"The police are blocking the street," said Andre Vernet, as he enters the waiting room.
It would be hard to get out of here, and when Vernet slammed the door behind him, he saw the sturdy plastic box on the talking strap and he just nailed it, oh, my God, we got in
Sauniere's account.
Langdon and Sophie were standing by the table...... with something that looked like a box
Big wooden jewelry. Sophie immediately closed the lid and looked at Vernet. Was our number." The whole time we didn't pay attention to it.
Vernet stood speechless. That changes everything. About his vision of the box.
And try to think about the next step. I have to get them out of the bank! With the police barricade in the middle of the road, however, Vernet could only do so in one way. Miss Novo, if I can get you safely out of the bank, will you take with you what I found in the box or return it to the safe? Sophie took a look at Langdon and then looked back at Vernet.
Vernet shook his head. "Well, whatever it is, I suggest you wrap it in your coat.
We bypass the hallways. I prefer not to be seen.
As Langdon took off his coat to give it to Sophie, Vernet rushed to the converter belt and closed
The plastic box, now empty, disrupted the circuit board with a bunch of simple commands. So the conveyor belt started to move again, carrying the case back into place, down to the main safe. He then pulled the gold key from his place and returned it to Sophie." Quickly.
When they got to the loading dock, Vernet could see a flash of lights.
Police cars spread into the Alpine garage underground and they frown. Maybe they blocked the garage entrance. I wonder if they'll paint that trick. Now sweating with great tension, Vernet referred to one of the bank's small armoured trucks. It was the safest delivery.
Another Zurich Bank of Deposits service.
Go up to the cargo hold." "Opening the big, soft door and pointing," said Vernet.
To the shiny, voltaic cabin. I'll be right back." While Langdon and Sophie were getting on the truck, Vernet ran across the loading area towards the office of the truck loader. He went into the office, took the keys to the truck, found a driver's jacket and hat, removed his coat and tie, started wearing the driver's jacket, reconsidered, took a pistol pocket on the linen, put it under the driver's uniform, and went out of the office. On his way to the truck, Vernet put his driver's hat on his head, removed it a little over his face and took a look at Langdon and Sophie, who were standing in the empty Fulani truck compartment. "I have to light up this ability to see," said Vernet, who reached out into the cabin and pressed a key on the wall of the cabin to light the only light on the roof. It is also better for you to sit down and not get any movement on our way out of the gate." Langdon and Sophie sat on the metal floor of the cabin. Langdon hugged the treasure that he had wrapped in his cardigan, and Vernet let go. He climbed into the car, turned the engine on, and as the armored truck made its way to the gate, Vernet felt his sweat gathered beneath
His hat, as he saw that there were more policemen outside than he had imagined, and as the truck went up, the inside gate opened to clear the way out. Vernet went forward and waited until I closed the inner gate behind him, and then he spoke forward after he triggered the firing pin on the second gate, and after he had passed it, he arrived at the exit.
And there was a police car blocking the exit.
Vernet put his hand on his eyebrow and moved forward.
A long, slender officer got out of the car and told him to stop a few meters away
From a police barricade in the middle of the road. There were four patrol cars.
The police and standing up to the exit.
Vernet stopped, pulled down the driver's hat and twisted his face to the maximum
He is allowed by his prestige. He didn't budge behind the steering wheel, opened the door and looked down, where the officer was standing with his face pale and pointing. What's going on here?" He asked Vernet hard.
I'm Jerome Collet, "the officer said. "Judicial Police ". And pointed to compartment
Mullah, what are you in there for?
And how am I supposed to know? Vernet responded in rough French. I'm just a driver here.
The response was not surprising. "I'm looking for criminals.
Vernet laughed. So you've come to the right place. Some of these motherfuckers I work for.
"They have a lot of money that only criminals can get, and the officer shows him a photograph of Robert Langdon. Was this man in the car?
Tonight?
Vernet shook my cutie. Test, I have no idea.
And I download. They're keeping us from getting close to the agents. You should go in and ask the front desk.
The bank officials asked for an order to flush us in.
"Vernet is such a prank, a manager, don't ever get me to talk about them.
Open the trunk of the truck, please. "Kulleh pointed his hand at the cargo compartment, and Ferret stared at the officer and made a big laugh. You think the key
... With me, should they care about us? You should see the scanty salary they pay me with the officer's head money side by side, and he's shown obvious disrespect. "Do you want to slap me
What, you don't have a beacon switch?
Vernet shook his head into exile. "They don't give us the key to the cargo compartment.
He's just running the truck. As observers are locking these trucks at the loading point, the trucks are waiting for a staff member to deliver the key to the persons concerned at the delivery point, and once we receive a call that the key to the box is in the possession of the recipient, only then will I be allowed to leave and I cannot operate the truck for a second. So I don't know what to carry in my truck." When was this truck locked?
That must have been a long time ago. I'm on my way to San Torel tonight. Keys.
She's here now.
The officer's hand has no reaction. And I betrayed my eyes to see the depths of Venet in an attempt to blink.
He knows what's on his mind.
A drop of sweat was about to slip on Vernet's nose. "Can you excuse me?
Vernet said he wiped his nose with his mouth and then pointed to the police car that was standing in his "way. "I have a fixed schedule so I have to go fast. Do all the bartender wear Rolex watches?" asked the officer, pointing to Vernet's wrist.
Vernet looked at his wrist and saw the shiny bracelet of his expensive watch that had crept out of
How much is his jacket?
Damn it. This piece of junk? I bought it for 20 euros from a Taiwanese peddler in
"Saint-Germain de Pres, I'll follow it for forty euros." The officer's silence for a moment and I walk away, both evil. You go, you go. Bye-bye
Vernet could not breathe again until the truck drove 50 meters. And now there was a time.
Another problem, the load is in the slipper... Where will I take them?
