When Mr. Thorpe enjoyed his family, poor Thomas. Darby was sitting on a plane to London, although it was first class, but this back and forth tossing and turning also made Thomas extremely angry, he hated Bobby, the brutal African chief, hated the Chinese who caused him trouble, and hated Thorpe, the harsh boss.

But at this moment he can only obediently fly back to London, trying to find a way to kill those hateful guys, although Thomas is a lawyer, but he is quite accomplished in killing people, in fact, he grew up in the East End of London, and knows a lot of mafia friends who kill people and set fires.

The first thing he did when he returned to London was to rush to the Bamudi Hotel to see what Bobby had done, and Thomas had heard Mr. Thorpe say a Chinese proverb that flies don't bite eggs, and if Bobby doesn't play tricks, the Chinese won't be able to find him.

Unsurprisingly, the cunning African chief turned a deaf ear to Thomas's questioning, and even threatened to fire him, much to Thomas's annoyance, but he remained a humble gentleman, politely took his leave, and then began to call and mobilize all the forces at his disposal.

The two bodyguards were dismissed and replaced by four big men from the East Side, who were not retired special forces, but gangsters who had been killed in the city, and who were actually better equipped with complicated scenes than the so-called special forces, because this was London, not Baghdad, after all.

His Royal Highness Bobby quickly realized that he was under house arrest in disguise, no matter where he went, there were people watching, Thorpe's power was very strong, it was useless to call the police, and Bobby had almost no useful friends in London, and the only thing he could rely on at this time was Liu Ziguang.

Bobby took out the SIM card hidden in the depths of the wallet and put it in the phone: "Mr. Liu, I have seriously considered your proposal, and I agree with you that at the most critical moment of the war, the king should fight side by side with his subjects. ”

Liu Ziguang didn't seem surprised: "Your Highness, I am glad that you have made a wise decision, and my friends and I will guarantee the safety of your journey." ”

Putting down the phone, Liu Ziguang asked, "How is the situation?" ”

"There were four people over there, all local mafia, and one of them was a middleweight boxing champion, probably with a gun, that's all." Dongfang Ke, who was in charge of staying behind, reported that Zhang Baiqiang and the others had all gone out to step on the spot, and this gang of bandits had a very steady style, and they must know themselves and their opponents before doing things, otherwise they would never start easily.

The headquarters of the Leituo Group is located in London, but the idea of rushing in and killing is definitely not feasible and stupid, except for the name Thorpe, there is almost no evidence that the Leituo Group is involved in this matter, according to Dongfang Ke's analysis, Thorpe is likely to work for a heavyweight director in the Leituo Group, this person is the real murderer.

But how difficult it is to find out the real culprit, not to mention the investigation of the directors of the Lei Tuo Group, even Thorpe's whereabouts are difficult to investigate, these high-end business people are not finished, plus the three holes of the cunning rabbit, without the support of a strong intelligence system, it is difficult to catch their tails only by relying on the news of only a few words on the Internet.

Liu Ziguang's plan is to bring His Royal Highness Bobby back to Western Sadamoa, and if he controls the crown prince, he will be equivalent to grasping power, changing from passive to active, and he is not afraid that Thorpe will not show up.

In the evening, Alexander, who had gone out to buy weapons, came back, he had a few very powerful Russian friends in London, who distributed black market arms, and Liu Ziguang gave him 10,000 euros in cash, but the arms Alexander brought back disappointed him.

Three nine-mm automatic pistols, two 357 caliber revolvers, a double-barreled shotgun with a sawn barrel and butt were all Alexander brought back.

"What about the sniper rifle I want, what about the submachine gun? What about grenades? Liu Ziguang asked.

"It's not easy to get these things, although guns are not banned in the UK, but gun control is extremely strict, especially automatic firearms and explosives, it is difficult to get them, even gun dealers will not easily touch that kind of thing, because they will be treated as terrorists." Alexander made an explanation, and finally convinced Liu Ziguang that the 10,000 euros had been spent on the right path.

Half an hour later, the people who went out on business came one after another, and the first to come back was Chu Xiangdong, Liu Ziguang was more serious to this Jiangbei fellow, and the relationship between the two was closer, and in the afternoon he was sent out by Liu Ziguang to carry out the task alone, and even Zhang Baiqiang didn't know what he went to do.

"That's it, boss." Chu Xiangdong nodded at Liu Ziguang, swept the pistol on the table, picked it up and said, "It's quite handy, Zi got it?" ”

"This isn't for you." Alexander snatched the gun from Chu Xiangdong's hand, stuffed the double-barreled shotgun into him, and said, "This suits your temperament, my friend." ”

Chu Xiangdong laughed: "Zi is very interesting, I actually know that my brother likes to play heavy firepower." ”

Alexander couldn't understand what he said, but he could tell from his smile that the other party was quite satisfied, he shrugged his shoulders and handed the wooden pistol with a chic shape and a slender barrel to Liu Ziguang.

"Boss, this is for you."

Liu Ziguang took it and measured it, and it could be seen from the inscription on the sleeve that this was a P210 nine-millimeter pistol from Swiss Sig, probably some years old.

"Hmm, it's just for me, what's the point?" Liu Ziguang asked as he played with the pistol, shaking the pistol vigorously, but he couldn't hear any sound, indicating that the meshing between the parts was quite precise, and the Swiss used the craftsmanship of making clocks and watches to make weapons.

"Of course, the cost of a P210 is comparable to that of a submachine gun, because it has a guide rail in the sleeve, which is extremely stable when firing, and the accuracy can be compared to a rifle, in other words, this gun is in the hands of a sharpshooter, and it can suppress the rifle." Alexander said jokingly, although his words were exaggerated, but the accuracy of this gun should not be underestimated.

While talking, Zhang Baiqiang and the others also came back, except for Lu Hai, who monitored Bobby in the hotel, everyone sat at the table and discussed the plan of action, it is not an easy thing to transport Bobby out of the UK, their opponents can easily mobilize the black and white forces of the whole UK to intercept and hunt them, although the mafia in London is not as mad as the drug trafficking gangs in South America, but it is not a good man and a woman, and the density of security surveillance cameras in the UK is the highest in the world, It would be quite difficult for just six people to fight against such a powerful force.

The table was full of beer bottles and cigarettes, as well as the bullets that had just been bought, everyone was drinking beer while loading magazines, five pistols, and a No. 4 shotgun, the firepower was too weak, but this was not difficult for the bandits, Zhang Baiqiang looked at the beer bottles on the table, and thought about it.

The telephone rang, it was Zhao Hui calling, and he informed Liu Ziguang of the latest situation, according to the information obtained from special channels, the air base in Angola did take off two fighter planes that day, numbered 37 and 45, and they were loaded with ammunition and returned empty.

"But they're not there to deal with you, you haven't touched their core interests, I think they want to bomb that airfield, well, and Ivan's transport plane is something that will be revenged, not to mention that they lost a jet first." Zhao Hui said.

"Okay, thanks, I've got a call coming in, I'll call you later." Liu Ziguang took another call, it was Lu Hai.

"Boss, there are a few people coming to the hotel, all with guys, probably coming for us." Lu Hai lowered his voice.

"How many people are there, what are the characteristics?"

"There are four people at the moment, no, they are coming at me."

Before I hung up the phone, I heard a fierce fight over there, and three minutes later, the phone seemed to be picked up by another person, and the voice of the urn came from the East End accent of London: "Listen, boys, your friend is in my hands, if you want him to live, come here at once!" ”

The phone hung up, a monotonous busy tone came, Liu Ziguang turned off the speakerphone, looked around at his companions with angry faces, and asked indifferently, "How to deal with it?" ”

Zhang Baiqiang was full of murderous anger, slapped the table and stood up, the word "dry" almost blurted out, but he endured it, looked at Liu Ziguang and said, "Boss, what do you say?" ”

"Go, but prepare something." Liu Ziguang said.

Half an hour later, two taxis stopped in front of the Bamudi Hotel, and the four Asians got out of the car and walked into the hotel proudly, and a blond man with a big waist and a round waist in the lobby saw them come in, got up and made a gesture, and led the four of them to the conference hall on the second floor.

There are a few guys in suits and leather shoes sitting in the conference hall, they are the old mafia in London, they often solve some troubles for decent people, London is a cosmopolitan city, full of drug trafficking, violence, sexuality, many people die and disappear every day, a few more headless corpses in the Thames are not a big deal, they are familiar with this, there is no difficulty at all.

Plastic gloves, silent pistols, cars carrying corpses, and chemicals to wash away blood have long been prepared, and the mafia is waiting in the hotel room with a big grin, although the West End is not their territory, but they have reached an understanding with the local gang leaders through the above, as long as they don't alarm the police, they can say anything.

Lu Hai, who had a blue nose and swollen face, sat on the chair, although he was extremely strong, but after all, the Asian physique could not compete with the Europeans who grew up eating beef and cheese, seeing the scarred brother, Zhang Baiqiang and others were angry, and they couldn't help but reach out to their waists.

Several pistols were immediately aimed at them, and the mafiosi were all over 1.85 meters tall, and their momentum was much higher than theirs.

"Don't move anyone, I don't want to get the carpet dirty." The mafia smirked.

But these four Asians were unmoved, and ripped off their clothes with a brush, and the mafias in the conference room were immediately stunned! These desperate thugs even tied up detonators all over their bodies to negotiate.

Rows of tightly tied red detonators, colorful wires, and loose hair switches in their hands all made the mafia understand that this group of people was not small, and they were definitely not a group of Chinese thugs who were not familiar with their lives, as their employers described.

"Despite the shooting, I believe that the ** here is enough to blow up the hotel." Liu Ziguang said proudly.

At this moment, their leader felt that there seemed to be something on his face, and he reached out and grabbed it, but he didn't catch it, and one of his subordinates said in surprise: "Boss, you have a red spot on your face." ”

"There is no doubt that you have been locked by the laser sight, and if I give the order, you, and your buddy, will be shot in the head with a sniper rifle." Liu Ziguang said coldly.

The leader of the mafia held back his anger, raised his hands and said, "Okay, I'll quit." ”

"Leave the gun, thanks." Liu Ziguang said.

The leader exhaled deeply, today is a big day, I thought it was just a few small miscellaneous fish, but I didn't expect to meet the Jiang Yang thief who dared to play with his life, and he even suspected that he was encountering terrorists, which was seriously beyond the control of the London mafia.

"Give them the gun." The boss said.

The mafia threw their guns to the ground, and just as they were about to leave, Lu Hai suddenly burst out and punched the mafia leader in the face, causing him to bleed from his nose.

The leader covered his nose, stretched out his hand to stop his angry men, and said hatefully, "It's nothing, let's go." ”

"Did I let you go?" Liu Ziguang picked up the automatic pistol with a silencer, smiled, and suddenly fired several shots in succession, and the mafia fell down with blood splashing on their legs.

"Tie up, gag your mouth, crow, follow me upstairs to pick up someone!" Liu Ziguang threw the gun to Chu Xiangdong, and went out with the crow to the floor where Bobby was.

The mafiosa's hands and feet were tied with plastic handcuffs, socks were stuffed in their mouths, and they writhed angrily in the corner of the conference room, Lu Hai sneered and said: "It's awkward, the more you move, the faster the blood flows, when we leave, someone will naturally save you." ”

Zhang Baiqiang and the others untied the detonator tied in the windbreaker and threw it aside, Chu Xiangdong said with emotion: "Damn, the boss is really smart, the ham sausage and the wire scared these ghosts to the point of urine." ”

Fortunately, the mafia can't understand his Jiangbei dialect, otherwise they would have gone crazy.

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