made him trust that Jimmy must have had good reason for his judgment. Professional work by professionals; since he couldn't figure it out, he had reason to trust the FBI agent from the United States.

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