"SIR, the firing data has been calculated, the firing point has been transmitted to Gunna's equipment, ready to shoot".

"Well, then kill him," William ordered.

"Understood, the order has been given".

In the distance, in the grass about 800 meters away from the warehouse, Gunna and Yin Yang were lying on a small dirt slope in camouflage clothes.

Yin Yang took a sniper observation glass, looked at the instructions on the glasses, and said to Gunna, "Gunna, you can shoot".

"Okay, don't rush me, I think I need to be calm and calm, this TM wears glasses and a sensor on his wrist, and he doesn't even have to consider the wind direction and temperature when he fires a sniper rifle.

What makes me want to curse even more is that it doesn't matter if people don't see it, you just need to aim and shoot directly according to the instructions on the equipment.

God, I don't think it won't be long before we old guys are going to be eliminated."

"Don't be verbose, the more advanced the equipment, the easier it will be for us to complete the task, and the safer ourselves, hurry up, Sunday is rushing."

"FK, don't be verbose, I'm adjusting my breathing, don't disturb me".

Gunner began to get serious after speaking, his eyes fixed on the scope, adjusted his limbs according to Sunday's instructions, relaxed his mind, and after a few seconds, with a "bang", the grass around the muzzle was shaken down by the shock wave of the muzzle.

After firing this shot, Gunner didn't care whether he hit or not, and immediately pulled the bolt to load the gun, and as soon as he finished loading, he heard Yin Yang exclaim in a low voice,

"FK, hit, hit, Silva's red dot is gone,"

Yin Yang, who had been staring at the red dot, turned his head to Gunner in disbelief and said, "God, this is fate, Gunna, it seems that we are really going to retire."

William, who was in the surveillance car, waited for more than ten seconds, and saw that Gunna and Yin Yang were still lying on their stomachs, so he couldn't help but take the walkie-talkie in Barney's hand and scolded,

"Bastard, retreat, you two bastards give me an immediate retreat, follow the instructions on Sunday, and Christmas will meet you at 600 meters".

"Understood, BOSS".

Gunna and Yin Yang quickly packed up their weapons and equipment, bent over and bowed their heads, followed Sunday's instructions, walked and stopped under the cover of trees and grass, and spent four or five minutes getting on the Christmas pick-up car.

He avoided all the cameras as instructed on Sunday, and drove back to London with Caesar and the road a few kilometers away.

After instructing Sunday to keep only one full video and delete all the other devices, William and Barney said a few words of caution and got out of the car to separate from Barney.

After watching Barney drive away, William came to his car and sat in the driver's seat and waited with his eyes closed.

.........

After the three of them were gone, the news of Silva's death spread among the mercenaries.

The leader hung up, there was no point in resisting, and the remaining mercenaries began to surrender one by one.

In the makeshift headquarters outside the warehouse, Commander Blomley, who was annoyed by the huge casualties of his men, suddenly heard a report from his front-line men that the opponent had surrendered.

"What's going on, why did these Khampuns suddenly surrender," Brumley asked a few of the temporary commanders around him, grimacing.

Everyone thought for a moment and shook their heads, and a female police officer said: "Sorry, sir, the situation is still unclear, I suggest that you be careful, so as not to be deceived and ambushed by the opponent, and at the same time send drones into the warehouse to investigate, shouting for the Kongbu elements to raise their hands and walk out of the warehouse."

"Hmm," Blomley agreed, "just do as you say."

More than ten minutes had passed since Bloomley knew the reason, the death squad had already driven away for more than twenty minutes, and the three people who had started with Christmas, Gunna, and Yin and Yang had already entered the city of London.

........

The SWAT officers took full control of the warehouse and made sure it was safe before Bromley, led by the front-line commander, went to the corner where Silva had fallen.

Looking at the big fist hole in the wall of the warehouse and Silva lying on the ground with a shot in the back, Blommley was speechless for a long time, he knew in his heart who did it.

But he didn't dare to tell his subordinates about this, could he tell his subordinates that the first credit of being robbed of the head of the bandit leader was because he, the commander, had robbed someone else's task first?

If this is the case, he will not want to lead the team in the future, and at the same time, he is very scruples about the power in William's hands,

In more than twenty years in the industry, he had never heard of anyone who could kill a target with a single shot through a wall, and if the target became himself, Blommley didn't think he could escape the sniping of such a super sniper.

"Sir, what should I do next", the front-line commander waited for a long time without getting an order, and had to open his mouth to remind.

Blomley sighed, what else could he do, some things could only rot in his stomach, and said silently, "Shut it up."

"But, sir, don't we have to track down a third party?" The front line commander asked unwillingly, after more than a dozen casualties and special police officers only caught a few small minions.

"I'll let you close the team, the rest is not for you to know."

Blommley, who was already in an unhappy mood, heard that his subordinates wanted to disobey, so he couldn't help but stare at his subordinates and said in a stern tone.

These words made the surroundings silent, and Blommley looked around and stared at his eyes, and his heart tightened, it seemed that it was impossible not to say something,

He sighed and said, "Commander-level people stay, and others do their own thing."

These words made several temporary commanders understand that Blomley didn't want ordinary SWAT officers to know the inside story, and they looked at each other a few times and nodded to the people around them.

The front-line commander also understood that there was an inside story at this time, and turned his head to give a few orders to a few squad leaders, and the people who participated in the battle dispersed under the leadership of the squad leaders.

But these people didn't go far, today's casualties are so big, 4 groups of 36 people are intact in a battle, and there are less than 20 left, there are five or six killed, and a few seriously injured don't know if they can survive.

Now, there is no reasonable reason, and these survivors will certainly not rest on their laurels.

"Okay, according to your level of secrecy, I will tell you what I can say, and then it is your own business whether or not you want the above."

Although Blommley understands that front-line operatives want to seek justice for their comrades, they are a disciplined force after all, and disobedience is a very serious matter, so Blommley is actually very annoyed now.

But he also knew in his heart that this era was different from before, and the people of England now pay attention to whether they are comfortable or uncomfortable.

Even if the disciplined forces, if these front-line combatants are unhappy, it is a big deal to resign and not do anything, if they don't make it clear to them, maybe someone will blame him for revenge.

Bromley didn't want to carry this black cauldron, so Bromley and a few other commanders nodded, and then said,

"As you all know, we have a lot of secret cells within us, and some of them are commanded by only a few of the highest authorities.

Unfortunately, today this group has the highest level of secrecy, and I know that they only know the leader of this group for some special reasons.

As far as I know, even the Secretary of State for Security, Ms. Catherine, does not know who the specific members of this group are, so if you want to say the above, I can report to Ms. Catherine for you, but I think you know very well what the outcome will be.

Finally, I would like to emphasize that the team will not take credit from us, and even the casualty pension can be pressured to the top to see if it can be doubled, and it is possible to make a fuss three times."

"How is this possible", several commanders exclaimed, and the front-line operation commander immediately spoke: "There are really so many."

"That's right," Blommley looked at the other party and nodded affirmatively, "I mean what I say, and the other party will definitely not rob us of the credit for killing the bandit, because this kind of credit is meaningless to them,

As for not being able to capture the bandit leader alive, I will report to the higher authorities that he was killed by a stray bullet, do you still have any doubts?"

When it came to this, everyone fell silent, if it weren't for the fear of being punished from above and the complaints of his subordinates, these people would not have forced Bromley to confess.

Now there is no responsibility, there will be no less credit, the pension is several times more, and after several commanders looked at each other a few times, they collectively saluted Bromley and said: "Understood, sir, thank you, sir".

Blommley stood up and saluted back, "In that case, then whatever you are still doing standing there, do things for me, especially you."

Blomley stared at the front-line operations commander, "Davis, you bastard will write me a report when you get back, and you are suspended now, when will you be reinstated and wait until the investigation is over, is there any problem?"

"No, sir, thank you, sir," Davis saluted immediately, knowing that bad luck awaited him from the time he didn't stop his men,

How serious the disobedience was, he didn't directly masturbate him, even if Blomley saw mercy under his previous friends.

However, it is also an explanation to be able to get several times the pension for his subordinates.

Instructed Davis to call for Silva's death to be dealt with, Blumley left his men and walked out of the warehouse, got into his car, pondered for a moment, and took out his mobile phone to call William.

He has a headache now, and he can't do anything about William without any evidence, but he still has to fight for what he should fight.

As long as the benefits can be deducted from William, it is not unacceptable that Blomley will not pursue the head-stealing thing.

The call was picked up quickly.

"Good afternoon, Blomley, looking for me?"

The happier William became, the more annoyed Bromley became, and he held back his anger and whispered, "We need to talk."

"What are you talking about?

"You know what I'm talking about, I'm not looking for you to ask for guilt, for the sake of friends and a camp, I robbed you of the task, and you also secretly killed Silva to block me, how about we both clear up."

"Haha, depending on what you say, what's not clear, or let's meet and talk, I asked Catherine and Garris to have dinner at Gordon's restaurant in Chelsea, you can get together if you have time."

"No problem, I'll see you later", Blommley hurriedly hung up the phone, he was afraid that he couldn't help but scold, but if he asked for someone, Blommley had to endure it even if he was unhappy.

William hung up the phone with a smile, complaining in his heart, "I thought I was shameless enough, but I didn't expect that Blomley's black charcoal head was even more shameless than himself,

With so many casualties, his subordinates were able to eat together with a smile, but it seems that Blomley didn't know that the mercenaries had prepared in advance by themselves.

If he knew, I don't know if he would find himself desperately."

He smiled, put down his phone, started the car and headed towards London in a happy mood.

Half an hour later, William came to take Gordon to the restaurant, parked the car, sat in the car and waited for more than ten minutes before he saw a car drive into the parking lot, and Blomley got out of the car with a black face.

"Didi" William pressed the horn, reached out of the window and waved, Blomley glanced at it a few times, confirmed that it was William, and walked to William's car.

"Let's talk".

"Well, let's talk," Blomley nodded, walked over to the passenger side and sat in the car door.

"It's done".

Blomley rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me you don't know, if it weren't for the fact that we were friends, this wouldn't have been so easy."

"Haha, then I don't have to thank you, or you can report back to Catherine and see how she reacts."

"Hmm", Blommley chuckled in his heart, seeing William's smile on his face, he knew that the situation he least wanted happened, thinking of Catherine, Blommley fell silent helplessly.

"Looks like you guessed it too", William smiled and looked at the silent Blomley, "I didn't indirectly help you, man, do you owe me a word of thanks".

These words made Blomley furious, stared at William and scolded, "F, K, U, just because I robbed you of your mission, today I killed 6, seriously injured 3, and lightly injured 11,

If you want me to thank you, you should have told me the details earlier, otherwise my people wouldn't have suffered so many casualties."

"Ha, man, I wanted to tell you, but you didn't ask."

There is another sentence that William didn't say in his heart, even if you ask, I won't say it, uncle, not only don't say it, but also pit you, otherwise in the future, I will want to snatch credit from the uncle and take a bite of meat to reap benefits.

"So, don't think of yourself as a victim, if you want to talk about victims, those casualties of the special police are, you said that if your subordinates knew the whole story, would they settle accounts with you, people's hearts will be scattered, and the team will be difficult to lead."

Blomley fell into his seat in a decadent manner, and said helplessly, "Say, whatever you want, as long as it's not illegal, I'll help you."

"No, even if you owe me a favor this time, I need you to tell those who are hiding in the shadows and staring at me a word."

"What".

"Tell them, if I don't give it to you, you can't grab it, otherwise, I'll let you bite and jump off all your teeth, and by the way, you have to laugh and swallow those rotten teeth into your stomach,

To do good, first you have to have what I need, and second you have to be polite when you talk to me, well, I like polite people."

Blomley asked with a bitter face, "So, I just kill chickens for monkeys?"

"That's right," William nodded with a smile.

"FK, you're a madman, William Devon Hill", Blomley looked at the smiling William in horror, "you went so far as to warn some people that you were taking the lives of dozens of people."

"Hehe, it seems that you are not stained, clean as a saint, England is originally a world where sheep eat people, people eat people, if I don't be tough, maybe someone will swallow me tomorrow."

William stared at Bloomley with a somewhat crazy expression, "Tell me, Richard Bloomley, is your heart pure? If yes, I promise that I will do whatever you say, if not, don't accuse me, because you are not qualified to accuse me, as long as there is no evidence in this world."

Blommley pondered for a long time, and finally sighed, "At least my heart longs for heaven, and you look straight at hell."

Blomley shook his head, he thought William was crazy, and he wanted to deduct some pension from William, but now he didn't think he could deduct half a dime from the madman.

Opening the car door, Blomley turned his back to William and said: "There are still more good people in this world, William, I think you should have more contact with simple and kind people, it will not be good for you to be so paranoid again, see you later."

William rolled his eyes and looked at Blommley who walked into the restaurant, and thought to himself, "me, am I overacting, see if it scares him, and if the upper echelons of England really think of themselves as crazy people in the future."