"The boss doesn't agree to evacuate, we'll have to continue ...... now" Claude returned to his residence, and the other three were already quietly waiting for him in the living room. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 InfoThis is the South Kensington borough of the City of London, bordered by the famous Hyde Park to the north and Chelsea, the fashion center of London, to the south.

It is one of the largest concentrations of luxury residences in London, most of which were built during the Georgian period in the 18th century or the Victorian period in the 19th century. Historic bungalows, townhouses, and single-family houses fill the streets and alleys here. Modern high-rise condominium houses are rare in this area.

Claude's house was one of the humble detached villas. It is an old-fashioned English villa with a Turkish carpet in the living room. At the top of the living room is a chandelier with a large amount of natural crystal. It's a cool night in early autumn in London, and the fireplace is lit to emit a warm orange glow into the house.

"No evacuation?! If you don't evacuate, do you have to wait for death?! The tall and strong man sneered: "He can be indifferent, and he can even sell his life." Why should we work with him?! The jackals were sealed up before, and we can still do something. Now the jackals have apparently begun to infiltrate and seem to have the support of other forces......"

Seeing that the big man paused, he gritted his teeth and said, "In this case, I think what we should do is to evacuate as soon as possible!" Instead of needlessly consuming yourself here! Do these damn jobs that could cost us our lives! Things have developed so far, and we are already very worthy of the price he offered. ”

"Charlie, do you think we can withdraw now?! Will the boss let us go?! Claude was silent for a while, lit a cigarette for himself, and said leisurely: "You know the power of the boss in the whole of Europe. Do you think we're gone now?! ”

The big man named Charlie gritted his teeth and said nothing, Claude threw a cigarette and continued: "Think about it again, even the boss has to bow down to the person, do you think we can deal with it?!" We have only one way now, follow the boss to the end. Anyway, now the jackals have been completely offended, or this time we have won and survived. Either that, or we're hunted to the ends of the earth by those damn madmen......"

At this point, everyone stopped talking. Because the people here are not those cannon fodder who contact once every half an hour, they know very well the inside story of this matter. From the very beginning, they knew that their opponent was a jackal. They even knew very well that their first target was the residence of the current head of the Jackal.

What they didn't expect was that the ordinary-looking residence was furnished with so much security equipment. There are even a large number of tricks and self-fired machine guns. The Jackal's leader, the giant wolf, devoured a large number of the attacking team like his nickname.

It took more than half an hour to break into the apartment, but found that he had gained nothing. There was a large pool of blood on the ground, and there were a large number of bullet casings left on the ground. The place where the giant wolf lives is also a wealthy area. It can be said that it was a crazy battle, which at one point made Claude feel desperate.

I have to admit that the boss is powerful. A battle in a wealthy area turned into a "drill against violent elements" for him. actually hid from the world and didn't get noticed at all. Even the news wasn't posted much.

In the following actions, Claude dared to do it boldly. Fortunately, the situation in the back was much better, and the firefights basically avoided the urban area. This allows Claude and the others to let go of their hands and feet, and let the cannon fodder below fight to their heart's content. Unfortunately, they don't seem to have achieved much success......

"What's going on with those squads now?! Is anyone trying to leave?! Claude exhaled and changed the subject. The topic is too heavy now, and Charlie doesn't seem to want to continue on it. In fact, he was just complaining, and he knew in his heart that there was nothing they could do.

saw Charlie waving his hand in disgust: "What can it be?!" None of them can do anything now, it is impossible for them to leave. We can't go, how can they go?! Everyone knows what will happen if they leave secretly. Their families, what will happen......"

At this time, a gray-haired white man who looked like a night runner ran by outside the single-family apartment, wearing headphones and breathing evenly. The dark whistle in the shadows next to the apartment, oblivious to this. This man he knew, the inhabitants of the surrounding area. Those who can live here are either rich or expensive.

These people are not something they can afford to provoke. Of course, no one would have come up with the idea of this apartment. What they need to pay attention to are some unfamiliar faces. There were no strange faces during this time, but their vigilance did not relax at all.

Three dark whistles watched the night runner slowly leave their sight. On a normal day, there are usually three to five night runners. They appeared at different times, and many of the wealthy people here had the habit of running at night. Maybe it's because they don't have much time to exercise during the day, so they all run at night.

Claude and they brought not many people, only seventeen. The seventeen made up their core security team, eight of whom were stationed outside the house. Three are the secret sentinels on the side of the house, and four are rented rooms on the left and right sides of the house. Observe and enforce security from the side.

There is another one, constantly changing his identity. Sometimes it's a customer at a nearby café, and sometimes it's a drunkard in front of a bar. He will also become a night runner, constantly shuttling around the house. There were nine people in the house, two of whom were stationed at the door. The four of them were covertly monitoring from the windows at different locations on the first floor.

There were three people upstairs, and two people were watching from top to bottom in the roof attic. One person roamed around the second floor, and the team inside and outside the house whispered to each other every ten minutes. Everyone has different code words at different times. They are all wearing bulletproof suits, and the specially made wide suit lining is the same UZI modified model as Hou Dasheng.

The more than ten people breathed evenly and walked steadily. There's an indescribable rhythm between walks, and you wouldn't even notice them if they weren't standing in front of you. However, when you notice them, you will instantly feel the sharpness hidden in them......

In the distance, a car was passing by. It's a beautiful black Rolls-Royce, and although it's a luxury car, there are too many luxury cars around the area. Even a lot of out-of-print sports cars have been driven from time to time, so this doesn't attract the attention of these security personnel too much.

The car was driving very slowly, but it was normal. Cars in the vicinity of this area will not drive very fast. Even if they're driving a supercar, it's slowing down. The car barely made much engine noise, and it drove slowly like a ghost in the night.

The passing of this car naturally attracted the attention of the dark whistle and other observation posts. They stared at the car until it disappeared at the end of the road. But they didn't notice that a figure hidden in the night had quietly drifted under the bushes in the small courtyard of the apartment through the shadow of the car......