England 1986

Chapter 374 Burning Rolls-Royce

Daying's car is a right-hand drive car and has to drive on the left, but the old man is standing on the side of the road, the driver is sitting in the driver's seat, and he presses the window next to the co-pilot, but the window is only half down, the old man looks happily The driver hooked his head and glanced at Annabelle in the back seat.

After taking a deep look at Annebel, the old man introduced himself: "Hello, I am Old John, a resident of Malmesbury Village next door. My sister is going to have her birthday next month, but she is not in good health recently. I want passers-by to help me write some short sentences of blessings to her, make up a hundred sentences of blessings and give them to her, I am sorry to disturb you, can you write a small sentence of blessings for me?"

Seeing Annabel not talking, just watching TV, the old man was not angry, and his attitude became more humble, and he begged: "I'm not healthy anymore, and I can't walk far, so I can only block the way here. Those who passed by here recently There are fewer and fewer people, can kind-hearted people interrupt you for a while, and do me a little favor, I love my sister very much."

The old man deliberately said that he was in poor health and that he could not walk far, trying to lower the vigilance of the people in the car. After all, in such a remote place, people would be more or less vigilant if they stopped cars by the roadside.

Then he emphasized that his sister is not in good health and needs to pray for blessings.

People in Daying sometimes believe in such gossip. It is also very common to ask passers-by to write blessings like this. He also specifically emphasized that his sister is not in good health, and he loves his sister very much. .

In this way, the image of a conscientious old brother is very three-dimensional.

Even the well-informed driver was taken aback, he subconsciously felt sympathy, seeing the old man with gray hair, this
You have to be at least 60 years old, and it is impossible to be 70 years old. Such an old man still loves his sister so much, it is really touching that he can't bear to refuse his request.

The driver turned his head slightly to look at Annabelle, and pleaded, "Boss?"

"Open my car window."

Annabelle nodded, raised her chin and signaled the driver to open the window haughtily. He enjoyed the old man's humble and beseeching attitude very much.

Humph.
When my sister takes up that position in the future, she can also play with a nobleman, and she will be a nobleman by then, so there will be more people who are humble to her. I am happy today, so I will help this old man write a blessing to his sister. !

"呲"

Once the electric window was lowered to the bottom this time, the old driver was defenseless against the old man outside, and even sympathized with it. If necessary, he was prepared to wait for the boss to finish writing the greeting, and then help write one himself.

"What's your sister's name?"

Annabelle still crossed her legs, without even looking at the old man, she asked the old man's sister's name first.

"Thank you so much ma'am, my sister."

The old head seemed to have forgotten something, smiled awkwardly at Annabel, turned back to his bicycle, and picked up his backpack.

The old-fashioned double-shoulder rucksack, probably because of too many washes, the canvas is already a little white, and some places are even frayed.

The old man hung his backpack on his chest, took out a notebook and a pen from the bag, and handed them to Annabelle through the car window, "My sister's name is Karami."

"what?"

When Annabelle heard the name, she suddenly raised her head and exchanged a glance with the old man. It was actually the same name as her sister. Is it such a coincidence?

Seeing the old man's humble expression and the simple and honest smile on his face, Annabel happily took the notebook, flipped through the first few pages, and had already written some blessings.

Turning to the last blank page, she thought about it, wrote a line, and handed the notebook back to the old man with a playful expression.

Old John looked at the target in the car and took the notebook, his eyes quickly scanned the furnishings in the car, the door was locked, it was very good
The target is cross-legged, with a slight smile on his face, relaxed and defenseless, which is also good.

The window is wide open, even if the people inside want to close the window, it will take at least five seconds, five seconds.
Enough time!

After calculating the distance, the smile on Old John's face became more honest.

Seeing Annabelle handing back the notebook, Old John bent over and said words of thanks with a smile on his face.

"You are really kind people. The queen will bless you. I... I have some special products from my family here. Please accept them. This is a little bit of my heart."

Old John put his notebook in the backpack on his chest while murmuring compliments.

Although Annabelle didn't care about his so-called specialties, she was in a good mood at the moment, and she was quite curious about what the old man was going to give her.

then
She saw the old man pull out his hands from the backpack, and there were a few things that looked like transparent plastic bags between his fingers.

It contains a pale yellow liquid, which is
Home-brewed beer in the countryside?
Annabell subconsciously sneered, looking at the countryman and the "beer" in his hand with some contempt.

After Old John pulled his hands out of the bag, he quickly threw two plastic bags into the car with his left hand first. The plastic bags hit Annabelle and exploded, and the liquid flowed everywhere. The strength is weak, so I only carried two bags of yellow liquid in my left hand, and each bag was about a catty, not too big.

He threw the two bags of liquid directly onto Annabelle who was sitting in the back seat of the car.

After freeing his left hand, Old John stepped forward quickly, pressed his left hand on the car window, and quickly threw three bags of liquid at the driver in front with his right hand. The bags were extremely fragile and broke when thrown on someone, and the liquid was scattered everywhere in the car. Yes, a slightly pungent smell came out.

After throwing it away, Old John continued to take out two bags of liquid from his bag, and threw them on Annabelle again.

All this seems to be a long time, but it took less than five seconds from the time he threw the first bag to the last time he took out the match from his trouser pocket with his right hand. When Old John took out the match, Annabelle's scream just started !
Annabelle stared blankly at her soaked clothes, and her hair was also wet. Just now she subconsciously screamed, and as soon as she raised her nose, she smelled a familiar smell. This smell seemed to be—gasoline ?

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the humble old man just now, staring at her coldly. The old man was holding a matchbox in his hand. He didn't say a word of nonsense. Take a match, strike it
The match drew a graceful arc from the old man's hand, and landed precisely on Annabel's thigh.

bark.
boom!
The flames came into view so suddenly, Annabelle screamed and was swallowed by the flames. She was covered in petrol, five bags were thrown away by Old John!
How much space does an ordinary car have in the car?
In such a small space, six or seven catties of gasoline were thrown into it in a short period of time, and then ignited.

What effect is that?
There was a muffled sound in the car, and the flames burned rapidly, breaking through the window in an instant.

The whole car was on fire.

Old John subconsciously took a few steps back, coughed twice, and cursed in a low voice: "Fuck, you're so fucking strong."

Pushing his bicycle, Old John walked forward about ten meters, then stood on the side of the road and looked at the Rolls-Royce that seemed to have spontaneously ignited.

The wine red Rolls-Royce, with yellow flames coming out of the car window, looks like a flaming chariot, and the thick black smoke adds a bit of momentum to this flaming chariot.

From the beginning of the flames, the whole car shook violently twice, as if the people inside were pushing the door hard, but they had just locked the door with their own hands, and in a hurry, they probably couldn't open it.

Half a minute later, the violently shaking car quieted down again.

Old John just watched the Rolls-Royce slowly and completely burned from the inside out.

Although there are few people here, but with such a big black smoke, it may not be long before someone has to come this way.

but
Even though time was tight, Old John just stood and watched, he wanted to make sure the target in the car was cleared!
Feeling bored, Old John picked up the notebook in his backpack, opened the last page, and prepared to see what the lady just wrote.

This is the task that the young master personally entrusted, asking him to take a representative personal item from the other party.

What does Old John do with this kind of close-fitting thing?
He can't just block the road and rob, can he?

Doing that would be too risky, and it would be easy to make mistakes. It's not as good as it is now. When the other party is unprepared, he can leave no matter how much pain he suffers. That's great.

And the short sentence written by the other party himself is very meaningful, right?It should be considered a personal item, right?Those who knew her would definitely recognize her.

Opening the notebook, I saw the words on the last page: "Karami, I wish you a speedy recovery, and you can farm with peace of mind in the future and be a good farmer."

"Fake!"

Even though Old John doesn't have a sister, he was a little angry when he saw this line of so-called short blessings. This kind of garbage woman never forgets to be sarcastic even when she writes short blessings for others. What does peace of mind mean? Farm the land and be a good farmer?

Does this look down on farming?

What are you!
Sure enough, the young master said that the person who should be damned should be damned, such a vicious woman, it's better to die early!
Five minutes later, a black van slowly drove over from the direction behind Old John, and stopped on the opposite side of the road with the windows lowered. The driver in the car was a big man with a swollen face. When he saw Old John, he subconsciously showed flattery smile.

"Uncle John, how are you doing here?"

The big man pointed to the burned black Les Lais and continued: "There are already people coming this way, let's retreat?"

Without saying a word, Old John picked up the bicycle next to him with one hand, walked to the van on the other side of the road, stuffed the bicycle into the van, and sat in the passenger seat, and took another look at Lao Lao, who was almost burnt. Sless, there is no movement inside. In this case, even if Merlin comes inside, he will die!
"Let's go."

After Old John finished speaking, he closed his eyes and leaned back on the seat to rest. The big man smiled, stepped on the gas pedal, and the van started with a small ejection, bringing a heat wave all over his body, and slowly walked away.

The "black" Rolls-Royce, belching black smoke, remained where it was, leaving nothing around it that might be useful.

The only flaw is the plastic bag containing gasoline, but this thing was burnt out long ago. There are so many plastic parts in the car, who knows what a little scorch is?
London, after four o'clock in the afternoon, in Allen's small manor.

There were bursts of men's gasps and intermittent women's screams in the room.

Xiao Shitou looked left and right. Seeing his expression, the two servants on duty quickly moved their eyes to the side, not wanting to meet his gaze.

Gritting her teeth, there was a call from home. The young master asked him to be notified as soon as the matter was over, no matter what he was doing!
Little Stone didn't dare to disobey Allen's order, so as soon as he received the call, he ran to report to the young master.

but.
It's broad daylight, the bedroom door is closed, and the young master hasn't come out yet.

Gritting his teeth, Xiao Shitou bravely knocked on the bedroom door twice, and reported through the door very quickly: "Master, I called home. Old John has finished his work. You are the one who asked me to be the first." I’ll inform you when the time comes, and now that I’m done, I’m leaving!”

As soon as Xiao Shitou finished speaking, the male and female voices in the bedroom suddenly fell silent. After waiting for two or three seconds, another extremely high-pitched female scream sounded, and the scream was accompanied by a sentence in Arabic.

Xiao Shitou went there on a business trip last year. He can still understand this sentence, it seems to mean begging for mercy?
Master is really amazing!
"I understand! Dinner will be brought in later, go and prepare it first."

When Xiao Shitou was stunned, Alan's voice finally came from the bedroom, and he explained, and then
The screaming and gasping continued simultaneously.

"Dang bang."

Allen put the plate on the bedside table casually. He had a pretty good life these two days, and he didn't step out of the door.

All the time was spent with college girls who came to work in Britain from the Arab region all the way.

The little girl was alone and in a foreign country. As her boss, he, Mr. Alan, couldn't care about the employees?
For such employees, caring about language seems too perfunctory. It is necessary to deeply care about employees and get along with them. Only by in-depth understanding can the relationship between the boss and employees be deepened.

Allen is so conscientious and deeply caring about his employees that he even forgets to eat.

Now I can only sit on the edge of the bed and have a hasty dinner.

He glanced at the torn stockings on the ground, then turned to look behind him.

Yasin Rania pinched the corner of the thin blanket with both hands, covering her mouth, revealing only a pair of big eyes.

The more Allen looked at her, the more interesting this little girl seemed.

They Arabs are very conservative, especially women.

Although Yasin Rania received a Western-style education, she was conservative in many things.

Allen slammed his mouth with some aftertaste.

He likes the feeling of refusal and refusal, and the feeling of refusal.

How do you say it?

Yes. Pull each other.

It's this feeling of being very shy, very embarrassed, very clingy, but not too rejecting.

Tut tut, that feeling.
There is a little pleasure in the guilt, and a little guilt in the pleasure. It is this compound emotion that is very intoxicating.

Allen hadn't experienced this kind of novel experience for a long time, and when he relaxed now, he would inevitably be a little indulgent.

(End of this chapter)