England 1986

Chapter 339 Before Oscar

After beating for tens of seconds, Allen let go of Spencer, heaving a sigh of relief, the feeling of hitting someone was really good, he hadn't hit someone himself for a long time.

Spencer's face was swollen from the beating, and the corner of his left eye was also smashed. He squinted and looked at Allen with hatred.

"If I pick up a girl, you can hit me, okay. Alan, I remember you, you said so much about me, last year you played with the wife of the rich American businessman, and it was on the news, why don't you talk about yourself, you are just a Villains, lunatics, beasts!"

When Spencer mentioned Donald's daughter-in-law, Allen became even angrier. Isn't it because of everyone in your family? I'm not trying to vent your anger on your sister?

I'm usually crazy to find a woman that old?

But how would he explain this to Spencer? With the IQ of this idiot, does he understand?
"what!"

Allen changed his hand, this time he grabbed Spencer's neck with his right hand, and looked sternly into his eyes.

"Listen to me, you idiot!"

"Your sister is in a very bad situation now, and your father is dying. You'd better clamp your tail and live an honest and low-key life now, instead of coming out to embarrass yourself and come into contact with so many civilians!"

"This time I sent you to Cardiff University, to the BBC headquarters, it was me! It doesn't matter if you lose your own face, but now you lose my face!"

"Do you know that what you are doing now, if your father really dies in a few months, how will it hurt you, your sister, and me? !"

"Damn it, you idiot full of shit!"

"How dare you say that I like to point and point you, if you can do a good job, why should I point you to do it, I am so idle?"

"Do you know what the outside world will say about you if your father dies, huh?"

"You are at the BBC headquarters, not the countryside like your hometown!"

"BBC, that is the center of the news. Anyone who digs out your black material reports that you didn't take care of your father when he was seriously ill, but instead used your so-called noble status to bully civilians and pick up girls. Have you thought about how you should refute such news?"

"Think about it!"

Allen finished cursing in one breath, and punched Spencer a few more times with his left fist in confusion.

Spencer's face was covered in blood at this moment, and it was hard to tell whether it was Allen's or his own, but there was a high probability that it was all his own.

He had been stunned by the beating and scolded by Allen.

He is a very traditional noble son, but also very unconventional.

Because his parents divorced early, he grew up with Diana. In terms of education, he has not received any orthodox education since he was a child, so when he grows up, he seems a bit idle and carefree.

If it was the one in Allen's house, Spencer would have been beaten to death by the old earl long ago.

Even Alan, no matter how ignorant he is, he tried his best to learn all kinds of knowledge, etiquette and skills that noble children should learn, what things should be done and what things should not be done, Alan I am very clear in my heart.

But as Spencer got older and richer now, he became more and more reckless.

He didn't think about the consequences of what he did now, nor did he think about whether the people around him would be affected and affected by him.

Holding Spencer by the collar, Allen pressed Spencer against the wall, and didn't care about the blood on his face, so he put his head against him and said fiercely: "Do you know that your sister is about to divorce now? ?”

"I"

Spencer trembled and couldn't speak, not knowing whether it was pain or shame.

"Without her protection, without the protection of the royal family, tell me, can you keep your family business? Huh?"

"You're a trash like you, without your sister's help, and without the help of His Highness, what can you do? You're taking the initiative to shake up your dirty stuff, or you're still in the BBC headquarters, are you courting death? Are you courting death?!"

Although Daying doesn't say that filial piety is the first thing to do, but his own father is seriously ill and dying, and his only son and heir are still happily picking up girls outside, and he is arrogant and domineering, and the location is chosen at the BBC headquarters. Isn't that black stuff?
If Spencer's father, that is, the old Earl Spencer, died, he died of such a normal death of illness, plus he was still a member of the royal family, his death would definitely be published in an obituary, and the royal family would definitely still be there. Someone will be sent to pay condolences.

This is completely different from the way Alan's father died in the past. It needs to be reported at that time. As long as Spencer's father dies, Spencer's good life will come to an end. Damn it!

That's it. He actually licked his face and said that Allen cared about him.

If it wasn't for Diana's face, and for the sake of being relatives with everyone, who would care about him?
"Remember your crap and I'll help you finish it now, but I don't care about your own affairs. Now that you look like this, I guess you have no face to go out. You can find whatever kind of woman you want. , but you can't run amok in a place like BBC headquarters."

"Pooh!"

Spencer is still half-confused and half-resentful, and there are some things he doesn't want to say, but the gesture of spitting expresses his thoughts.

"Boom!"

"what"

Allen pushed his knees and gave Spencer another slap in the stomach.

"It doesn't matter if you listen or not. Today is the last time I warn you. If you dare to mess around again, I hear about it. Remember it for me. I will cut off your limbs and cut off your tongue with my own hands. , cut off your eyes, and make you the first earl in the history of Great Britain who has been lying in bed immobile from the time he succeeded to the throne until his death, do you hear me clearly?"

"you dare!"

"Look if I dare."

The two looked at each other, and Spencer couldn't help but think of the scene where Allen entertained those Gambians outside the castle that day.

With these memories, combined with Alan's words just now, this is the first time he has deeply realized that Alan really dares, he really dares!

When he thought that he would be like a cripple all his life, unable to move, speak, see, and lie in bed all his life, like a cripple, shrouded in such despair all his life, Spencer shuddered violently. His pants were wet, and he peed on Allen's viciousness!

Pata
Let go of Spencer's hand, and Spencer slumps on the ground like a dead dog.

Allen shook off the blood on his hands and shouted, "Come on!"

Wow, Xiao Shitou hurriedly opened the door of the study. Just now, he only dared to stand at the door of the study and listen to the movement inside. Alan didn't call him, so he didn't dare to go in. Inside were his young master and Spencer, the soon-to-be The quasi-earl who inherited the title, the conflict between the two of them is beyond the reach of servants like them. They can't even watch it without Alan's consent!

As soon as he entered the study, he saw blood on Alan's forehead, hands and clothes.

"Master, are you injured?" Xiao Shitou's voice changed in a hurry.

"It's okay, send him to treatment first."

Little Stone hesitated to speak, but under Allen's indifferent eyes, he called two servants outside the door to come in, and carried out Spencer, who was already paralyzed on the ground with his face smashed.

The whole study room became quiet again, Allen looked at the blood on the ground, and the blood-stained Golden Bear trophy, hehe.
The golden trophy was stained with a large amount of blood, which made it look much more pleasing to the eye.

Picking up the trophy, just turned around and put the trophy back on the desk, Xiao Huang squatted on his own cushion, looking at Alan at this time, Xiao Huang was trembling with fright, and stopped screaming and looking around. I can't sleep anymore.

On March 3, in the suburbs of Los Angeles, USA, in a villa that occupies a huge area.

"Haha, Ceylon, why did you come here in person?"

Old Karl seemed very happy to meet an old friend in his hometown.

He doesn't like living in the wealthy area of ​​Los Angeles. The law and order there is good, but does he need to rely on the security of the American police?
Good law and order means that he has to be watched every time he goes out, and it is inconvenient to do anything. It is better to go to the suburbs, where there are many people coming and going, so it is convenient to do everything. As for safety?
He bought a sealed M60 tank from the US military base in his villa. Before he bought it, the other party maintained it for him. The engine was overhauled once, and the barrels were all new.

Don't look at this thing as an antique, but it works well.

Putting an M60 at home, not to mention safe, if there is a sudden attack, some small garbage gangs around here, he can calm down in one night, not to mention that he has raised a lot of people over the years, and it is convenient to buy guns here , all kinds of equipment.

If it is said that the safest place in Los Angeles, except for the military port, the rest of the places, Old Carl's place is definitely ranked first.

"Sir. The boss has a letter for you."

Ceylon saw that Old Karl was not in a hurry to talk about the past, so he took out a letter that he carried with him and handed it to Old Karl.

"Oh?"

As soon as he heard that it was Alan's letter, Old Carl didn't dare to neglect, he even restrained his smile, looked around first, and even took half a step back, avoiding even Ceylon.

I looked at the seal of the letter, it was intact and had never been opened.

Only then did Old Carl gently tore open the envelope from the bottom, and took out the letter inside. On it were a bunch of letters and symbols that looked like gibberish, and the local Welsh dialect was mixed with other symbols.

This is his old Carl's original password. When he saw this kind of thing, the old Carl subconsciously twitched his lips. It reminded him of the night he and the young master had in the basement of the garage before he came to America. dialogue.

The scene at that time can even be vividly remembered, the young master told him about his funeral and asked him to go first.

Now that a few years have passed, everything has become better, and the young master has also learned this unique secret code between two people.

The above content is very simple, kill the target, what target?
Ceylon brings goals!
Old Carl half-understood. What can be expressed here is very general. Even if it is leaked, even if outsiders really decipher the content, they will be confused and confused about what it means.

Pretending to be indifferent, she glanced at Ceylon, and the person she brought behind her, Ceylon, was fairly loyal to the young master, otherwise she would not have appeared at the young master's Christmas dinner.

That is not to kill Ceylon, that is to kill the people who followed Ceylon?
Looking at the people behind Ceylon, old Carl laughed loudly and said, "Welcome to come, come, let's take a photo together, I haven't seen so many compatriots in Los Angeles for a long time, you all study journalism Right? Very good. They are all young and promising talents!"

The corners of Ceylon's mouth twitched slightly. She didn't know what Alan wrote in the letter, but she probably knew that Sir Carl naturally invited everyone to take a photo together. Some can't wait.

Old Karl is a majestic jazz, and it is very reasonable to take a photo with visiting friends and domestic juniors in his home.

But as long as a group photo is taken, one of these people counts as one, but if they are all caught up, their appearance will be recorded in the photo.

Ah.
I heard that when photography was first invented, those ignorant people in the east would say that taking pictures will take away the soul, and after taking pictures, the souls of people will be taken away by the pictures, and people will die. When Ceylon read old news in the past, Also laughed at the stupidity of the Orientals.

现在
He has really seen what a soul-destroying photo is, this time it is
"Don't be polite when you come to Los Angeles, just treat it as your own home, and when the banquet is ready, let's chat while eating."

The old Karl is like a kind elder, he looks like he likes the younger generation very much, and he greets every staff member who comes with Ceylon to take a group photo together.

The evening of June 3.

The entrance of the Los Angeles Music Center.

The annual Academy Awards ceremony was held as scheduled.

Recently, Los Angeles has been extremely lively.

With the Oscar approaching, journalists from major foreign media are also flocking to Los Angeles. Coupled with conflicts between Koreans and little blacks, dozens of vicious incidents occur in Los Angeles every day, most of which are related to Koreans and little blacks. Sunspot related.

Old Carl doesn't care about what's going on outside now. He was invited to attend the Oscars ceremony this time and sat in the first row.

He is not an award presenter, and he doesn't have to go up to speak. He just sits and watches, and occasionally gets caught by the camera a few times, just showing his face.

Compared with the suits of other guests, the extremely formal gentleman's attire on Carl's body, compared with the attire of other people, seemed a little bit inconsistent.

Behind Old Carl sat a middle-aged man whose face was very similar to Old Carl's. He was the British actor who was nominated for the Oscar for Best Actor this time --- Anthony Hopkins.

Judging from the appearance of this bill, he has a sinister face, a proper professional villain, and his award-winning films this year are also famous.

"The Silence of the Lambs", I believe that even if you haven't seen it, most people have heard of the fame of this movie.

And Anthony Hopkins played Hannibal in "The Silence of the Lambs"!

He is the first generation Uncle Ba.

"Sir. When you go back this year, can you introduce me to meet His Excellency the Earl?"

Anthony Hopkins is not thinking about the Oscars ceremony at all. As a native Welshman, he was born in the neighboring county next to Carmarthenshire. The Hill family's name is very famous!
When he was a child, that is, when he was four or a few years old, it was the time of war. The old earl of that generation organized troops to send to the front in Wales. At that time, it could be said that just mentioning his name could stop children from crying at night.

The reason why Wales has a small population, in addition to other historical reasons, was a lot of people sent up during the war. After so many years of slowing down after the war, they didn't slow down. This is the credit of the old earl.

(End of this chapter)