England 1986

Chapter 342 Operation
With a gunshot, the world did not quiet down. There were scattered gunshots in the block outside the alley, and the intermittent screams and exclamations did not stop.

"So it's not a black man? It's your fate, get out!"

A hoarse voice sounded, and the attacker seemed to be talking to himself, and he didn't continue to shoot as the words came out.

Ceylon's subconsciously closed eyes opened again, and met those familiar eyes.

The back of her neck felt a little hot. Ceylon didn't know what was going on, but the only thing she knew was that she wasn't dead!

Those eyes seemed to wink at her, and then, carrying the only video camera they had brought, they walked out of the alley and disappeared into the street.

The screams around brought Ceylon back to her senses. A few people she didn't know had already collapsed, dying, but a few people she was familiar with before seemed to have no major problems. Some of them had injured their arms. , Some people were injured on their legs, and there was no one in the whole team who could still stand.

"Ma'am. Ma'am, are you okay?"

While looking at the team in Ceylon, someone pushed her leg lightly. It turned out that the photographer who was shot just now saw that the attacker had already left. Lan's situation.

"I'm fine"

Ceylon stood up, just got up, and shook his head slightly, only to find that his braids were gone. When he came, he wore a ponytail hairstyle, and half of the ponytail had disappeared. When he touched it, the ends of his hair were a little irregular. The broken marks seemed to have been directly burned in half by something hot.

At this moment, Ceylon was really afraid. The opponent must have missed the shot just now, and a shot hit the back of her neck, even knocking off her braid.
I just don't know if the opponent did it on purpose or if he missed it.

"It's too dangerous here, how is everyone's situation, we have to evacuate quickly."

At this moment, they have long since lost the aggressive and indomitable momentum just now. If there is any big news, go eat shit, survival is the most important thing!
There were a few with minor injuries. After confirming that the attacker had really left, they quickly got up, inspected a few who had died, and then supported each other and retreated along the way they came. This place is too dangerous!
On the outskirts of Los Angeles, sirens sounded continuously. A large part of Los Angeles was in chaos, and the police force must be insufficient. This is probably because the police officers dispatched from other places to support Los Angeles are entering the city.

"Sir. The operation over there is complete."

Old Carl was sitting alone on the dining table, with a newspaper on his left hand and a fork in his right hand. He forked a piece of beef and stuffed it into his mouth, reading the newspaper while eating.

A young man next to him stood beside Old Carl with a note and reported softly.

"Oh? All those in the photo have been resolved?"

"It's all solved! The rest of them have already run away. Little Jack went over to take away their equipment in person. After they left, we sent someone over to check again."

There were dead people at the scene, Ceylon and the rest of the old, weak, sick and disabled would definitely not be able to take these people away, so they stayed where they were and covered them up a bit, and made a note of the place to be dealt with by the police after dawn, but as soon as they left, there was another person behind them Here comes the logarithm.

"Where's Ceylon?"

"She's fine. According to your request, I frightened her, but her hairstyle may be affected."

"Where are those families?"

"Those haven't taken action yet, and the turmoil in some areas has not yet spread. If we do it now, it will appear too deliberate, and we will have to wait until midnight before we can act."

"Humph."

Old Carl snorted coldly, put down his fork, picked up a piece of fried fish with his right hand, dipped it in the sauce, and took a small bite.

Old Karl still remembers that Alan sent bodyguards over to the United States with great courage, and directly dealt with the little blacks. Later, he was warned because he was too arrogant, but it didn't take long for many little blacks who protested against Alan to appear. Come out, these people have been at large for a long time, and the old Karl has kept each of them in mind. This time, taking advantage of the turmoil, he has already arranged manpower to solve them together, and settle new and old scores together!

The young man saw that Old Carl didn't speak, and he was not in a hurry. He just stood beside Old Carl, waiting for Old Carl to eat slowly.

The old jazz is not very particular about food, but he likes to eat high-calorie food, especially fried things.

After waiting for a few minutes, Old Carl ate up a small plate of fried fish nuggets. He put down the newspaper, picked up a paper towel and wiped his hands. Old Carl stood up and walked beside him and explained: "Send someone to call the driver and see what Ceylon is doing. When will they come back, when she comes back, bring her to see me as soon as possible."

"understand!"

At four o'clock in the morning, four or five hours have passed since Ceylon went out for an interview.

In the small dim study room, Old Carl was sitting alone on an American-style high-back and wide single sofa, with a small blanket covering his lap, and an illustrated version of "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea" was placed on the blanket.

Hearing the knock on the door, Old Carl, who was already drowsy and about to fall asleep, quickly wiped his face with his hands, moved his big mouth, and rubbed his facial muscles, a look of anxiety was naturally expressed up.

"Come in!"

Following Old Karl's consent, the door of the study was opened, and Ceylon walked in with a very bad expression, squinting at Old Karl.

The young man who sent Ceylon over nodded to old Karl and closed the study door.

At this moment, only Old Carl and Ceylon were left in the whole study room.

Looking at the expression on Old Carl's face, mixed with anxiety and worry, Ceylon almost believed it for a moment.

"Sir. I nearly died!"

"I know."

"I almost died!"

"Sit down first, sit down first."

Old Carl got up, picked up the glass, poured a glass of whiskey for Ceylon himself, and handed it to her.

"I almost died!"

Ceylon took the wine glass, as if she was wronged, as if she was venting, and repeated the words that she almost died several times in a row.

Even if she had experienced dangers before, compared with today's, those dangers before were like pediatrics.

"A team of you didn't listen to dissuasion, and went into a dangerous area where the situation is unknown to shoot news subjects without permission. Everyone else had an accident. If you are safe and sound, what will others think?"

"I almost died!"

"So I sent my best marksman down to do it myself."

Old Karl shrugged his shoulders, as if he couldn't hear Ceylon's complaints, and the two talked their own way.

Although Ceylon did not seem to be injured, after they escaped from the block and found the ambulance personnel outside, after the ambulance personnel checked the situation of Ceylon, they were all admiring her good luck and fate. At one point, maybe just a few centimeters, the opponent shot her in the back of the head, but the shot hit her hair instead of her head.

No one would suspect that she had any tricks. Except for the few people who were directly killed on the spot, the others in their team were more or less injured. In this case, Ceylon survived a catastrophe, not just It's as simple as being slightly injured.

"But I"

"enough!"

Old Karl's patience was gradually weakened. He had a bad temper in the first place, and his patience was already at its limit.

Seeing that Ceylon was going to continue talking, old Carl yelled, staring at Ceylon with a gloomy face and said, "Do you know how many servants the Hill family has? Do you think that you can enjoy the benefits by joining the Hill family? Um?!"

"As a reporter and host like you, do you think that handling some news affairs for the young master is a great achievement for you? Huh?"

"Based on what you are doing now, do you think that as long as you do well, you will be able to get rewards, even titles?"

Old Karl stared at Ceylon and questioned every single word.

Frightened by Old Carl's sudden fierce look, Ceylon took two steps back, holding the wine glass in both hands, not knowing what to say.

Even animals know how to classify. Wolves have wolf kings, and lions have lion kings.

But every ethnic group except the king, what about the following?
Every time the group catches a prey, the king eats it first, and when the king finishes eating it?

The following is also divided according to strength. Whoever ranks second and who ranks third are all particular.

Of course, a family is no exception. The whole family is of course Alan's biggest, and his orders are everything, but what about Alan's subordinates?

Of course it is Huth now, he has the oldest qualifications, and the housekeeper is the big housekeeper, so no one will question his status.

And what about Huth?

There are also grades, not how many years you have worked for the family.

Some servants have been in the castle for more than ten years, aren't they still servants?
There are only three jazz in the whole family now, besides Huth, old Carl, and last year's new jazz Syphis.

These are all old people who have served their families for many years and made a lot of contributions.

And old Carl is more old-fashioned. He kind of hates Ceylon, who seems to be aloof and looks down on people like him who do rough and dirty work.

To put it bluntly this time, there are other ways to kill those people, but the old Carl arranged it this way on purpose. One of his purposes was to frighten Ceylon on purpose and let her understand that entering the Hill family was not for her Those who come to enjoy the blessings and want to get honors are not so simple!
"Ceylon, no matter where you go, there are rules, rules! Everyone in the Hill family who has been knighted has made credit for the family, and these credits are not something you can comfortably handle in the castle. Documents can do it, and the credit is directly proportional to the danger."

Ceylon took a gulp of whiskey, her face flushed, but she held back.

Looking at the old Karl with a complex expression, he said, "Sir Karl, what do you mean, today's danger is specially prepared for me?"

"Oh, is it dangerous today?"

"Isn't it dangerous?!"

Old Carl took two steps forward, and directly helped Ceylon tidy up the somewhat messy collar, and said softly while tidying up: "Since you entered the Hill family, Ceylon, in this world, except for your own accident, , at other times, the young master didn’t say to let you die, no one can kill you. If the young master let you die, no one can save you, what you need to do is to use all your energy and work hard for the family, do you understand? ?”

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Ceylon couldn't tell whether it was a threat or a statement of facts, but she understood what Old Carl said. Although it was aggrieved, this was the price one had to pay for following the nobles. There was danger, but only with danger came opportunity!

"Okay. You go to rest first. Wait until tomorrow. Your remaining task is to pass the news back to prevent the Yankees from secretly forging the news."

Ceylon lowered her head and nodded lightly as if resigning to her fate.

Seeing that Ceylon just opened the door and was about to walk out of the study, and there was another subordinate standing outside the door, Old Carl smiled and said, "What's the matter?"

"Sir, Ms. Lily would like to see you."

When he heard that the niece he recognized was coming to see him, Old Karl smiled.

"Oh, Lily is here? You don't need to see me, just tell her that I'm busy, let her do as planned, and I'll send someone to do the rest, sooner rather than later, let them go at dawn."

"Yes!"

There were more than 200 arson cases in Los Angeles tonight. As for the casualties, there is no way to count them. Anyway, the police force is definitely not enough.

Under such circumstances, as a veteran gentleman, although Old Carl is not American, he still sent someone to send [-] pounds to the Los Angeles Police Department as a donation.

By the way, he sent someone to bring a message, expressing his concern about the security situation in Los Angeles as a Jazz.

Allen's plan in the past was to transform Lily, a local family in Los Angeles. They have already completed half of the transformation, at least following their previous path and registered with the military. They can be regarded as an ultra-small logistics supplier for the U.S. military. family.

But this time, with such a big incident happening in Los Angeles, a large number of people must be arrested, so what should they do with them?
Shut up in jail!
But now that there are clearly not enough prisons around Los Angeles, what should we do?
Do we need to open new prisons?
It just so happens that Old Carl has just donated [-] pounds to the Los Angeles police. Lily, the well-known niece of Old Carl, will visit the Los Angeles Police Department early in the morning and mention the need for a new prison quota. Well, with Old Carl's relationship and money, this thing can almost be done in this special period.

Things like prisons are not something everyone can play.

This is serious business in America!

Yes, prisons are serious business in America.

A prisoner is in prison, you want to live well, eat and drink, do you think it is free?
Of course it's impossible!You rely on part-time jobs to change!

In the country of capital, nothing is free, even the air has to be charged!
As long as you live for a day, as long as you can earn a penny, you have to pay taxes.

And after entering the prison, there are usually supporting factories in the prison, and the products in these factories are generally of good quality, mainly because of the great price advantage!
Because there is no need to pay prisoners in prisons, this thing is like a modern version of a slave concentration camp, which is very useful.

Working ten hours a day, you only need to take care of food and housing, guarantee a little work and rest time, and even have only one holiday a week without paying wages. Isn't this a good business?

A privately run prison, as long as it operates well and the managers are ruthless, its annual income is even higher than that of some smaller listed companies. This is not an exaggeration at all, but this kind of quota is difficult to get and.

Now is a good time!

(End of this chapter)