Arms starts with hyenas in the Middle East

Chapter 433 Leslie's Death
Inside the spacious prison van, Leslie sat on a leather sofa, with fine Bordeaux red wine placed on the table. The van was fully equipped with air conditioning, television, wine cabinet and other facilities. The interior was luxurious. The exterior of the prison van looked no different from an ordinary prison van, but the interior was extremely luxurious, not inferior to those luxury RVs. This was a prison van specially used by Berwyn Prison to transport prisoners of high status like Leslie.

Apart from the two armed policemen and the prison uniform on Leslie, there was nothing in the prison van that could make people think that this was the escort of a serious criminal.

This is the good thing about capitalist countries: as long as you have money, even if you have committed a serious crime, you can still enjoy superior treatment, and even live a hundred times better than ordinary people outside.

But Leslie was not in the mood to taste the wine at this time. He stared blankly at the wine in the glass, his eyes unfocused, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Suddenly, he jumped up, threw himself on a prison guard and tried to snatch his rifle.

"Damn it, what are you doing!"

The two prison guards were startled by Leslie's sudden attack and had no idea what was going on. The prison guard who was knocked down had a red face and was struggling with Leslie for the gun. Since he was at a lower position, it was not convenient for him to exert force. Moreover, Leslie was not the kind of weak young man who was hollowed out by alcohol and sex, which led to him being at a disadvantage for a while.

"Stop it now, damn it, or I'm going to shoot!"

Another prison guard pointed his gun and shouted loudly, but he did not shoot at the first moment. The main reason was that Leslie had a special status and he was afraid of getting himself into trouble. In fact, everyone wanted Leslie to die at this time, but he did not know it, otherwise he would have pulled the trigger at the first moment.

Seeing that his companion was about to lose to the other party in the fight for the gun, the prison guard gritted his teeth, made up his mind, looked ruthless, and pulled the trigger at Leslie's shoulder.

Hey!
After a gunshot, Leslie's whole body shook violently, a stream of blood spurted out from his shoulder, and then he was thrown to the ground by the prison guard under him.

Zhizhizhi——!
The sudden gunshot also alarmed the driver, who slammed on the brakes to stop the vehicle. The other escorting police cars were confused when they saw the prison van suddenly stop, so they also stopped their cars to ask questions.

"Hey, what's up man?"

An elderly sheriff came forward and asked the prison van driver.

"There's a problem with the prisoners, I heard someone shooting!"

The prison van driver pointed to the closed rear compartment of the prison van and said.

"What?"

The sheriff was stunned at first, then he waved his hand and ordered: "Be alert!"

"The prisoner may be preparing to escape. Be on the lookout for his accomplices. Damn it! Why can't you just be more quiet?"

After the sheriff gave the order in a somewhat impatient manner, he glanced vigilantly at the surrounding environment and terrain. Generally, when a prisoner suddenly resisted during escort, it was most likely that his accomplices came to rescue him. However, he knew clearly that the person being escorted in the car today was a high-ranking member of a terrorist organization, and it was inevitable that his organization would take risks to rescue him or plan a terrorist attack.

He was well aware of how much importance his superiors attached to him, and if anything went wrong, he really couldn't bear the responsibility.

The police officers alertly pointed their guns at the back door of the prison van.

The sound of the HK MP5 submachine gun is not very loud, and the prison van has been specially designed with sound insulation for the comfort of the prisoners being escorted. Therefore, unless the driver is too close, the sound of the vehicle's movement will cover up the noise, and as long as the police inside the prison van do not call for help, no one will know what is happening inside.

Inside the prison van, just as the two prison guards breathed a sigh of relief and were about to subdue Leslie completely, Leslie endured the severe pain, grabbed the calf of one of the prison guards with his other intact arm, opened his bloody mouth and bit it.

"what--!"

The prison guard was caught off guard and bitten hard. The severe pain in his calf made his eyes red. He tried hard to pull back his calf: "Damn it, let go, you bastard!"

"Fuck you, are you looking for death?"

Another prison guard also shouted loudly, but Leslie was unmoved. He hugged the prison guard's calf tightly and bit it tightly with his mouth, not caring about the severe pain from his other shoulder. Perhaps the rapid secretion of adrenaline helped him a lot, otherwise he would not have the strength to hold the other's calf because of the severe pain, and his front teeth might even fall out because of the other's struggle.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!"

The prison guard whose calf was bitten couldn't bear it anymore. He roared with a ferocious face, pointed the gun in his hand at Leslie's head, and pulled the trigger hard!

Da da da!
The prison guard, who was blinded by anger, held the trigger fiercely. The high rate of fire of the MP5 instantly shot Leslie into a sieve. As his body kept shaking under the gunfire, blood spurted out of his back. When the prison guard released the trigger, his entire back was beaten to pieces, with blood holes all over it. Blood was gushing out of it. It was obvious that he was dead.

"Fuck, you killed him!"

Another prison guard was somewhat afraid that he would be implicated in this matter.

"Fuck it! He was the one who attacked us, and we killed him together!"

After calming down, the prison guard was a little scared. It was really thrilling just now. If it weren't for the help of another prison guard, Leslie might have succeeded in taking his gun away from him. If that really happened, the consequences would be disastrous. But now it's time to have a headache. This matter cannot be concealed, and Leslie has a noble status, so there will probably be trouble in the future. They may even lose their jobs because of this.

But if you just lose your job, it would be fine. But if you are targeted by the terrorist organization that the other party belongs to, that would be a real big trouble.

"Damn it, you beat him to death!"

The other prison guard was obviously well aware of the consequences, and he didn't want to share any hardships with the other party.

"No, Carl, you fired the first shot!"

The prison guard will not choose to take the blame himself. Based on the principle that he must not let his companions go even if he is in trouble, he must drag them down with him. Only by sharing the firepower can he survive better. This is the way of survival for the little people.

"Damn it, I was trying to save you, Bourne, you can't do this!" The prison guard named Carl was very dissatisfied with this.

"Carl, no matter what, you fired the first shot, you can't escape responsibility, and do you think you can escape if something happens to me?"

The prison guard named Bourne gestured with his hands: "No, it's useless even if you get yourself out. You can't hide. Only if the two of us share the pressure together can we have a chance to survive. Do you still want to hide?"

"Listen, he attacked us, he took my gun and almost shot me with it, and we worked together to kill him. That's what happened. Do you have any questions?"

There is nothing wrong with what Bourne said, except that there are some differences in the details.

"Damn, maybe you're right."

Carl nodded somewhat dejectedly. After calming down and thinking carefully, it was indeed the case. There were only two of them in the car, and no one could escape responsibility.

While the two men were discussing how to get through this incident in the carriage, the police officers outside were facing a great enemy. Because they had not received any reports from the police officers inside and there was no response to their calls, they had no idea what had happened inside and what the current situation was. They were completely unsure and could only wait for support to arrive and prepare to break down the door by blasting.

This design is obviously unreasonable for a prison van, but when they designed it, they only considered the comfort of the criminals and did not consider the possibility of criminals attacking police officers during escort.

Because the criminals escorted by this kind of prison van are all rich or noble in the outside world, no one would be stupid enough to do such a stupid thing as attacking the police officers in an attempt to escape.

After they are caught, even if they go to prison, their money is more than enough for them to live a high quality life. The prison will provide them with all the services they want, including women. And if they have industries in the outside world, they can still control them by remote control from inside, and it will not cause much impact at all. For them, it is just a change of place to enjoy, just like a vacation. Who would be so desperate as to risk being shot and escape with a gun?

It just so happened that they encountered this today. They were really unlucky. Even if their ancestral grave hadn't been blown up, they wouldn't have encountered such a thing. The chance of this happening is even lower than winning 100 million in the lottery!
"Calling the sheriff, this is prison guard number one who followed the car. The danger is over. The criminal has been shot dead. I repeat, this is prison guard number one who followed the car. The danger is over. The criminal has been shot dead!"

Suddenly, the sheriff's walkie-talkie heard the call of the prison guard following the van. Hearing the information coming from inside the prison van, the sheriff finally breathed a sigh of relief, but then he started to have a headache again.

Leslie was a criminal who was the focus of attention of the higher-ups, but now he died during his escort. It is not known whether they will be implicated because of this. After all, there was no clear attitude conveyed to them by the higher-ups, and they did not know that Leslie's fate was already determined.

"Very good. Now you slowly open the door and get out of the car for inspection. Over!"

In any case, it is a blessing in disguise. Although the sheriff has a headache, he also knows that the top priority now is to deploy the scene and handle the follow-up work. Most importantly, he should find a way to minimize his responsibility. Only in this way can he safely get through any subsequent troubles.

"Everyone, please be alert. The danger inside has been initially eliminated!"

Upon hearing this, the other police officers at the scene breathed a sigh of relief, but still pointed their guns at the car door. They would not lift the alert until their colleagues came out and saw the situation inside with their own eyes.

Click!

With a slight sound, the door of the prison van was opened from the inside, and two prison guards came into the sight of the police officers outside. When they saw that it was their colleagues coming out, they all breathed a sigh of relief and lifted their guard.

"Lift the alert and check the interior of the carriage!"

At the sheriff's command, everyone put down their guns and began to check the inside of the prison van. When the sheriff saw Leslie, who was beaten to a bloody pulp, he felt his scalp tingling. He had no choice but to report it first. He took out his cell phone and called his superior to report the situation.

"Yes, yes, I understand. Please don't worry, I know what to do!"

After receiving feedback from his superiors, the sheriff breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead, and felt a little scared.

What he feared most was that his superiors did not want Leslie to die during the escort, or that there was some purpose for Leslie to be alive. If this was the case, then if something went wrong during the escort, it was foreseeable that his end would not be good. But now he had received an affirmative reply from his superiors that Leslie's death would not cause any bad effects. His superiors did not care about his life or death, and even hinted that Leslie would definitely die, and would die quickly. The only difference was that they originally planned to let him die in prison, but now he died during the escort. As long as he did not run away, there would be no problem.

"Sheriff, please tell me..."

Bourne asked the sheriff about the results of his report with some trepidation, as if he was awaiting his own verdict.

"Bourne, Carl, you did a great job. Your superiors have greatly praised your heroic performance. You just need to write a report and submit it to the director's office."

The sheriff patted Bourne and Carl on the shoulders in a pretentious manner.

"Yes sir!"

Although the two were somewhat confused, they were certain of one thing: killing Leslie would not have any impact on them, and might even bring benefits. Although the benefits were insignificant, as long as there were no troubles, why would they dare to ask for more?

Naturally, Leslie's case was a big deal and was soon reported by many media outlets. Sean in Abu Dhabi naturally also saw Leslie's ending through the news.

"It's really... sad..."

Sean felt a little emotional. After all, the two sides had cooperated for such a long time, and the Capet family did help him a lot in the early stage. Unfortunately, things have changed and people have changed. He is now strong enough, but Leslie insists on breaking his wings. He deserves this disaster.

Austria, Vienna, Habsburg family, Ryan naturally saw the news, he murmured: "Sean, what a terrible person..."

As a fellow old European noble, the collapse of the Capet family and the tragic end of Leslie naturally made him feel a little sad, but only a little bit. He would not show any mercy when he took action.

However, the degree of danger of Sean increased again in his mind. For a person like Sean, one must either be 100% sure that he can be killed with one blow, otherwise one must never make enemies or even become an enemy with him, otherwise the outcome will be unpredictable. Even if he is an old European aristocrat with a deep background, it will be difficult for him to get away with it, and he may even suffer a great loss and fall flat on his face.

And the most important point, and also the most terrifying thing about Sean, is that this guy went from being barefoot to wearing shoes. He didn't wear shoes every time he went out. He truly struggled out of the bottom of the mud. His methods and thinking patterns are different from those of those who were born to wear shoes. You never know what methods he will use to deal with you, which is particularly terrifying.

(End of this chapter)