Well?

Plaintext?

Code name?

Huang Tian frowned, took a light puff of his cigarette, and then slowly snorted.

Listen to Hunter continue to say triumphantly:

"St. is not an abbreviation for Street at all, but an abbreviation for Storm!"

Swish!

Huang Tian's face changed and he stood up.

Street is a street!

Storm is a storm!

This is Operation Storm?!

Syllable!

Heng picked up a cigarette, paused, and continued:

"The same thing!"

"Pl. is not a street name, and it is not an abbreviation for please, but an abbreviation for the word Plane!"

"La. is certainly not the name of any street, but the abbreviation of Larsquina Music and Food Center!"

Rumble!

Huang Tian's mind was in turmoil, and thousands of thoughts rushed to his heart.

Operation Storm!

Storm Triple Strike!

The first blow of the storm trifecta - hijacking on a Hansan International Airlines flight!

The second strike of the storm trifecta - the terrorist attack on the Lars Kina Music and Food Center!

So!

Where is the third strike of the Storm Triple Strike?

What does Pa. mean?

Syllable!

Huang Tian re-lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, his brows furrowed, as if a thick fog locked the city.

What exactly does Pa. mean?

Is it Stanley's Parma?

Or Germain's Paderborn?

Or Palmerston North in New Zealand?!

"I can't confirm what Pa. means, but based on my experience, it should still be in Great Britain!"

Hunter's somewhat smug voice continued to sound unhurriedly:

"If you lock in this judgment basis, then the problem is simple!"

"Say it, you damn bastard!, please don't sell it!" Huang Tian frowned and yelled at the phone, "Otherwise, I will fire you immediately!"

"Okay, Mr. Huang, please don't worry!" Hunter's voice paused, sounding a little hesitant, "Pa. is probably the abbreviation of Palace, that is, the Imperial Palace!

What the?!

Thundered!

Quiet!

Be quiet!

Dead Still!

The phone was on, but not a sound came out!

Call!

Huang Tian exhaled a puff of smoke and walked quickly to the floor-to-ceiling window.

Wow!

The curtains were drawn.

The illuminated night town has a panoramic view.

That's right!

The third blow of the Storm Triple Strike, which is also the ultimate goal, is most likely referring to the Imperial Palace!

To be exact!

Every hit of the Storm Triple is for that goal!

The first blow of the storm - the flight hijacking operation of Hasan International Airlines is to make the plane crash into the palace!

The second blow of the storm, the terrorist attack on the Larsquina Music and Food Center, is to attract attention!

The third blow of the storm - surprise and smash the palace!

Hiss!

Huang Tian gasped.

Unexpected!

The determination of the British Alley Front is so great!

What you want to destroy is the imperial power of the country!

It's just that......

How exactly do they go about it?

Is it like today's terrorist attack on the Larsquena Music Food Center?

But!

Don't forget!

The location of the royal palace is not an ordinary place like Larsquena, but the core seat of the country's imperial power.

The British Palace garrison is not easy to mess with!

The Red Top Knights are incredibly powerful!

So!

Ground attacks are almost non-existent!

Air?

Joke!

The air defense in the Langton area is absolutely world-class, especially the Royal Palace, and even a fly will not want to fly into it!

Even if it is a missile saturation attack, it will become a headless fly under the interference of the laser defense cover, and it will never bring substantial damage!

So!

What the hell is the third strike of the storm?!

Jingle bells!

Huang Tian picked up his phone.

Well?

Very strange phone number!

Nothing is shown!

A blank slate!

Da!

"Hello!" Huang Tian turned up the corner of his mouth and connected the phone.

"Mr. Huang, I'm Pierce!" the voice on the other end of the phone was impatient, "There's a problem at my house, would you like to come with me to Langdon?"

Well?

Your home?

Which home?

Omergao!

It's the Royal Palace!

Huang Tian's eyes narrowed, and a cool air rose suddenly on his back.

"What time is it?" Huang Tian asked in a calm tone.

"Now!" Prince Pierce was a little excited, "thank you!"

"Now?" Huang Tian was stunned, "Okay!

"The lobby of the Halton Hotel. Prince Pierce's voice was urgent, "I'll be waiting for you there, Mr. Huang!"

Well?

Okay!

It's obvious!

It's been known for a long time that I live here!

I don't know which goblin reported the letter!

Hey?

Wrong!

A dignified prince wants to know where I live, it doesn't seem to be that complicated, just check it out!

I'll go!

If you want a little privacy, why is it so hard?!

Check!

Syllable!

Huang Tian lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then put away all the cigarettes, lighters, clothes and other things.

When they came downstairs, Prince Pierce and the six red-capped knights all stood up.

Huang Tian came straight to Prince Pierce's side, and seeing that the other party's face was pale and his eyes were dark, he couldn't help but pat him on the shoulder, but he didn't speak.

Prince Pierce nodded lightly, and then left the lobby of the Halton Hotel first.

Airplanes!

Three full-size military off-road vehicles roared away.

It's just that......

As the last car turned the corner, an earth-shattering explosion rang out.

Ga!

Squeak!

Squeak quack!

All three cars turned, and the front of the car emerged around the corner.

I saw the middle floor of the Hellton Hotel blazing into the sky, and the smoke billowed out, like a big grin on a tall building.

Laugh wildly!

Silent taunts!

Syllable!

Huang Tian, who was sitting in the middle car, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and then slowly spit it out.

Someone wants to kill me!

If I'm not mistaken, the center of the explosion was near the room where I was staying!

The rooms in the Presidential Suite are large and spacious, with few guests around!

So!

There was an explosion there, and the reason is simple!

I!

Yellow sky!

It is likely to be the target of the attack!

And my journey to Great Britain, and what happened here in Southampton, doesn't seem to offend too many people!

Little Rawls?

No way!

Little Ferguson?

Not right either!

They have surrendered to me!

There is only one possibility left!

British Iran Front!

In the past, there was the elimination of hijackers on the flight of Hanshan International Airlines, and then there was the elimination of terrorist rioters at the Larsquina Music and Food Center.

Both of these things have to do with the British Aeran Front!

Moreover!

It's all because of my yellow sky that the other party's big failure!

Obviously!

The big explosion in Halton is their crazy revenge on me!

And!

And only they have this kind of strength!

In such a short period of time, a timed explosion was arranged!

This time!

If I hadn't agreed to help Prince Pierce, I would have been miserable!

All right!

No doubt!

I have some fate with the prince of Great Britain next to me!

Maybe!

Helping each other is a good thing for mutual benefit and win-win!

And also!

British Iran Front!

Since you want to kill me, then don't blame me for sending you to the Western Heavens!

(End of chapter)