Andrei didn't do anything, just quietly looked at the owner of the mansion who was tied to a chair.

It's all done before, and now it's all about waiting, waiting for the guys to get ready for firefighting.

Then he noticed that there seemed to be a glimmer in John Parker's desperate eyes: time had made the owner of the house notice in desperation the time on the huge table clock in the corner of the living room.

Very beautiful wooden case table clock, at least 100 years old, looks like a high-end product, the clock dial shows that it is almost eight o'clock.

André did not interrupt Mr. Parker's move to check the time, picked up an apple on the fruit bowl on the coffee table next to him, put it under his nose and smelled the fruit: new apple, the breath was very pleasant.

The colonel liked to eat apples, and like ordinary Soviets, this fruit was the easiest to preserve and the most common in cold regions.

There were also new oranges on the market, which were either imported in the Soviet Union or only available near Sochi, and were not common in the Leningrad market.

The common is the most suitable, André has always thought so, so he habitually chose apples instead of those high-end imported oranges that seem quite tempting.

It's already breakfast time, so it would be nice to have an apple. But he didn't eat it, and it was not good to throw the pits.

In my pocket.

"Don't look, your eldest son will be here at half past eight in the morning, you are waiting for news from the board of directors in South Africa.

There will be no further news that the headquarters of the company you have invested in will disappear from the face of the earth in another 20 minutes.

Actually, you should hope that he never comes, by the way, your eldest son's name is Jacob, right?

He usually has only one armed driver by his side, and if he comes, he will only be sent to death.

But lest you be a fool, I can tell you that your eldest son and eldest daughter will have gone to heaven before you..."

Andre intends to be a good man and tell Mr. Parker the truth about some things and dispel his unrealistic ideas.

It's not easy to be a good person, and sometimes being a good person is even more murderous than being a heinous bad person!

As soon as he heard Andre's words, John Parker, who was tied to a chair and dying, immediately became excited, trying to break free from the rope!

The mouth is wrapped in strong tape and can't make a sound, and can only make a "hum, hum" sound from the nostrils!

If he could, Parker would want to cut this demon in front of him with a thousand knives!

"Don't waste your efforts, I'll tell you good news, Mr. Parker, your entire direct family will not be cut off, your granddaughter and grandson are only two or three years old, and my people didn't kill them.

You should thank our benevolent employer, who doesn't want to have the blood of his children directly on his hands. ”

Speaking of this, Andre seemed to be talking to himself: "It's really troublesome, in order to keep those two children alive, we can't blow up your son and daughter's house, the workload has increased a bit, and they are almost all into an infant rescue team." ”

After listening to the self-talk of the demon leader in front of him, John Parker's eyes flashed, he really didn't expect that these demons would not even let go of their own children!

But he didn't expect that after falling into hell, he actually heard that these demons deliberately let his little granddaughter and grandson go.

I don't know if it's true or not, but Parker hopes it's true anyway.

André was still talking, telling a secret that Parker thought no one knew.

"Your youngest son, even the little boy you gave birth to with that little stage actor, will be safe and sound, and the employer says try not to kill children under the age of ten, he is only eight years old, right?

You're lucky, really good, we didn't go to your little lover..."

Andre felt that he was talking a little too much, but this would really have nothing for him to do except talk nonsense with the guy in front of him.

At this time, the two men walked down from the upper floor, the oil barrels in their hands kept pouring gasoline, and the smell of gasoline began to fill the hall.

"Alright, Mr. Parker, you know enough, we're leaving.

Before going to hell, remember the words of our employer: you should not refuse his olive branch, really, he does not want to provoke war, he hates war. ”

Without Andrei's hand, at his signal, Valentin, who was passing by, broke Parker's brain with both hands, and with a "click", the cervical vertebra was broken.

Mr. Parker's head drooped unnaturally, and a foul smell slowly began to fill the air.

There were many people who died in their own hands, and this kind of dead incontinence aura Andrei and the others had long been accustomed to it, and they didn't feel awkward at all, and the colonel even took an apple from the coffee table and threw it to Valentin, and then got up and left the living room.

Walking out of the main entrance of the house to the garden, I naturally sat in the back seat of a Land Rover SUV: this car was originally the car used by John Parker's bodyguards, and after the previous inspection, two license plates were changed, and now it is just used for transportation.

The other cars didn't move, it was too conspicuous.

There were seven people here, plus a Ford van that drove in just before dawn.

After opening the gate, the car drove out of the door, noticing that there were no old nobles and wealthy neighbors in the vicinity paying attention to the situation here, and the driver wearing sunglasses and a hat got out of the car and closed the big iron door.

Thanks to the old school Sir Parker, the door to his house was an antique that had been opened by hand, and if it had been an electric door, the kind that could not be controlled remotely from the outside, it would have to be opened.

Don't hurry, drive away.

Drove to the vicinity of Hyde Park, which is connected to Kensin Palace Park, parked the car, and Andre and Valentin bought a breakfast at a breakfast shop on the side of the road that sold coffee, fried chicken, and burgers.

At breakfast time, don't go hungry if you have the conditions, and the fighters have to develop this good habit, because you don't know when the next meal will have a chance to eat.

Before the hot fried chicken could be stuffed into his mouth, a puff of smoke and flames suddenly came out a few hundred meters to the west!

A whole row of parks, there are no too tall buildings in the middle, and even the princess's palace is actually not tall, so it is most appropriate to determine the effect of sweeping the tail here.

I have already explored the angle of the probes around the park, they can take pictures of Andre and them shopping, but even if they check, they can't see what they look like.

The angle is too high, it's dark under the light, and wearing a hat doesn't expose your face at all.

A few small mechanisms reserved on the side of the mansion worked, a large amount of gasoline and gasoline vapor had a deflagration effect again, plus almost all the rooms were poured with gasoline, Diana Faye Wong, who got up early with her children to exercise this morning, may need to temporarily leave Kensington Palace for a while: it is a westerly wind blowing in London this morning!

By the time the fire brigade arrived in London, the fire should have completely burned the entire mansion and saved at most an empty shell.

Get in the car and leave.

Andrei said to Valentin in the passenger seat: "Don't use too much wood to decorate the house, it's not easy to save." ”

"Colonel, you've become verbose, too.

By the way, what to do with the things in the half van?"

It's all valuable stuff out there, but the Red Devil isn't good at selling stolen goods, at least to a certain extent.

"That's a very interesting thing, our employers seem to like collecting, I think we can follow the rules of their employees, those employers may like to sell to him, some things may be sold at half price. ”

Hearing Andrei's words, Valentin felt ...

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Selling stolen goods, which has always been the most troublesome step in robbery, except for a specific type and quantity of stolen goods, half the actual price of the actual price of the general stolen goods is already a high price!

Just like gold, 100 grams of old gold can easily sell for 90% of the international gold price, but you have to guard against buyers selling you!

Oh, it's for the stolen goods, if the gold is your own, then you sell it.

But what if it's 100 kg?

A robber with 100 kilograms of dirty gold can't sell 100 grams or 100 grams like this.

Dream on you!

Channels, channels are very important, you have to have a vast channel for selling stolen goods.

Such people can be found by the Red Devil, but not to mention the troubles and risks, it is easiest to sell things to employers, such as jewelry, diamonds, and gold.

As for the most troublesome paintings...

Andre didn't want to sell it to his employer, because those things had other uses, such as confusing the public and diverting attention.