"The Foreign Affairs Embassy was attacked?" Trump Bull turned his head to look at the visitor in shock, "Are there any casualties?"

"The specific situation is not clear for the time being, the people of the Foreign Affairs Embassy are counting the casualties and losses, but the explosion point is not the Foreign Affairs Embassy, the foreign affairs director wants to talk to you privately, and he has something to report to you."

"Well," it wasn't good to explode in the Foreign Affairs Embassy, Trump Bull put aside his worries and looked at Ray Monroe, who was almost stupid next to him,

Suddenly remembering that the Foreign Affairs Pavilion was on the edge of Devonhill Square, combined with Ray Munro's expression, he pointed at him in disbelief and shouted, "How dare you, how dare you."

Even asked two words, how dare you, Ray Monroe, who was also misunderstood, didn't even know how to say the words of defense at this time.

"How dare you insist on going your own way when you report to me?"

"No," Trump Bull immediately thought about it, and stared at Ray Monroe with a chill, "You came to talk to me to delay time, so that the executor would have time to complete the orders you ordered?"

"Guards, guards", thinking of this special period, Monroe, as the deputy head of C1A, actually dared to act privately, and Trum Bull immediately shouted a few words to the guards.

Several GIs with armbands quickly rushed up to him and saluted, and Trump pointed at Ray Monroe and said, "Arrest him, no one is allowed to approach him without my orders, let alone talk to him."

"YSE, SIR", THE FOUR GUARDS IMMEDIATELY SALUTED AND STOOD AROUND REMONRO IN FOUR CORNERS.

Trum-Boole grimaced and said gloomily, "Your position has been relieved."

This made Ray Monroe look dead, and he thought it was a stumbling block Project Director Ward Abbott and his team moved too fast, and within an hour of the phone call, they really blew up William's building.

Seeing that Ray Monroe was very cooperative and did what the guards instructed, Trump Bull breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, he had to think about how to deal with the matter.

He walked up to Monroe and asked in a low voice, "For God's sake and Benjamin's sake, tell me who knows if there are any secrecy measures for those who carry it out."

Monroe said gloomily, "Rest assured, the executors are carefully selected, not only have they been subjected to the strictest scrutiny, but we also have the means to control them to ensure that no one will be caught alive,

I'm sorry, Bull, I did give the order, and I just reported the reason to you, but I didn't expect this group to be so efficient."

Speaking of this, Ray Monroe suddenly felt in his mind that the stumbling block plan he presided over was very feasible, and in the past, even the most elite field service was not so efficient.

Monroe stared at Trump expectantly, "You must rescue Benjamin, otherwise it will be useless to talk to you more now, what awaits me will definitely be resigned, and the plan I have secretly executed will be canceled."

"Benjamin I will definitely do my best to rescue", seeing that Monroe still did not confess to himself in this situation, Trump Bull couldn't help but be annoyed in his heart, "You will be honest with me in the detention room, don't do anything superfluous, do you understand?"

"What else can I do like this," Monroe said, looking at the four guards beside him.

Trump didn't talk nonsense anymore and said to the guards, "Take it away."

Seeing Ray Monroe who was taken away, Trump Bull understood that Monroe did this to save Benjamin Arthur, with good intentions, but his methods were too rough and direct.

At the beginning of his own exchanging information with William, Monroe did not call for the operation team to stop in time, he seemed too brainless, and naively thought that a secret plan could save him.

Now there is no need to think about it, William, who learned that his building was bombed, would definitely be suspicious of them, and even if he didn't suspect it, he would definitely hate Monroe for preventing him from providing him with information.

Now it was even more difficult to get William to help.

Back in the conference room, Trem-Bull waved off the rest of the staff, leaving a few high-level officials to connect with the head of foreign affairs in London, and the results were as he had imagined.

The explosion point is the four commercial buildings on Devonhill Plaza, the foreign affairs embassy is too close, although the theme building is fine, but the glass is all shattered, many staff members have been injured to varying degrees, not to mention the office, how to deal with so many injured people is a problem.

In the end, the director of foreign affairs expressed his suspicions, and vaguely pointed out that this matter should have been done by someone from their side.

"I see, your task now is to send people to find Benjamin and deal with the wounded, and put the others down first, while paying attention to secrecy."

"Yes, Mr. Barrel, but with the people I have who can go out in the field, it is difficult to find Benjamin Barrel in a short period of time, and we need help."

Everyone here understands what the director of foreign affairs means, but there is such a big mess in London, and the official England does not believe it without an idiot, and the position of this inner ghost may be very high.

So they preferred to believe William than to ask the English authorities for help, "do your best."

Hanging up the satellite link, Trump Bull leaned back in the boss's chair with a headache, covering his forehead to think of countermeasures, not asking the English for help, their latest special forces airdrop into London will take three hours. Just when everyone was at a loss, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.

"Come in," shouted Trume-Bull.

"Sir, I've thought of it, I've thought of it", as soon as the door opened, I saw a church dressed in military uniform walking in quickly, and shouted excitedly to the people present,

"Sir, we must ask William Devon Hill for help, and even I suspect that Benjamin is always in his sights, and if he doesn't say anything or rescue him immediately, the greatest possibility is that he is waiting for the maximum benefit."

"What do you mean by that?" the people in the room were confused by the words of the church, and Trume-Bull said anxiously, "Hell, tell me what you know."

"Remember what William Devon Hill said before?" the church excited, "he said he knew that Benjamin and Michael Banning were alive and not even injured.

Normally, there is nothing wrong with this, but if you think about it, how did he know that the person next to Benjamin must be Banning, and he is very sure that neither of them is injured, you must know that they have just experienced a crash.

Is there a 50 percent probability that William Devonhill's men have been following Benjamin and Banning since the crash, and even where they are now?"

"No, no, no," muttered as the church walked around, suddenly patting his forehead, "Gad, I'm so stupid, with what I know about William, he must know 100% where Benjamin is?"

Then the church shouted to the person who brought him in, "Bring up the video of the call with William."

Trum Bull nodded to the man, and soon the big screen on the wall of the conference room showed a video of the communication with William just now, and the church pointed to William Dao, who had just appeared, "He said he was taking a nap, pay attention to his pajamas"