British 1986

"Who is that?!" Allen shouted softly.

These veterans were the personal guards assigned to his father by his grandfather. They were all veterans who had come off the battlefield. The old earl of the previous generation had picked and picked together a dozen or so elites to guard the home and nursing home. .

As for this tradition of gathering British wool, the old earl of the previous generation was also very skilled in it.

Allen couldn't remember their names, so he just greeted them casually.

"Second Young Master! The people are under control. There are no weapons in the car."

This gray-haired old guy is the old white man who was guarding the door of the manor just now.

He approached Allen's car, lowered his head, and leaned against the car window and said.

"Um"

Allen nodded, shook his left hand, and looked at the time on his watch. It was twelve forty, not bad.

"This is still twenty kilometers away from the border. Let them get out of the territory within half an hour. If they can't get out, just capture them and bury them under the grape vines as fertilizer. I remember that the grape vines at home are several years old. Haven’t you fertilized yet?”

"I haven't buried anything in five or six years."

"Well, send a car to keep an eye on them."

Having said this, Allen finally glanced at Hurt, who had been confused next to him, and said: "By the way, take away the soil you soiled. Don't pollute the land of our Hill family. Stones, drive!"

The two Bentleys started slowly and drove away slowly, as if nothing had happened.

Hurt and the middle-aged man stood there and had not yet recovered.

The old white man holding the rifle next to him held the barrel of the gun in his right hand and the butt of the gun on the instep of his right foot. He looked at these two losers, raised his left wrist and looked at the time and said: "You still have twenty-eight minutes and zero." Eleven seconds, York, go get a car and bring the rocket launcher."

The middle-aged man glanced at Hurt in confusion. Hurt suddenly grabbed the middle-aged man's coat and took it off.

"What are you doing? Hurt?"

"Idiot! Clean up these lands quickly, it's all your fault!"

Hurt laid the middle-aged man's suit jacket flat on the ground and took out his beloved silver business card case. Now he didn't care about anything. He used the thin business card case as a shovel and began to scrape away the puddle of urine on the floor. Liquid "polluted" land surface layer.

He finally saw that these people were serious!

Now your life is in the hands of others, you can do whatever you are told and don’t think about anything else!

This middle-aged man has never seen the consequences of bumping into a noble, but Hutt knows it very well!

This is Carmarthen, the entrance to the Hill family estate, and the real fiefdom of the Earl!

It's so easy for the Hill family to kill everyone here!

As for the reason, don't you deserve to be beaten to death if you trespass on private property?

The Hill family is currently in a tense period. The previous earl and the earl's heir have just been killed. If they are casually accused of trying to assassinate the new prospective earl, their deaths will be in vain!

Here, even if Jesus came, he could not save them!

The black car, with its windows smashed, was stumbling down a country road.

Since both rear tires were smashed, the sound of the rear wheels scraping against the ground was extremely harsh.

The driver was nervous and sweating profusely, staring straight ahead, and tightly controlling the steering wheel with both hands. Today's vehicles are very difficult to operate, and

There was a slow-moving, menacing pickup truck staring at them.

"Fake! Hurt, we almost went to see God!"

The frightened middle-aged man finally came to his senses, but his face was still pale.

"Shut up!" Hurt glanced back. It was already very cold outside in November. The broken glass on the car window occasionally splashed onto him as the vehicle bumped along, making him extremely angry. Uncomfortable.

Looking at the pickup truck behind him, there was an old machine gun older than him in the back compartment of the pickup truck, and there was also one leaking out of the window.

That dark Soviet-made rocket launcher.

"Madman! Madman!"

Hut didn't even know how to describe this group of people. When he came here a few days ago, although Butler Hut's attitude was not very friendly, the two parties got along quite happily. Why didn't he even bother to look at these things in just a few days? How did the old man at first sight become like this?

"They have so many weapons! Isn't this illegal?"

The middle-aged man looked angry!

Great Britain is not America.

Free America, shootings every day.

Statistics from the year before last showed that the current civilian gun ownership rate in the United States reached 90%.

What is this concept?

As many as nine out of ten Americans have guns on their bodies or at home!

And what about Daying!

Although in theory, civilians can also buy guns with a certificate, but what about this certificate?

If you want to apply for it, you really need to check the eighteenth generation of your ancestors, and even your physical and mental conditions. Only then can you possibly apply for such a certificate.

so.

The gun ownership rate in the entire UK is now hovering around 5%, and this statistic includes the police in some places!

And in Carmarthen.

The Hill family alone probably accounts for all the gun ownership rates in this area.

In the eyes of middle-aged people, in such a harsh environment, this group of people even have heavy weapons, which can be said to be lawless!

Hurt looked at the middle-aged man next to him as if he were an idiot.

The middle-aged man touched his face and said, "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong? Do you know what the Earls of Carmarthen represent? They are one of the earliest border earls! Their duty is to protect the crown prince! Deal with local riots! It is legal for them to have guns! Do you still want them to use them? Protect the crown prince with fists? Deal with riots?"

It was only at this moment that Hurt gave the "social elite" among the civilians in front of him such partial knowledge as popular science.

Why was the Earl of Carmarthen's estate built outside Carmarthen rather than inside it?

Look at it from another perspective.

They are like sheepdogs, and the people who live in Carmarthen are like a group of lambs waiting to be slaughtered in the sheepfold.

When nothing happens, everything is fine.

Whenever something goes wrong, it’s time for the sheepdogs to take action!

However, a long time ago, the British military system was not divided into regiments and camps.

The number of troops the nobles have in their regiments depends entirely on the financial resources of the nobles!

As the crown prince's bodyguards and local garrison, the Hill family must have had no shortage of soldiers or guns at that time, all of which were allocated by the royal family.

Not to mention the wool-gathering behavior of successive earls.

After so many years of accumulation, who can tell how many weapons and ammunition are hidden in the vault of their manor until now?

And now the armed force of dozens of people in the Earl's family is already the product of modern policy changes and the weakening of the nobility.

But even with such power now, it is still very important around the entire Carmarthenshire!

An armed force of dozens of people, with both light and heavy firepower, and all the personnel are veterans. Think about what kind of power this is?

Although their weapons are somewhat old,

A weapon that can kill is a good weapon!

And now this middle-aged man actually dares to question whether it is legal for the Earl of Carmarthen to have a gun in his house?

It has been legal for hundreds of years!

This is the right given by the King of England!