Chapter 592: Old Driver
Hans had been following the tour group in front of him, and of course he was also keeping an eye on the situation behind him.
A grown man's weight is not light, but Hans feels very relaxed, but he can't keep dragging a person around, sooner or later someone will find out.
Finally, after turning a corner, Hans immediately put the fainted taxi driver on the ground, and then he immediately shouted in English: "What's wrong with you?" What's wrong with you, sir? β
Hans's exclamation caught the attention of the crowd in front of him, and when the tour group turned around, they saw a man lying on the ground, and Hans crouched beside him.
After attracting the attention of the people in front of him, Hans pointed to the driver lying on the ground and said, "He suddenly fainted, I think I should call an ambulance?" Guys, do you have any doctors among you? β
When Hans decided to abandon the burden, Anton was still driving in the car and walking in line, and finally, when it was time for him to pick up the passengers, he stopped right in front of Jethro and Yang Yi.
Jethro said something to Boyata, then pulled open the back door of the taxi and got into the car.
Turning the meter down, Anton said in fluent French, "Where are you going?" β
Jethro exhaled and said, "Go ahead first." β
After Anton drove more than ten meters, Jethro said in a deep voice: "Go to Cape Ferra." β
"Okay, Cap Ferrat, want to see the CΓ΄te d'Azur? If you want to see the scenery I can take the Croisette, but that road is very crowded now, and if you want to go faster, I can take a different route, a little detour but it will be faster. β
Jethro said without hesitation: "Use your fastest way and route." β
"Okay."
Many taxi drivers are willing to chat with customers, all over the world, but there are also drivers who don't like to talk, Anton decided to play a driver with few words, so he just focused on driving, and only when he encountered drivers who did not follow the rules, he would press the horn a few times, and then scold in a more civilized way.
A taxi driver who has road rage but doesn't want to scold in front of guests, Anton is not a vivid person, he is simply an old driver who has been driving a taxi in Nice for many years.
Jethro remained silent in the back seat the whole time, opening his phone occasionally to glance at it.
When Anton occasionally glanced in the rearview mirror, he found that Jeltro always looked preoccupied, and he hadn't changed since he got into the car.
The distance from the airport to Cape Ferrat is not close, and Anton drives quickly, but he still follows the rules and is familiar with the road conditions.
In fact, Anton's choice was very risky, he could have quietly followed Jeltro instead of driving him in a taxi himself, because Jethro might be familiar with Nice, and if Jethro was familiar with Nice, and Anton was unfamiliar with the route while driving, then he could have shown his feet.
But Anton had no problem, although he had never been to Nice before, and looking at the map before knowing that he was going to come to Nice was the basic preparation for the tracking mission.
The rest is the basic quality of a quasi-black devil player, whether it is the ability to adapt to changes or the grasp of the overall situation.
Having entered the range of Cape Ferrat, Anton finally said: "We have arrived at Cape Ferrat, where is it?" β
Jethro raised his head, looked out the window, and said in a deep voice, "Drive along the main road, and I'll tell you when you get there." β
Anton had no more doubts, he just continued to drive.
We were almost at the southernmost corner of Cape Ferrat, but at a fork in the road, Jethro suddenly said, "Stop at the junction." β
Anton stopped the car, then he looked at his watch and said, "One hundred and fifty-five euros, thank you." β
"It's not there yet, wait here for a moment."
Anton shrugged his shoulders and said, "If you wait, please settle the fare first." β
Taxis are expensive in the whole of Europe, and France is in the middle, but taxis are definitely a very expensive mode of transportation, the price of more than 100 euros is not affordable for everyone, and there are not many cases of fare evasion, but it is by no means uncommon, so Anton has to pay for his car.
Jethro said impatiently: "I won't get out of the car!" β
With that, Jethro lowered the window.
Anton couldn't turn his head, he looked in the mirror and didn't find anything suspicious, but after waiting for about two minutes, a man glanced in as he passed by his car.
After a man who looked ordinary walked by, Jethro said in a deep voice, "Okay, let's go, it's the right way." β
Anton shrugged his shoulders and started the car again, and then he said a little impatiently: "Actually, you just need to tell me where to go, I know if the road is wrong." β
Just complained, but Anton didn't say much.
The car continued ahead until it reached the southernmost point of Cape Ferrat.
As he reached an internal passage leading to the villa, Jethro suddenly said, "Parking right here, how much does it cost." β
"One hundred and sixty-two euros, thank you."
Jethro took out his wallet, hurriedly counted out one hundred and seventy euros, handed it to Anton, and said in a deep voice: "No need to look for it." β
Jethro took that internal path, and Anton lifted his watch and left immediately.
Turning on the taxi lights to indicate that it was an empty car and still carrying passengers, Anton drove to a taxi stand and found that there was someone waiting, so he stopped the car.
A man in his thirties got into the car, and he was in the passenger seat, not the back seat.
Anton didn't say anything, just said in a deep voice: "Where are you going?" β
"Tennis Club."
In France, taking a taxi is a luxury, playing tennis is not an urgent matter, and people who live in Cap Ferrat will definitely have their own car, even if they don't want to drive to the stadium by themselves, but the person who gets in the car is not wearing sportswear or carrying a racket bag.
Anton said in a deep voice: "Where is the tennis club you are talking about?" β
"It's the one nearby."
"I'm not familiar with this place, so you only said which one of the nearby ones I can't find, do you know the way?"
"Yes, move forward first."
Anton pressed the watch and drove the car.
At this time, the passenger sitting in the passenger seat suddenly said, "What's your name?" β
Few passengers asked the taxi driver's name, but there were still, and Anton just said calmly: "Pierre, Pierre. Sova. β
"How's it going?"
"Not bad."
Anton didn't want to speak, and his passengers answered casually when they asked, that is, they were not enthusiastic and would not be too indifferent to the passengers.
The passenger babbled a lot of things with Anton, and finally he got off the bus and didn't go to the gym at all.
Anton still behaved as a taxi driver should be, and it wasn't until he drove out of Cap Ferrat that he finally made a phone call while driving.
"Where are you?"
"It's not far from you now, but I didn't go into Cape Ferrat."
Anton sighed and said, "Fortunately, you didn't follow, their protection is very tight, very, very tight." β