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Police Chief Kevin couldn't help but said sarcastically:

"So, have the Americans made any special requests so far? Do the Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders want to come along? ... I can barely accept this request."

"Haha~,"

"Personally I prefer the Kardashians, and so does Her Majesty apparently."

"Hahaha~~,"

Hearing Kevin's words, everyone in the room burst into laughter.

Parisi smiled and ignored Kevin's complaints. "We have rejected all nineteen special requests from twelve countries. Is there anything else you should pay attention to based on our current evaluation results?"

The new intelligence minister said, "As you know, last year about 350 British citizens traveled between the UK and the United States. The same situation also occurred in the two countries in Southwest Asia and West Central Asia. What has attracted our attention is a small number of retired personnel..."

The Speaker of the Council asked, "Is there any illegal behavior?"

"no!"

"Very good!" The Speaker of the Parliament nodded. "Then let us dress our dear James... with dignity and send him off with honor! Give him the courtesy he deserves."

White House.

Office of the President.

"Sir, can you see us now?"

The director of the Secret Service, Linnea Jacobs, an African-American woman, walked in with a sturdy, middle-aged man who looked smart and capable.

"come in!"

After the two sat down, the president smiled easily and said, "What are you so nervous about?"

Jacob spread his hands and looked at the president: "The British are first-class people, and everyone has heard that."

Changing the subject, Jacob said coldly: "But there are several types of travel that I hate, such as last-minute preparations, going abroad, and having no time to arrange. Can I really not convince you not to go?"

"Jacob,"

The president was also somewhat helpless: "This is a state funeral, and the object is our greatest ally..."

"All right,"

Jacob flipped open the folder in his hand. "I spent most of the night on the phone with the advance team. The London police will be responsible for the outer security during the funeral. Air Force One will land at Stansted Airport. Once on the ground, everything will be under Mike's control."

As he spoke, Jacob pointed at the burly man.

Mike nodded and stood up to brief the president. "After landing, we will take a 12-minute helicopter ride to Somerset House. From there, an armored vehicle will escort us through Fleet Street directly to the church."

The president looked at Mike and asked, "You seem calm?"

"The British are too busy...,"

Mike said, "Their defenses are flawed, sir!"

"Think about it, there are 40 different guards in 40 different countries..." Jacob stood up and said seriously, "The marching route, funeral seating, and exits are all difficult to adjust..."

The president looked up at her and asked, "Can you handle it?"

Jacob looked at Mike: "Mike?"

"Of course, there's nothing I can't handle!"

Mike smiled confidently.

Looking at Mike's confident smile, the president nodded and said with satisfaction: "Very good! Although I know you don't want to go on a business trip now!"

"It's my duty!" Mike shrugged.

After Mike finished talking to the president about the arrangements, he stood up and said goodbye. Just as he turned into a corridor, he saw Vice President Allen Trumbull walking over with a smile and greeted him warmly: "Our good boy!"

Seeing a chrysanthemum blooming on that dark face, Mike smiled and said, "Mr. Vice President, how was your vacation?"

Trumbull said with a smile, "Kid, have you ever experienced the joy of hauling a 30-kilogram Atlantic mackerel from the sea off Zekeel Island?"

Mike shook his head: "I haven't experienced that!"

"same here,"

Trumbull smiled and said, "I'll have to wait until next year to experience it again! But thank you for your concern!"

With that, Trumbull patted Mike on the shoulder and walked towards the President's office.

…………

As night fell, Air Force One flew through the dark sky. The plane soared above the thick clouds, as if hovering in a bottomless black hole. The lights in the cabin illuminated the interior and reflected on the faces of the passengers, appearing unusually bright.

The clouds rolled under the plane like surging waves. In the night sky, the stars twinkled faintly. Air Force One was like a giant ship, sailing in the sea of ​​stars.

The wings of Air Force One drew a graceful arc in the air, and the plane flew steadily. Inside the cabin, passengers were sitting or standing, with different expressions. Some were looking down at documents, while others were talking quietly.

"for you!"

On the sofa, Jacob handed a document to Mike.

Mike nodded: "Thank you!"

Jacob looked up at Mike, a hint of admiration in his eyes: "I haven't seen you recently, are you busy building a nest?"

Mike didn't even raise his head: "That's about right!"

Jacob's mouth curled up: "Is your ideal nest a bulletproof wall for the baby's room?"

Mike smiled and said, "Your idea sounds great!"

"Yes, I do!"

Jacob's inexplicable words left Mike a little confused, and he looked up at her in surprise.

Jacob came back to his senses and said hurriedly: "Being a child's yeast is not a trivial matter. I have considered this matter carefully."

Mike smiled and nodded: "I know, ... do you think you can do it?"

"Of course someone like me who is not only capable and smart can do it, but I'm flattered!" Looking at Mike's smiling face, Jacob became more and more incoherent. He took a breath, suppressed the complicated thoughts in his heart, and said seriously: "It's an honor..."

"Thanks!!"

Mike gave her a long look.

Following the captain's instructions, Air Force One began to descend. The clouds gradually thinned and the ground became clearer. Soon, the plane passed through the last layer of clouds and landed at Stansted Airport.

.........

Under the early morning sun, London Metropolitan Police Hall seemed particularly busy. It was still a quarter before 8:30 in the morning, but the scene inside and outside the Metropolitan Police Hall was already busy.

Every corner was filled with a tense and orderly atmosphere, with staff members busy shuttling between corridors. Leaders of forty countries were about to arrive, and officers from the London Metropolitan Police were busy conducting security checks and arrangements.

In order to ensure the smooth progress of this event, the London Metropolitan Police has already made full preparations, not only deploying a large number of police forces, but also using advanced monitoring equipment and communication equipment to ensure that the situation on the scene can be grasped in a timely manner.

At the same time, the main roads in London have been blocked by the police, and the traffic lights have been adjusted to flashing mode to facilitate the smooth passage of the leaders' convoys. Special checkpoints have also been set up at some important intersections to conduct strict inspections on passing vehicles.

At the command center of the National Police Agency, the police officers were staring at the big screen nervously, giving orders into the intercom from time to time. They were the core commanders of this event and had to ensure that every link could proceed smoothly.

At this time, the special planes of 40 national leaders had landed at London Airport one after another. At the airport, they were warmly welcomed by members of the British royal family. Then, they took a special car and drove to the cathedral along the pre-planned route.

This is a major international event and a major test for the London Police.

Special Operations Command.

"Hey guys, it's a big day! Let me prove it, it's a super big day!"

Karen stood in the middle, looking at her busy subordinates in the office and smiled: "Ladies and gentlemen, today I want you to be at your best. We are responsible for the safety of world-class officials. Let's work together to make it a success!"

"Don't worry, sir!"

…………

Stansrode Airport, a bustling aviation hub, has welcomed another unusual day.

With a slight tremor, the door of Air Force One slowly opened, and a unique atmosphere filled the air. The first to get off the plane were a group of special agents in black suits. The members looked serious, and everyone's eyes were full of vigilance, as if they were ready to deal with any possible emergency at any time.

"Lefty has landed!"

Mike looked around and began to inform the team members about the situation.

At this moment, a middle-aged man in black got out of a nearby nanny car and walked towards Mike: "Agent Mike, I'm John Lancaster from the Security Bureau. Are you here a little early?"

"No, we're speeding up!"

Mike nodded and said, "The fewer people who know the president's exact whereabouts, the better."

"Oh, really? Is that so? Why haven't I heard of it?" John looked at Mike curiously.

"No one knows, otherwise it wouldn't be a surprise!"

Mike smiled.

John nodded: "Okay, thank you for your help!"

…………

At 3 pm, St. Paul's Cathedral was particularly solemn. This historic cathedral welcomed the arrival of 40 national leaders. They were dressed in formal attire and looked sad as they came together to attend this important memorial event. Outside the cathedral, reporters from all over the world had been waiting for a long time. They had set up their equipment, held microphones, and were reporting on the scene, conveying the solemnity and "sorrow" of this moment to the world.

"The security of the funeral was unprecedentedly high.... The ceremony officially began an hour later. This was not only an opportunity for world leaders, but also the most heavily guarded event in the world."

The security of the funeral was unprecedentedly high. In order to protect the safety of the participants, the commanding heights outside the church were occupied by the London police. They closely monitored the surrounding movements to ensure that there were no security risks.

The entire funeral site was surrounded by police forces and was under strict security. The police set up multiple checkpoints to conduct strict security checks on people entering the site. At the same time, special forces members also quietly lurked in various key locations to respond to possible emergencies at any time.

In addition to ground security forces, the police also dispatched helicopters to conduct aerial patrols. These helicopters are equipped with advanced observation equipment and can grasp the situation on the scene in real time. In addition, the police also mobilized a large number of police officers to conduct investigations and conduct all-weather, all-angle monitoring of the surrounding areas.

In order to ensure the smooth conduct of the funeral, the police also worked closely with the intelligence department to obtain relevant information in advance. They conducted a comprehensive investigation of possible threats to ensure that there were no security risks. At the same time, the police also formulated a detailed emergency plan to deal with various emergencies.

"All units in position!"

"Marine One, Two, and Three are arriving at Somerset House shortly."

"Marine One cleared to land!"

As the helicopter slowly landed on the tarmac, the president jumped out of the helicopter, straightened his clothes, looked around to assess the surrounding environment, and then walked directly into the car that had been waiting for a long time, accompanied by security personnel.

Leaders from various countries arrived one after another, and reporters were busy recording this moment of history. Unlike the US President, other heads of state went to the church in different ways.

Some people were stuck in traffic when they were driving from the airport, such as the Japanese Prime Minister. Some people felt embarrassed to take a boat, such as the French President, who stayed on the boat for half an hour longer after the yacht arrived at the dock to express his dissatisfaction. Some people were fooling around, such as the Italian President who went to the roof of a church with his mistress to have sex and celebrate his 30th birthday. Of course, there were also those who paid their respects seriously...

“Lefty arrives at his destination.”

The president's motorcade stopped in front of the church. Mike quickly got out of the car and checked the surrounding situation before opening the door and letting the president get out.

Inside the church, solemn bells rang, accompanied by melodious prayers, bidding farewell to the deceased.

"boom-!"

However, just as the president was about to enter the church, a huge explosion suddenly came from the street, instantly shifting people's attention from inside the church to outside.

"Get down!!"

Mike yelled, quickly grabbed the president's neck and pushed him down on the stairs. His eyes were full of tension and worry, but his movements were firm, because he knew that his mission was to protect the president's safety.

The bodyguards around him also reacted immediately. They quickly surrounded the president and used their bodies to build a defense line for him. They stared nervously at the direction where the explosion came from, and their hands had already reached out for the gun handles at their waists, pointing at the place where the sound came from, ready to respond to any possible danger at any time.

The president was also frightened by this sudden change, and his eyes revealed a hint of fear and anxiety.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Several gunshots suddenly broke the quiet air, waking everyone up instantly.

A man in security uniform suddenly turned his gun around, pointed it at the president's bodyguards, and pulled the trigger.

“Da Da Da~~”

Then, a group of militants rushed out from the street. They were wearing black tights, masks, and holding submachine guns in their hands. They started shooting at the bodyguards.

The president's bodyguards immediately fell into chaos, running around and trying to find cover. Suddenly, gunshots and screams rang out at the scene, and a fierce battle was about to begin.

(End of this chapter)