Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 350 London Falls!

Francesco Petrarch returned to the hotel looking tired.

He met some important people tonight and discussed some business matters, and he was a little excited.

If everything goes as planned, then the influence of Camorra may be expanded to other places.

"Where's Jada?"

As soon as he got out of the car, he didn't understand his son and asked with a frown.

The subordinate looked around and whispered about his affair with the woman.

"This bastard!" Francesco Petrarch cursed angrily. He couldn't understand why he was born into such a mediocrity when he was considered a hero.

He actually had three sons. The eldest son died when he was young, the second son was beaten to death in a fight with others, but the third son, who had been a playboy since childhood, is now the only son left and will have to rely on him to continue the family line in the future.

that's it?
When he dies in the future, he might be eaten up by others.

"Call him and tell him to come back!" Francesco Petrarch said a little angrily.

The subordinates hurriedly made phone calls, but no one answered after four or five people made more than a dozen calls, so they shook their heads at the boss in embarrassment.

"Can't get through."

Francesco frowned. Although he felt it was strange, he didn't think it was wrong, because his son...

Really wild!
"Go find him! Damn it, I'm going to break his legs!"

"understand!"

A group of young men went to various bars in London to look for it.

Francesco Petrarch returned to his room angrily and depressed to discuss business matters with his "companion" in Naples.

When you are busy, you forget everything.

Later I was too tired, so I didn’t ask anything and just went to sleep.

He is truly a model worker.

Wait until 9:30 the next morning.

After Francesco Petrarch got up and dressed, ready to go out for the meeting, he looked around.

"Where's Jada?!"

"Didn't come back...yesterday...couldn't find it."

The anger on his face soared, "Fuck it! Doesn't he know what day it is today? Look for him! If you can't find him, get out of here and don't come back!"

The younger brothers felt their scalps tingling and responded quickly.

Francesco Petrarch came down from the elevator with a gloomy face. When a group of people surrounded him and walked towards the door, he suddenly saw a female manager shouting and then walking towards him, holding a box in her hand, which was tied with a ribbon.

The bodyguard blocked her from getting closer.

The female manager smiled, not looking embarrassed at all, "Mr. Petrarch, your things."

"what is this?"

"I don't know, but it says 'Gift for the Royal Discussion and Research Group'." The female manager read out the words on the ribbon.

Francesco Petrarch's expression relaxed, and he motioned to his bodyguard to bring the gift over. He smiled and said to his attendants, "The British are always polite."

As soon as you open it!

The face froze!
Then he saw the head of his only son Giada Petrarch placed inside, his face pale, his eyes wide open, full of disbelief!

Francesco Petrarch felt dizzy, and before he had time to get angry, he saw the manager who was walking away took out a remote control from her bra and pressed it.

BANG! BOOM!!!
The huge explosion shattered all the glass in the hotel.

There was a bomb stuffed in Jada’s head!

Francesco Petrarch and his bodyguards were killed in the explosion before they could react, while two bodyguards who were standing a little further away had their legs and hands broken and lay on the ground screaming.

The female manager kicked off her high heels, walked over, holding a gun in her hand, and coldly shot each of them, knocking them down instantly!
Looking at the bloody Italian Mafia leader Camorra, he pressed a button on his clothes and said, "The event... has begun!"

There was a huge explosion in the hotel and the ambulance, fire truck and police arrived quickly.

But the fire can't be put out for a while.

And at the same time.

Raoul Cedras, the military leader who came to power in Haiti during a coup, is showing people around in front of Westminster Abbey in London.

He was accompanied by a government commentator.

Introducing the greatness of Daiying to this "guest" from Haiti.

This warlord, the first drug lord in the world to legalize drugs, looked very cruel and did not look like a good person. He looked at the church and could not help but sigh, "It would be a good thing if I could be buried here when I die one day."

The British translator and the government official smiled.

Want to know who is buried in Westminster Abbey?
Famous people such as Newton, Churchill, Elizabeth I, Shakespeare, etc.

Who are you?

A new voice in Haiti?

The local boss is like leeks, one after another, and no one knows why he was invited.

Just then, the changing of the guard began.

A dozen guards came over with SA80 assault rifles, wearing tall hats, and looked like a fucking lobster.

More than a hundred years ago, these lobster soldiers dominated the battlefields of Europe, but now... they are just mascots.

The tourists nearby cheered and raised their cameras to take pictures.

"Come on, look at the camera, Diane~" a bearded male tourist said with a smile to his daughter beside him, holding up a camera to take a selfie. The two of them, with their big front teeth bared, were about to press the shutter.

Suddenly, four or five soldiers rushed out from the guard camp and fired at the drug lord Raoul Cedras and others who were standing at the door!
Although the SA80 assault rifle is known as the "worst assault rifle after World War II", that is only on the battlefield. Here...

That TMD is the overlord!

Ta-da! Ta-da! Ta-da!…

Bullets swept across.

The Haitian bodyguards surrounding the outer layer were knocked down in a pool of blood, and the glass and walls of Westminster Abbey were riddled with bullet holes.

Raoul Cedras was not hit because he was out of position, but the English translator next to him was killed directly. He was so scared that he bent over and tried to rush into the church, but the people inside closed the door immediately!

"Fuck!" he cursed angrily, hiding behind cover under the protection of his bodyguards and fighting back.

When the gunshots rang out, the tourists screamed in chaos, and the entire open space in front of them was filled with people who were panicking.

Raoul Cedras saw two couples who looked like tourists running towards him screaming. He suddenly felt something was wrong. Before he could yell at them not to come closer, he saw a black backpack being thrown towards him by that person.

"Get out of the way!!!"

Boom! ! !
The bomb in the backpack took everyone away at once, and it was a team fight.

Raoul Cedras fell to the ground, half of his body gone, blood spurting from his mouth, his eyelids twitching, and he was dead.

The Haitian warlord who cursed Victor as a "son of a bitch" on TV died in such a miserable way.

but…

It can be said that he had fulfilled his previous ideal and was buried in Westminster Abbey.

What does this mean?
Some words cannot be said casually, because you cannot control them.

The patrol police who arrived at the scene engaged in a gunfight with the bandits. The two sides clashed violently and even threw grenades.

Explosions occurred in two places in succession. No matter how stupid Dai Ying was, he felt that something was wrong, and the command center immediately activated the anti-terrorism plan.

Chief Honasan Copeland, who was in charge of security for the meeting, had a solemn expression on his face. He was tall and had thick muscles on his arms. He folded his hands, looked at the explosion scene on the screen in front of him, and said in a deep voice, "Request assistance from the SAS."

"We need to use special forces?!" the person next to him said in surprise.

Honasan Copeland pointed at a gangster disguised as a guard on the screen and said, "From their shooting posture and angle, we can tell that these guys are not ordinary people. Do you think the patrol officers can beat them?"

"Don't talk nonsense, just listen to me! Activate the highest level emergency plan."

"Yes, sir!"

buzz~
A Lynx helicopter was patrolling in the sky. This thing looked ugly, like a fucking shoe horn. Counter-terrorist police officers were sitting on it, looking vigilantly down in search of criminals.

"Who is in the convoy below?" asked a police inspector as he saw a convoy passing by.

"According to instructions, the person passing by is Saizo Kishimoto, the highest advisor of the Japanese Yakuza and the general manager of Hanshin." The police officer in charge of intelligence gathering said loudly, but the voice was too soft to be heard because the propeller was too loud. Yakuza is actually a gang. Perhaps few people have heard of it, but the three largest gangs under it are the Yamaguchi-gumi, the Inagawa-kai and the Sumiyoshi-kai, which are often seen in many movies.

This Saizo Kishimoto is no ordinary person.

Akita is famous in Akita.

He was a volunteer member of the Naval Aviation Corps during World War II.

He is also a militarist.

After being educated by his American father, he never forgot to summon spirits, so he later joined the Yakuza, who shared the same "obsession", hoping for the so-called common prosperity.

He is not young anymore, he is 63 years old.

At this time, inside the Toyota car, Saizo Kishimoto was holding a dragon-headed cane, his hair was neatly combed, and he looked a bit like a dog.

The subordinate sitting next to me said nervously, "There have been several bombings in London. It seems that terrorists are causing trouble everywhere. Should we go back to the hotel?"

"idiot!"

Saizo Kishimoto barked at him, "It's just an explosion, what's there to be afraid of? During World War II, I saw many more tragic things than this. As Japanese, you must have a fighting spirit. Young people nowadays are very afraid of death!"

The subordinate lowered his head when he was scolded, but there was obvious dissatisfaction in his eyes.

You are awesome, you are great. People who don’t know you would think you were some big shot in World War II. You said you were an aviation corps member, but you were just serving tea and water to the suicide squad.

The older this person gets, the more he likes to talk about trivial things.

The Yakuza controls Japan's underground black money and has connections with many financial groups. Many of its leaders are remnants of World War II, and the relationships between them are complicated. The reason why the Yakuza was invited this time is that they value the Asian market behind it.

Gangster?

What is black?
What is white?
There is a line in the Teahouse: today's soldiers may be tomorrow's bandits, and tomorrow's bandits may be today's soldiers. Of course, today's soldiers may also be today's bandits!
While they were chattering, the convoy passed an intersection and the traffic light came on, but they still stopped and waited for the green light.

Saizo Kishimoto said he was tired and stretched out his hand. His subordinates hurriedly handed him the cup of water. Just as he took a sip, there was a sudden bang from behind and a pushing feeling on his back. He was almost choked to death by the water.

He turned around in a panic and saw a horrifying scene: a heavy truck hit them from behind, and several bodyguard cars behind were smashed.

What Toyota, can it have a heavy truck that can dominate the world?
The bodyguard of the car in front jumped out and pointed at the truck driver and spoke in Japanese. Some people also tried to pull their companions. It became a mess.

The Lynx helicopter above also noticed something was wrong and began to circle.

Beep beep beep…beep beep beep!

A red light suddenly appeared on the radar, and the driver was startled.

"BAZZLACE!!!!"

huh~
A Stinger missile flew in from nowhere and hit the Lynx. With a bang, it turned into a fireball and fell straight down.

If you fly too high, you'll easily become a target.

The Japanese people below were startled. Kishimoto Saizo's eyelids jumped when he saw this scene in the car. He felt something was wrong and said, "Go! Go!"

Before he could finish his words, the driver's head exploded!

Large caliber sniper equipment!!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" Kishimoto Saizo howled twice in the car, and the battlefield of World War II came back to his mind. At that time... he was still in logistics, and the fear of war suddenly filled his heart.

The subordinates next to him started to panic and drove away.

But after he ran two steps, the sniper aimed at him and shot him in the chest. His body flew up like a kite and fell heavily to the ground, with half of his chest rotten.

Four or five masked militants got out from the back of the truck and started firing at the Japanese, with bullets flying past.

Saizo Kishimoto curled up in his seat, trembling all over.

Suddenly, the gunfire stopped.

He raised his head and looked outside, and saw a pair of eyes staring at him. The other person opened the door and pulled out Kishimoto Saizo by the hair.

"Please spare me, please spare me, I will give you money, I will give you a lot of money." He begged for mercy loudly in fluent English, which he learned from his "American dad".

But the other party seemed not to understand and took out a dagger and stabbed him in the neck!
It's like killing a chicken.

"Giggle, giggle..." Kishimoto cried out a few times, his body twitched, and he fell to the ground and arched his body a few times before he became motionless.

"go!"

This group of people acted very quickly and retreated immediately after they were done.

When the police arrived, there were only dead bodies everywhere.

Daiying finally reacted and the whole city was under martial law!

The streets were filled with soldiers armed with live ammunition.

"Why is this happening?!" In Buckingham Palace, Prince Michael, dressed in military uniform, asked loudly, and the other royal family members around him had equally grim expressions.

This time the guest was invited in the name of the royal family, and now he died so miserably. Although he was not a big shot, it's... shameful!

"The money we spend is given to the intelligence department to support women. Why is it of no use to you at all!" Prince Michael pointed at the head of the intelligence agency in front of him and cursed.

His face turned green.

"Shut up!" Prince Edward, Duke of Kent shouted loudly.

Prince Michael opened his mouth and finally lowered his head.

"Please find the murderer as soon as possible. We will not let any organization or individual who does this kind of thing go!"

The CIA chiefs nodded and left with gloomy faces.

"You go to the command center and make sure to protect the other participants." The Duke of Kent said to his brother.

Prince Michael, who looked very strong with a big beard, was a little scared of his brother and had to respond.

...

The London bombings shocked the world.

The reporters don’t care whether you are embarrassed or not, they will broadcast it live around the world.

It’s played on every channel.

At the Governor's Palace Golf Course in Tijuana.

Victor was playing with George Smiley.

Two people came over with towels from the caddy, wiped their sweat, and took a sip of the orange juice next to them.

"According to the news from the scene, the dead include Haitian warlord president Raoul Cedras, Italian Naples MP Francesco Petrarch, and Japanese friend Saizo Kishimoto. The injured include the Spanish royal family, the Norwegian royal family, and the Dutch royal family..."

The host's report came from the radio, but why did it sound so gloating?

"Tsk tsk tsk, there have really been natural disasters and man-made disasters lately." Victor sighed.

"Yes!"

"Has the report of condemnation been issued?"

George Smiley looked at his watch. "Ship in ten minutes sharp."

Victor nodded. "That's good. We must oppose this kind of violence!"

Violence against others is absolutely not allowed.

Am I violent?
That's where you have a problem!
"But we don't just have to condemn them. We have to tell them that if they get involved with drug dealers and gangs, they will get into trouble sooner or later. No matter who they are, they should be like people and not be too shameless."

If everyone were as righteous as the general, the world would definitely be peaceful!

"Are those representatives from southern Mexico dead?" Victor suddenly asked.

George Smiley raised his eyebrows. "He won't survive this night. My intuition tells me that. It's correct."

He is indeed a ruthless person who can even calculate when someone will die.

He is indeed the King of Hell.

"That's such a shame, such a shame."

These are all points.

wasted.

……

(End of this chapter)