England 1986

Chapter 363 What kind of supernatural event is this?
Allen twisted his neck, although sitting on the tank feels more comfortable, and the sense of security is overwhelming.

But the comfort level of this thing is limited after all. It is his limit to be able to sit for more than two hours. Alan wanted to get down and change the car just now, but it is not time for afternoon tea. He has not experienced the legendary Drinking afternoon tea in the tank, just to experience it, and then change the car before getting on the bridge, and then just happened to see two traffic policemen standing on the side of the bridge to rest on duty.

He didn't want to show his face in front of others, so he simply asked Xiao Shitou to give the two traffic policemen the rest of his afternoon tea.

It was wobbly, and there was a lot of traffic on the bridge, but everyone in their convoy stayed away from it. The two-way, four-lane bridge had sidewalks on both sides, and everyone around them cast weird glances at this weird convoy.

It wasn't until he got off the bridge that Allen took off his earmuffs and jumped off the tank.

"hiss"

I touched my belly, and to be honest, the experience of riding a tank is not very good.

Allen felt his belly go numb
In addition to the belly, even the special parts have a feeling of riding a bicycle for a long time.

To put it bluntly, it just hurts. Well, it's not pain, it's just a little numb.

After the tank is replaced with rubber tracks, the feeling in the car after driving is always a feeling of passing speed bumps infinitely.

The two-hour speed bump experience was quite sour.

"Come on, give me a hand, I'm a little numb."

Allen pulled the small stone, stretched his legs, and moved to his Bentley step by step.

Returning to the soft seat, Allen sighed and slumped on the seat. This is the feeling of riding a car. I will never ride a tank on the road again, suffer!

When the convoy was back on the road, Allen picked up Xiao Huang who was sleeping on the back seat next to him.

Xiao Huang, this trash, was also brought out by him this time. This time he was going to London for several days. Alan was afraid that he would have nothing to do, so he brought Xiao Huang to relieve his boredom.

Just now I suffered in the tank, but this guy was sleeping in the back seat of the car.

The more Alan thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt. He held Xiao Huang on his lap, and rubbed its cat's head fiercely, making Xiao Huang coo.

After leaving the house after one o'clock in the afternoon, the total distance from Allen's house to the gate of the small manor that Boss Cha gave him in London was about 330 kilometers.

The usual four-hour drive took nearly seven hours this time.

All the way through the city, Allen only took the main road, not the small road at all!
From Newport, through Bristol, Swindon, Reading.

I replenished twice on the road, and it was dark at night before I arrived at the gate of my manor in London.

The first time he got home, Allen called the servant, took a nice bath to relieve fatigue, and finally collapsed on the bed, wanting to do nothing but sleep!
The next day. It may be that I went to bed too early last night, and Allen woke up early today.

The first thing he did after he got up was to arrange today's plan. While it was still early, the tanks advanced into the city, and they set off first at a speed of [-] kilometers per hour. After an hour, they left first, then had breakfast by themselves, and walked one step behind. At that time, everyone met at the gate of Karami's house.

Read the newspaper while eating breakfast.

Today's newspaper was specially selected by the servant and sent up. Allen was very keen to see an extremely weird headline on the front page of a tabloid whose sales were not particularly good.

"The Duchess of Alba of Coffe"

That's the very lurid headline.

Allen raised his brows, why does this smell look familiar?
Huh. Isn't this the routine of the report that exposed Cha Boss's recording some time ago?
In this article, I introduced the deeds of the Duchess of Alba in a weird way.

As the nobleman among the well-known nobles in Europe, the top dignitaries in Spain, the Duchess of Alba was known as the No. 1 lady in Europe.

This duchess is also very playful. After the death of her first husband, she disregarded the dissuasion of the King of Spain and found a handsome illegitimate boy from a very poor background to marry.

But the two have been married for more than ten years. Now her husband is seriously ill again, and it seems that she will not live for a few more years.

This report is about her Kefu.

This kind of thing is still very popular in Europe, especially in the aristocratic circle, and it is very metaphysical.

Moreover, there is no way to come up with something to prove it, which has a miraculous effect on tarnishing people's reputations.

As long as she is given the name of Kefu, the Grand Duchess will inevitably be ridiculed secretly wherever she goes in the future.

Yesterday’s newspapers were still reporting that Karami was publicly humiliated by the Grand Duchess as a peasant woman, but today’s tabloid revealed the “black history” of the Grand Duchess of Alba.

Is there such a coincidence in the world?
Allen squinted, held the newspaper in one hand, tied up a piece of beef cubes in the other, and threw it to Xiao Huang, who was fussing at his feet.

Ah.
It's Karami again, good means, very courageous, even the grand duchess dared to blackmail, it really is heartless and unstable.

For this kind of person, Allen further deepened his vigilance against her, regardless of whether there is a team behind her, if he counterattacks at her speed, Allen will have to fuck her!
She's not in the position yet, she's just doing things so unscrupulously, if she is in the position in the future, is that okay?

By then, she won't be able to go to heaven? !
Humph.
Karami's residence is not in the wealthy area of ​​the city center.

The housing prices over there are too expensive, and no one will sell the big houses of the rich, but she feels that the small houses are not worthy of her status, and she doesn't want to live in them.

In the end, I chose a land between the urban area and the suburbs, and there is a small high-end wealthy community.

There is also a shopping street not far away, and the traffic here is slightly less than that in London.

Early in the morning
It is the moment when the flow of people is slightly larger.

A shiny green tank was rumbling towards the entrance of a villa. Some curious people just opened their mouths, watching this extremely abrupt tank appearing here, and couldn't figure out what it was trying to do.

Some people have already started calling the media to sell news.

There are new things in London every day, and the competition among various media is very fierce. Regardless of the size of the news, as long as you provide clues, once confirmed, there will be rewards of at least tens of pounds for those who provide clues!

Cross the sidewalk, cross the lawn, and drive to the door of the villa.

The well-manicured lawn at the entrance of the villa was messed up by the tank tracks. The lawn was smashed and the soil underneath was exposed. The two wide track marks were extremely eye-catching.

The people in the villa also heard such a big commotion. An old man who looked like a butler walked to the gate with a gloomy expression and looked at the hostile tank parked at his door.

"What's the matter with you guys?"

The old man looked at the big men who got out of the car, and just wanted to reprimand him, but he didn't dare to say it. He has old arms and legs, and he doesn't have the same knowledge as this kind of rough man!
"Is this the home of Mr. Andrew Parker Bowles?"

The leading man held a letter, looked at the envelope and read his name word by word.

"Is there anything you can do with my master?"

What the old man said was an admission in disguise.

"Are you blind? Can't you see that I am delivering the letter? Ask your master to come out and receive the letter!"

The big man stared at the old man with his nose on his face, shook the envelope in his hand, and scolded him.

The old man subconsciously shrank his neck from being scolded by the big man, and didn't dare to talk back.

The other party looks like this, driving a tank, aggressive, you say you are here to deliver a letter?
London's post office now delivers letters in tanks?

"You wait a moment, I'm going to report."

The old man's face turned pale, and he stretched out his hand to take the letter first.

The strong man retracted his arms, avoided the old man's hand, and said with disgust in his eyes: "Don't understand what I say? Let your master come out to pick it up in person. People like you are not qualified to pick up this kind of letter. Get out of here!" "

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The old man twitched, the other party was so arrogant, even with a letter, he was not even qualified to connect!

This is too insulting!
"Good, good, good!"

The old man laughed out of breath, turned around and went back.

"Ricardo? What happened outside? Why did I hear the noise?"

The old man returned to the villa and walked a few steps to the restaurant.

On the large dining table, a man and a woman sat together to eat breakfast. The blond hostess asked questions slowly. Her speaking speed was a bit weird, a notch slower than normal people's, and her voice was very Gentle, in this way, she will give people a very charming feeling when she speaks.

To put it bluntly, it is --- very coquettish.

"Ma'am...someone came outside to deliver a letter to the husband, and the other party asked the husband to go out and get it in person."

The old man called Ricardo bent down to answer, as if he was very afraid of the mistress. As for the male master of the house, he didn't even look at it, as if in his eyes, the lady was the master of the house.

"Oh? What a big shelf, didn't the other party say who it was?"

"Ma'am, the other party didn't say that I wanted to accept the letter, but the other party said that I am not qualified to accept the letter."

"Oh Andrew, you are asked to pick up the letter, so go."

After Ricardo reported the situation, the woman who was eating put down her fork, tapped the table with her right hand, and directly directed to Andrew who was sitting opposite her and was eating.

"Huh? I'll go if they tell me to go?"

Andrew put down his fork and snorted softly.

"Mr. the other party"

Ricardo looked left and right, hesitant to speak, and finally turned his eyes to Madam, and said: "Madam, the other party is driving a tank to deliver the letter, and their tank is parked on the lawn in front of the house. They're crushed."

"???"

As soon as Ricardo finished speaking, the lady who had a face of indifference just now raised her head suddenly, her face was a little stiff.

"Message in a tank? A letter to Andrew?"

What is this routine?
Accustomed to playing dirty, this lady will be a little confused for a while when she encounters such a thing today.

"Andrew, go and see what's going on, hum, dare to damage my lawn, do they know whose place this is, whose house this is?"

The blond lady didn't think much, her voice pitch suddenly increased, and she directed Andrew to hurry to see what was going on.

"Okay, okay. Don't be angry, I'll go right away, I'll go right away."

Andrew had two big eye bags on his face, as if he hadn't woken up. Seeing his wife getting angry, he quickly stood up and coaxed her.

"呲"

Allen pressed the electric window and the glass lowered halfway.

Then he took out a small round flake red box the size of a bluetooth headset box from his pocket.

Open the small box, and inside it looks like a tape measure, a red roll.

Without starting from scratch, Allen directly took the tape-like thing, put it flat on his mouth, bit off a third of it in one bite, put the rest back into the box, and picked up the telescope from the side, Prepare to eat melons on the spot.

The contents of this box are the bubble gum that the family food factory has only recently started to produce.

This packaging is similar to the big roll that will become a hit in China in the future, a bubble gum roll that is rolled together in strips.

Allen is used to the exhilaration of eating a small half in one bite.

No one has stipulated that to eat this kind of bubble gum, you must eat it one at a time, right?
Just after breakfast, Allen was sitting in the car, and asked Xiao Shitou to park the car diagonally opposite the door of Karami's house, about 30 meters away from the door of her house.

He wants to eat melons on the spot.

As for sending letters?

The delivery of the letter must be handed over to his subordinates. Does he have to deliver the letter himself, Mr. Allen?
While chewing bubble gum, Allen held a binoculars and watched a middle-aged man in pajamas coming out of the villa.

The bags under the eyes are huge, a bit like a certain dead star of Real Madrid in the later generations, it seems to be called Ozil, right?
Anyway, he looks very similar to him, with a prostration, long-term insomnia, and a street boy.

It doesn't look like a good thing.

Based on the information I have read, I think about it, this should be Andrew, that husband!

Heh. It really is a turtle man, who looks like Prime Minister Turtle. In the future, I will give him a big turtle shell, just like the turtle fairy, and let him carry it on his back.

When Andrew came to the gate, he saw the green tank and the small flag on the tank at a glance.

He is too familiar with Boss Cha!
Of course he is also familiar with Boss Cha's princely badge.

Andrew subconsciously thought that Boss Cha had sent someone to deliver a letter to him, and he was shocked. No wonder the messenger said that his butler was not qualified to receive the letter. You, an ordinary civilian butler, can accept the letter from the Crown Prince?

After trotting for two steps, Andrew Weiwei bent down and said flatteringly, "Thank you for your hard work, I am Andrew. Are you here to deliver the letter for His Highness?"

"You are Andrew?"

The big guy in the lead took out the photo from his pocket and compared it, why does this man look uglier than the one in the photo, he looks like he is dying
Handing the letter to Andrew with a sullen expression, he said, "This is a letter from my master, please open it and have a look."

Now Andrew doesn't care about the bad attitude of the messenger anymore, he is qualified to be superior to others if he can follow the prince's subordinates!

But
After receiving the envelope, Andrew was still smiling, but when he saw the family crest that was still fresh in his memory on the envelope, the smile on his face froze instantly.

He is also very familiar with this badge!

People who used to use this badge chased him on the polo field.

At that time, the strong physique and fiery personality left a deep impression on him, but he was an earl, so he didn't dare to complain if he beat him.

But isn't that guy dead?

Why did I receive a letter with this badge again today?
Andrew's hand holding the letter trembled subconsciously. He was really scared!
What kind of supernatural event is this?
(End of this chapter)