Chapter 350 London falls!
Francesco Petrarch returned to the hotel with a tired face.
He met some big shots tonight and discussed some business matters, and he was a little excited.
If everything goes as expected, then the influence of "Camorra" may be expanded to other places.
“Where’s Jada?”
He asked with a frown as he didn't understand his son when he got out of the car.
The subordinate looked around and whispered about his seduction of women.
“This bastard!” Francesco Petrarch cursed angrily. He couldn’t understand why he was born to be such a mediocre person, even though he was considered a hero for a lifetime.
He actually has three sons. The eldest son died when he was young, and the second son got into a fight with someone and was beaten to death. On the contrary, the third son, who was a playboy since childhood, is now the only one, and he will have to rely on him to continue the family in the future.
That’s it?
When he dies in the future, he is guaranteed to be eaten clean by others.
“Call him and tell him to come back dead!” Francesco Petrarch said slightly angrily.
The subordinates hurriedly called, but four or five people made more than a dozen calls but no one answered, so they shook their heads at the boss in embarrassment.
“Can’t get through.”
Francesco frowned. Although he felt weird, he didn’t feel anything was wrong, because this son...
Really slutty!
"Look for it! Fuck, you must break his legs!"
"Understood!"
A group of boys went to all the major bars in London to look for him .
Francesco Petrarch went back to his room angrily and depressed to discuss business matters with his "companion" in Naples.
When I am busy, I forget everything.
Later, I was too tired, so I didn’t bother and just went to sleep.
What a model worker.
Wait until 9:30 am the next day.
After Francesco Petrarch got up and dressed up, he was about to go out for the meeting and looked around.
"Where's Jada?!"
"I didn't come back...yesterday...I couldn't find it."
The anger on his face suddenly soared, "Fuck! Doesn't he know what day it is today? Look for it! If you can’t find it, get out of here and don’t come back again!”
The boys’ scalps were numb and they were busy responding.
Francesco Petrarch came down from the elevator with a dark face. When a group of people surrounded him and walked towards the door, he suddenly saw a female manager shouting and then walking over. Are you still holding a box in your hand, with a colorful ribbon hanging on it?
The bodyguard blocked her and kept her from getting closer.
The female manager smiled without any embarrassment at all, "Mr. Petrarch, it's your thing."
"What is this?"
"I don't know, but the above It says "Meeting Gift for the Royal Family Discussion and Research Meeting". The female manager read out the words on the ribbon.
Francesco Petrarch's expression relaxed and he motioned to the bodyguard to take the gift over. He also smiled and said to the people around him, "The British are just polite."
Once opened!
My face froze!
I saw the head of his only son, Jada Petrarch, placed inside, with a bloodless face and staring eyes, full of disbelief!
Francesco Petrac was feeling dizzy. Before he could get angry, he saw the walking female manager take out a remote control from her bra and press it.
Bang! Boom! ! !
The huge explosion shattered the hotel's glass.
Najada actually had a bomb stuffed into her head!
Francesco Petrarch and his bodyguards were blown to death on the spot before they could react, while two bodyguards standing slightly further away had their legs and hands broken and were lying on the ground screaming. With.
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!
Looking at the Italian Mafia Camorra leader who was bleeding and bloody, he pressed a button of his clothes and said, "The event... has begun!"
There was a big explosion in the hotel, and ambulances, fire trucks, and police arrived quickly.
But this fire will not be extinguished for a while.
At the same time.
Raoul Cedras, the military leader who came to power in the Haitian coup, is taking people on a tour in front of Westminster Abbey in London.
He was accompanied by a government commentator.
Introduce the greatness of Dai Ying to this "guest" from Haiti.
This "drug lord" who was the first "drug lord" in the world to legalize drugs looks very cruel and does not look like a good person. He looked at the church and couldn't help but sigh, "What if one day It’s a good thing to be buried here after death.”
The British translator and government personnel smiled.
Want to know who is buried in Westminster Abbey?
Newton, Churchill, Elizabeth I, Shakespeare and other celebrities.
you? Who is it?
Haitian Newspeak person?
The talkers in that place are like leeks, growing one after another. I don’t know why I invited him.
At this moment, the guards began to change.
More than a dozen guards came over with SA80 assault rifles, wearing tall hats, looking like fucking lobsters.
More than a hundred years ago, these lobster soldiers roamed the battlefields of Europe, and now... they are nothing more than mascots.
The tourists nearby cheered and raised their cameras to take this photo.
“Come on, look at the camera, Diane~” A bearded male tourist said with a smile to his daughter beside him, holding up the camera to take a selfie. The two of them had cracked front teeth and were about to press the button shutter.
I suddenly saw four or five soldiers rushing out of the guard camp, shooting at the drug lord Raoul Cedras and others who were at the door!
Although the SA80 assault rifle is known as "the worst assault rifle after World War II", it is only on the battlefield, here...
Then FMD is the overlord!
Thud, tug, tug, tug…
Bullets swept across.
The Haitian bodyguards surrounding the first floor were knocked down in a pool of blood, and the glass and walls of Westminster Abbey were full of bullet holes.
Raoul Cedras was not hit because he was out of position, but the British translator beside him was directly killed. He was so frightened that he bent over and was about to rush into the church, but the people inside The door was closed immediately!
"Fuck!!" He cursed angrily and hid behind a bunker under the protection of his bodyguards to fight back.
When the gunshots rang out, the tourists screamed into chaos, and the entire open space in front of them was filled with panicked people.
Raoul Cedras saw two couples who looked like tourists running over screaming. He suddenly felt something bad. Before he could scold each other to stay away, he saw a black The backpack was thrown over by that person.
“Get out of the way!!!”
Boom! ! !
The bomb in the backpack took everyone away in one fell swoop.
Raoul Cedras fell to the ground, half of his body missing, vomiting blood from his mouth, his eyelids twitched, and he died.
The Haitian warlord who called Victor a "bastard of a bitch" on TV died like this.
But...
It can be considered that he fulfilled his dream just now and was buried in Westminster Abbey.
What does this mean?
Some things cannot be said carelessly and cannot be grasped.
The patrol police who arrived had a gun battle with the gangsters. The two sides clashed violently and even threw grenades.
Explosions occurred in two places one after another. No matter how stupid Dai Ying was, he still felt that something was wrong. The headquarters immediately launched an anti-terrorism plan.
Director Honasan Copeland, who is responsible for the security of this meeting, has a solemn expression. He is tall and has thick muscles on his arms. He holds his hands and looks at the explosion scene on the screen in front of him. Said, "Apply for assistance from SAS."
"We want to use special forces?!" the person next to him said in surprise.
Honathan Copeland pointed at a gangster disguised as a guard on the screen and said, "It can be seen from the shooting posture and angle that these people are not ordinary people. Do you think the patrol police are capable?" Have you passed them?"
"Stop talking nonsense, listen to me!"
"Yes, sir!"
Buzz~
A Bobcat helicopter was patrolling in the air. This thing looked ugly, like a fucking shoehorn. Anti-terrorism police officers were sitting on it, looking down vigilantly, searching for the gangsters.
“Who is in the convoy below?” a police inspector asked when he saw a convoy driving past.
"According to the instructions, the person passing by was Kishimoto Saizo, Japan's top adviser to Yakuza and the commander-in-chief of Hanshin." The police officer in charge of intelligence collection nearby said loudly, the voice was too low to be heard, the propeller was It's too loud. Yakuza is actually a gangster. Perhaps few people have heard of it, but the three largest gangs under him are the Yamaguchi-gumi, Inagawa-kai and Sumiyoshi-kai, which can often be seen in many movies.
This Kishimoto Saizo is not an ordinary person.
Akita is famous in Akita.
He was a member of the Naval Air Force who volunteered during World War II.
Also a militarist.
After being educated by an American father, he never forgot to call souls, so he later joined Yakuza who had the same "obsession" and wanted the so-called co-prosperity.
I am not young anymore, I am 63 years old.
At this time, in the Toyota car, Kishimoto Saizo was wearing a walking stick with a leading head, his hair was neatly trimmed, and he looked a bit like a dog.
The subordinate sitting next to him said nervously, "There have been several bombings in London. It seems that there are terrorists making trouble everywhere. Should we go back to the hotel?"
"Baga !”
Kishimoto Saizo barked at him, “Isn’t it just an explosion? What’s there to be afraid of? I saw too many things more tragic than this during World War II. Japanese people must have a fighting spirit. Today’s young people are very afraid of death!”
The subordinate lowered his head after being scolded, but his eyes were obviously unconvinced.
You're awesome, you're awesome. People who don't know better think you were a big deal in World War II. You were said to be a member of the Air Force, and you were just down there serving tea and water to other people's suicide squads.
The older this person gets, the more he likes to talk about things.
Yakuza controls Japan’s underground black gold and has relationships with many consortiums. Many of the leaders are remnants of World War II, and they are intricately intertwined. The reason why Yakuza was invited this time is actually because he values the Asia behind him. It’s just a market.
Gangster?
What is black?
What is white?
There is a saying in "Tea House" that today's soldiers may be tomorrow's bandits, and tomorrow's bandits may also be today's soldiers. Of course, today's soldiers are not today's soldiers. bandit? !
While they were chattering, the motorcade was passing through an intersection and the traffic light turned green. They stopped and waited for the light to turn green.
Kishimoto Saizo said he was tired and stretched out his hand. His subordinate hurriedly handed over the water glass. As soon as he took a sip, there was a sudden crash behind him and a push on his back. He almost choked on the water.
He turned around in a panic and saw a horrifying scene. A heavy truck hit directly from behind, and several bodyguard vehicles behind were smashed.
What kind of Toyota can be as domineering as a heavy-duty truck?
The bodyguards from the car in front jumped out, pointed at the driver of the big truck and started talking in Japanese, and some even tried to drag their companions, which turned into a mess.
The Bobcat helicopter above also discovered something was wrong and began to circle.
Beep-beep-beep...beep-beep-beep!
A red light spot suddenly sounded on the radar, and the driver was startled.
"Bazooka!!!"
Phew~
A Stinger missile flew over from nowhere, hit the Bobcat, made a loud bang, and turned into a fireball and fell straight down.
Flying too high can easily become a target.
The Japanese people down there were startled. Kishimoto Saizo’s eyelids jumped when he saw this scene in the car, and he suddenly felt bad, "Quickly go! Quickly go!"
Before he finished speaking, the driver’s head exploded!
Large caliber sniper equipment! !
"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!" Kishimoto howled twice in the car. He thought of the battlefield during World War II again. At that time... he was still a logistics officer, and he felt the fear of war. It pervades my heart.
The subordinate next to him started to panic, pulled up the car and ran outside.
But as soon as he ran two steps, the sniper aimed at him and shot him in the chest. The body flew up like a kite and fell heavily to the ground, half of his chest was rotten.
Four or five armed men with masks came out from behind the big truck, and they fired at the Japanese, and the bullets flew past.
Kishimoto Saizo curled up in his position, 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's hair.
"Spare me, spare me, I will give you money, I will give you lots and lots of money." He begged for mercy loudly, speaking fluent English, which he learned from his "beautiful father".
But the other party didn't seem to understand, so he took out a dagger and stabbed him in the neck!
It's like killing a chicken.
"Grrrrrr..." Kishimoto screamed a few times, his body twitched, he fell to the ground and arched a few times, then became motionless.
“Let’s go!”
This group of people started very quickly and withdrew as soon as they were done.
When the police came, there were only bodies everywhere.
Daiying finally realized that the whole city was under martial law!
The streets are full of soldiers with guns and ammunition.
“Why is this happening?!” In Buckingham Palace, Prince Michael, dressed in military uniform, asked loudly, and other royal members around him had equally ugly expressions.
This time he was a guest invited in the name of the royal family. He is now dead in such a miserable way. Although he is not a big shot, it is... embarrassing!
"Is the money we spend for the intelligence agencies to raise women? Why are you of no use at all?" Prince Michael pointed at the director of the intelligence agency in front of him and yelled.
Everyone’s 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 never let any organization or individual do this!”
The chief officers of CIA6 nodded and left with dark faces.
"When you go to the headquarters, you must protect other participants." The Duke of Kent said to his younger brother.
Prince Michael, who looked very strong with a beard, was still a little scared of this brother, so he had to agree.
…
The bombings in London shocked the world.
Reporters don't care whether you are embarrassed or not, the whole world will broadcast it live.
No matter which channel it is played on.
At the Governor's Palace Golf Course in Tijuana.
Victor is playing ball with George Smiley.
Two people came over from the caddy with towels, wiped their sweat, picked up the orange juice next to them and took a sip.
"According to the news from the scene, the dead include Haitian warlord President Raoul Cedras, Italian Naples Congressman Francesco Petrarch, and Japanese friend Kishimoto Saizo. The injured include the Spanish royal family, the Norwegian royal family, The Dutch royal family..."
The host's report came from the radio, but why did it sound so gloating?
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, there have been natural and man-made disasters recently.” Victor sighed.
“Yes!”
“Has the condemnation report been issued?”
George Smiley looked at his watch and said, "It will be sent on time in ten minutes."
Victor nodded, "That's good, we must oppose this kind of violence!"
Others' violence is Absolutely not allowed.
Am I violent?
That’s why you have a problem!
"But we don't have to condemn them blindly. We have to tell them that if they get involved with drug dealers and gangs, something will happen sooner or later. No matter who they are, they should act like a human being and don't have no bottom line."
If they were all as righteous as the general , then the world must be peaceful!
"Are those representatives from southern Mexico dead?" Victor suddenly asked.
George Smiley raised his eyebrows and said, "I probably won't survive tonight. My intuition tells me that it is correct."
He is indeed a ruthless person, and he can count on others. When to die.
He is indeed the real King of Hell.
“That’s a pity, what a pity.”
These are all points.
Wasted.
……
(End of this chapter)