Albert, John, Allen, and Victor sat in the prince's exclusive Cadillac 75 series, because Albert was under the age of eighteen and could not drive a car, so the job of being a driver naturally fell on Victor.

"We're going to go to an illegal underground nightclub called 'Queen of Glory' and find a person in charge named Barlow. He is the 'listener' of Brussels, that is, the intelligence collector of the underground society, and any disturbance of the underground society in Brussels cannot hide from his eyes. John explained to Albert.

Albert nodded, and asked Victor to drive over according to the address given by John, he placed two Uzi submachine guns with magazines in the back compartment just in case, dealing with the gangsters is not as easy as dealing with the old foxes in the political circles, offending the latter at most to play a murderous conspiracy to kill people without seeing blood, but the former will pull out a gun at any time and beat you into a sieve if you don't agree.

"Two Uzi submachine guns, thirty rounds of ammunition, the distance is only about 10 meters, Victor, Allen, how sure are you that you can take out the 15 heavily armed gangsters who haven't reacted at this distance?" Albert, who closed his eyes and recuperated, asked suddenly.

"Three seconds." Allen, who was known as a killing machine, replied coldly, "The reaction time of a human is about 1 to 2 seconds, and if fifteen people do it together, it will take three seconds for me and Victor to cover it with crossfire. ”

"Does that mean someone will shoot the first shot?" Albert asked.

"Yes." Victor nodded and said, for some reason he felt that today's tactical vest seemed a little heavy, but Allen, who was as strong as a bull, felt nothing.

Albert exhaled in his heart, fortunately he had a steel plate embedded in the 6094 vest that could resist small-caliber pistol bullets, and as long as he was not hit in the head or limbs, he and John could be escorted out safe and sound.

The Cadillac 75 series stopped in a small alley, John walked to an inconspicuous small door, knocked on the door, and a bald man in his forties opened the door and said directly, "You're in the wrong place." ”

"I'm coming to Barlow." John whispered, "Let's just say that John of the Smith family asked to see him." ”

Hearing the name of the Smith family, the bald man's expression changed slightly, he opened the door and said, "Come in, I'll go and inform the boss." ”

The three Alberts, who were following John, tried to go in, but were stopped by the bald man, who pointed to the youngest Albert and said, "You can come in, but the two guys behind you can't." ”

"They're with me." John explained.

"Empress Glory has decreed that no one is allowed to carry a firearm when entering here." Apparently the bald man had a grudge against these two guys in peaked caps and weird vests.

Albert curled the corners of his mouth, turned around and asked, "Looks like some people don't welcome us very much, by the way, Alan, I remember that you seemed to be a master of hand-to-hand combat in the British army, right?" ”

Allen, who had killed five SS soldiers with his bare hands, understood what his boss meant, nodded, put down his Uzi submachine gun, and replied, "Boss, I'm the champion of hand-to-hand combat in the army. ”

Albert made a gesture of please, and then the poor creature who stopped at the door did not understand what was going on, so he was picked up by Alan with one hand, and let him punch and kick him as if the eight winds were not moving, Alan carried him on his shoulder and came up with a beautiful over-the-shoulder fall, and the poor creature only felt that the world was spinning, and then he was thrown the stairs, and his spine was about to break.

The heart-rending wail of the bald man naturally attracted the other thugs in the club, but Albert didn't care, he stepped on the bald man and said softly, "The place where you stand and lie is the land of our Saxon Coburg and the Gotha family, so respect for me is also respect for your own life, understand?" Poor guy. ”

A group of thugs were about to show their weapons, and there was a crisp loading sound of pulling the bolt from the two Uzi submachine guns behind them, Albert put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile, "Don't move, be careful that the bullets don't last long, the Uzi submachine guns have a faster rate of fire than you can draw your guns, and I'm confident that after 60 rounds of ammunition are fired at this distance, none of you will be able to stand up." Of course, if someone else in the future beats the four of us into a sieve, don't worry. Speaking of this, Albert's gaze became gloomy, "They, and their families, will never live to see the Belgian sun tomorrow." ”

Seeing this scene of sword drawing, the pale John was so frightened that his throat almost jumped out, but Albert, the youngest here, still looked light-hearted, as if the seven or eight guys in front of him who had licked blood on the tip of the knife were just worthless waste.

People are people who talk and laugh with the head of the KGB, and if they don't have this calm aura, Albert can really die.

A burst of applause rang out from the top of the staircase, and everyone's eyes were focused on the top of the staircase, and a long, well-dressed guy stood on the staircase and clapped his hands, his elegant and polite appearance instantly reminded people of the elegant manners of the English gentleman. Albert thought to himself that this guy was Barlow, the owner of the Queen of Glory nightclub

"Please forgive my men for being rude to the four guests." Barlow bowed slightly, and his modest and steady demeanor made it easy to feel good, "To express my apologies, I hope you can go upstairs to the VIP room for a drink." ”

"It's a great honor." Albert also learned to smile elegantly, what does an English gentleman count, the etiquette of the royal family is outrageous, and Albert is more than confident enough to deal with such an occasion.

But when he went upstairs, Albert whispered to the other three, "Be careful, and do what I tell you when the time comes." ”

The Empress's VIP Room is decorated in a lavish Baroque style, and the ceiling alone is depicted with a large and intricate ceiling painting of the Coronation of Napoleon, and everyone is vividly imaged, especially Napoleon, who was crowned Emperor. Albert involuntarily stopped and looked at it twice.

"Napoleon's Coronation, a clumsy copy, is nothing worth stopping and watching." Barlow touched his nose and smiled awkwardly.

"The work of the French painter Dayac-Louis David, when Napoleon, the emperor, was extremely arrogant and asked Pope Pius VII of Rome to come to Paris to coronate him, hoping to use the great religious appeal of the pope to make the French people and even the European people recognize his 'legitimate status'. And at the time of the coronation, Napoleon refused to kneel before the Pope to be crowned, but took the crown and put it on himself. In order to avoid this fact, the painter took great pains to choose the second half of the scene where the emperor crowned the empress, so as not to embarrass the pope. Usually zenith paintings depict religious figures, but Mr. Barlow is the opposite, which is really interesting. ”

At this point, Albert added meaningfully, "It seems that Monsieur Barlow has Napoleonic ambitions, just don't end up in Waterloo." ”

Barlow was slightly stunned, and said with a smile, "Heroes always see something the same. ”

"You two don't just hang out and gossip." John hurriedly asked, "Mr. Barlow, my sister has been kidnapped, have you recently received any news that someone is planning to do a sale?" ”

"Someone else recently bought a batch of arms, presumably pistols, and at least one black car." Albert added. This is crucial, as in cases of kidnapping of any degree of abduction by bandits without any background or by premeditated gangsters, new firearms are used, the former has no choice, and the latter can be disassociated with themselves in the event of an accident.

John's attitude was a little reckless, but Barlow only groaned for a moment, and replied, "If it is my customer who buys the arms, of course I refuse to answer the questions of the two, but it just so happens that my competitor has recently sold a batch of Browning pistols circulating on the black market, not many, only ten in all." The purchasers seem to have infiltrated the Belgian mafia Crobo family from Italy. ”