PS: Three more, the first one

Queens, New York, is home to a small and humble bar that is not frequented by many customers. There was a man sitting alone at the bar, drinking the glass of wine in his hand. Drunkenly, he put down his cup, took out a cigarette and a lighter from his pocket, and tried to light a cigarette, but found that he couldn't light it.

"Damn it." He cursed and tossed the lighter aside. Just as he was about to borrow a fire from the bartender, a person suddenly walked up next to him, looked at him with complicated eyes, and pretended to sit beside him as if nothing had happened.

The man asked for a cocktail, he put his hand under the table, and said slowly, "Things didn't go well, the few assassins you sent out are all dead." And the other party is still the crown prince alone, how to explain it? ”

"So you're going to kill me today?" The drunken man glared at him fiercely, "What's under the table?" A loaded M1911 pistol, or an Uzi submachine gun? The first shot shattered my knee and the second shot broke my thigh artery? Don't give me I lost six of my talented subordinates in one go, do you know how long it took me to raise them? ”

The man slammed his fist on the countertop, his eyes reddening, and the scar on his face became even more hideous with his angry expression. He has not failed so much since he started taking on this kind of private work, and how will he mix between New York and Washington in the future?

The sword-wielding man who looked like he specialized in dealing with follow-up stalls snorted, "I don't care how much time you spent cultivating this group of waste, remember that my boss only needs to know the results." But congratulations, he still has the patience to let you do it once. If you fail again, you'll have to lie in a coffin and receive the $30,000 payment. ”

The angry man calmed down, he certainly knew what the sword-wielder meant. In fact, the big financier behind him is so powerful that it is easy to kill him, even if it is to wipe the entire killer group off the map of the United States.

"You have one more chance. Infiltrate Belgium to assassinate the crown prince. You are out of people, we can provide any firearms and equipment, this is the last chance, cherish it. The sword-wielder was about to get up and leave, but was suddenly grabbed by the bartender who was wiping the glass.

"You don't think you have paid yet, do you? Excellency. The bartender said coldly.

The sword-wielder sneered, pointed to the man beside him, and said expressionlessly, "He invited me for this glass of wine." ”

The bartender shook his head, as if not satisfied with his answer, and held out a finger to point at the sword-wielding. smiled, "No, no, no, I know his name is Gruss, and he is the head of the notorious assassination syndicate between New York and Washington, USA, as long as you pay for it, there is nothing he can't do." So he naturally paid for his drinks. And you? Roy: yes? A former retired soldier of the RAF who later became a lackey of the security company that Gloucester secretly set up, didn't he? Let's put it this way, you still owe our crown prince a glass of Bloody Mary. ”

Roy was shocked. As soon as the bartender's words fell, the killer named Gruss collapsed without warning. Roy's gaze fell on the glass, and he soon understood something. The bartender smugly explained, "No one can survive a minute in front of this special drug." ”

He gave Roy a gentle nudge. He fell limply to the ground, unable to get up again. The last words he heard before falling into a coma were, "The Crown Prince's revenge won't end so soon." ”

Anne's funeral took place ten days after her assassination, and although the Belgian authorities tried to suppress the news of the crown prince's assassination by unknown persons, rumors still spread. There are even rumors that Anne of the Smith family is the victim of this assassination plot at this time. on this. Albert didn't respond at all.

He didn't even take the time to attend Anne's funeral, and in the days since he returned to Belgium, he has been closely monitoring the assassination masterminds' every move. To Albert's surprise, Scott was tortured from the mouths of the assassin and connector? Gloucester and Roger? The names of two Gloucester men.

The tortured and dying Gloucester family connector and the person in charge of Albert's assassination were thrown directly into the river to feed the fish. Albert also had the agents cut off the index fingers of the two men and send them to the Scotts and sons, telling them that they were your next target for revenge.

At this time, Albert was staring at the big screen, and the staff around him were constantly busy. This set of monitors, which had been sitting in the Holy Grail space for a long time, could finally come in handy this time. A badge-sized monitor probe was pinned to the collar of the Belgian ambassador to the British Ambassador, who then went to meet with the British Prime Minister, Clement? Attlee engaged in a shady negotiation.

Although Albert's brain was occupied by anger, he still retained a trace of calmness in his bones. As a member of the British royal family, Gloucester's assassination is tantamount to challenging the British government's nerves, and if he can be handed over to the Belgian government through negotiation, a disgraceful political incident may be averted.

But Albert apparently overlooked one thing, which was that Belgium and Britain were not in the first place in terms of negotiating position. When the Belgian ambassador proposed to hand over the Gloucester father and son to the Belgian government, Clement? Attlee almost immediately rejected the ambassador's extradition request.

"You know, Your Excellency, Ambassador. As a member of the British royal family, whatever Gloucester does abroad should be judged by the British government. Clement glanced at the ambassador meaningfully, and replied arrogantly, "Moreover, as the Belgian government said, our son of Baron Gloucester planned such a sensational incident in the United States, and the party to the negotiations should be the United States government, not you Belgians." ”

"So, is the prime minister refusing to negotiate with the Belgian government?" The ambassador sighed, a little sorry for the British Prime Minister's ignorance.

"On matters concerning British interests, there is simply no room for negotiation." Clement was a little unaccustomed to the ambassador's attitude, and deliberately raised it by one decibel. Especially the last half of the sentence, it is simply emphasized word by word.

Seeing that the British Prime Minister had misunderstood what he meant, the Ambassador shook his head and explained, "I think Master Clement has misunderstood, and I am not here to negotiate or persuade you. I just want to relay the Crown Prince's words to you, and if the British are not willing to exchange, then don't blame the Crown Prince for not warning you beforehand. ”

"You mean a small Belgian crown prince wants to blackmail the Kingdom of Great Britain? Where did he get the courage? The British Prime Minister was amused by the Ambassador's words, and he also struck, "Then please tell the Belgian Crown Prince that Britain is waiting for his revenge." ”

The ambassador put on his hat and got up to go out, and before leaving, when he heard the words of the British Prime Minister, he just looked back at the other party with a compassionate look, nodded and said, "He already knows." ”

Perhaps it was uncomfortable to be stared at by the ambassador, but the British Prime Minister did not maintain the image of a gentleman for the first time, but snorted disdainfully, of course, all this was seen by Albert through the big screen. When the surrounding staff heard the words of the British Prime Minister, they were worried that His Royal Highness Albert would suddenly go berserk, but when they turned their heads to look at the crown prince, they only saw an unusually calm face, and even a friendly smile on their lips.

The British Prime Minister's words became the last straw that crushed Albert's reason, he picked up the phone next to him, dialed a number, and when the other party picked up the phone, Albert said indifferently, "The mission negotiation has failed, we have to let the British know a lesson." ”

"Are you really going to start this mission?" The voice on the other end clearly hesitated. The cost of this task is too great, and it is not possible that the whole of Europe will fall back into the quagmire of war.

"Of course, I have my own measure." Albert, of course, was aware of the possible consequences of such a plan, and in fact from the very beginning he threw out a plan to end up with Great Britain with the idea of a "fleet of risks" in order to coerce Britain into submission.

"Don't these-stirring sticks look down on Belgium, I'll let them know what happens if they offend Belgium." (To be continued......)